Volume One, Chapter 53: Are You Teaching Me How to Do This?

Wei Kaizhong looked at the bodies of his men around him and at Chou Jinyi lying in a pool of blood before him. His eyes narrowed slightly. Without much thought, he spoke directly.

Although Zhao Haibo was his sworn son, their relationship was purely based on mutual benefit. To offend such a young grandmaster just for Zhao Haibo was, in Wei Kaizhong’s view, absolutely not worth it.

Qi Wuxie was momentarily stunned by these words. Wei Kaizhong showed more resolve than he had expected.

As the words echoed through the hall, everyone’s expressions changed drastically.

In the distance, Qu Lidong’s pupils constricted sharply as he stared at Wei Kaizhong in shock.

“Master Wei, you...” Qu Lidong’s heart was in turmoil.

Although he had been given the cold shoulder, at least Wei Kaizhong had made his stance clear, which was better than everyone meeting without knowing how to begin.

That day, Zhuang Wangu was resting in his tiger-skin chair when a sudden report came that the Pingdingshan Sect had sent an envoy. When asked who the visitor was, none other than a refined ghost from Jilei Mountain appeared—the same one to whom Zhuang Wangu had once passed down the Ancient Wind Demon Scroll.

Li Song had thought Han Fei’s spirit had returned to calmness and never expected such a turn of events. He was immediately alarmed and realized why, when bringing Han Fei to Buzhou Mountain, he had a lingering unease; surely someone had concealed the truth from him, entrapping him in a plot.

After being rescued from the Investiture List by Li Song, Qiong Xiao and Bi Xiao had been training their bodies by the Xuán Mù Spring under Yun Xiao’s guidance. Though they had lost all memories, their spiritual power was gradually recovering.

“Director Xiao, Minister Cao, I have an idea—wondering if it might work.” At that moment, a university student who had been observing the campus behind Xiao Han and the others suddenly spoke.

The indifferent voice made Kaise frown, his right hand already gripping the sword hilt, his gaze tinged with coldness. Ling Tong, however, giggled quietly and remained silent, curious to see how Brother Suifeng would handle the situation.

Zhuang Wangu remained silent. The Master of the Netherworld was a significant figure and had no reason to die so easily. Moreover, the Netherworld Master belonged to Mo Fei; Zhuang Wangu could not now snatch Mo Fei’s prey. According to Mo Fei, the battle with the Netherworld Master had been long anticipated and carefully prepared for—death was inconsequential.

One person, one sword, wandering the world alone—that was enough. Without a single lingering thought—perhaps only remembering that disciple, the sole distraction.

“What kind of good cigarette is this?” A young man leaned closer to look but did not recognize this cigarette, which was still exclusively supplied.

He grabbed Hua Xuanji’s somewhat slender shoulder, a low voice whispering heavily by her ear.

Ideally, the Blue Sky Fund would gradually reduce its holdings as planned; this would mean the greatest chance for price increase and volume explosion.

At the same time, the sword aura of the silent celestial sword suddenly changed, vanishing entirely.

“Where is Ji Manrou?” After sitting for some time without seeing her, I grew anxious. She kidnapped me to reveal the truth—why then the delay in appearing?

“Sit down and talk!” Liang Dong said. Ah Hu had just arrived and was unaware of the situation, so Liang Dong briefly explained. Even having died once, he was stunned.

“Why did he choose me?” Dan Tai Mingyue frowned. This was crucial—why, among so many in this vast world, did Elder Zhuo pick her alone?

Li Zhaofeng left the dormitory full of frustration. Lu Haijia went back to his room, resigned to his single life, while Wang Nuo, with Tao Xiu’s help, tidied up some financial matters.

Hearing the sound, many rushed to Jie Shi’s location. En Quanli and others widened their eyes, eager to see if the raw stone chosen by Xu Zhe would reveal a divine stone.

Upon hearing the name, Shao Heng couldn’t help but think of the Celestial Illusion Pearl, his expression slightly unusual.

Gan Haozi, as the supreme leader of a province, had never suffered such humiliation. Instantly, he shot the Divine Arrow from his sleeve, piercing the sky for miles with destructive power, striking Yan Taiqi’s chest. Blood sprayed into the heavens as Yan Taiqi was driven thousands of feet into the rain clouds, drawing thunder and lightning across the clear sky.

Ye Bai absorbed the memories of this other Ye Bai, but those memories were from a year ago, before people went so mad.

“Uncle Jin, what exactly are we doing here?” After chatting with Jin Shenglan for a while, Zhou Yu suddenly asked.

If heaven gave Xiao Nu a chance to choose again, he didn’t know if he would agree to let the Thirteenth Master help him regain his memories.

Pitch black as ink, the mask carved with eerie patterns shattered, revealing a pale face.

“I was somewhere... I don’t really know. Before, I was in a very beautiful place, and I stayed there all the time! Oh yes, there was an old man there. He was very kind to me, gave me lots of fruit and beautiful clothes!” Mo Miaoling bit her finger, thinking aloud.

As the fierce flames fell, Wu Po’s soul, lost in illusions, was completely extinguished without a trace. The flames touched his physical body, incinerating it into ashes in an instant.

Scarface thought of everything he would gain in the future—many things, including glory.

She took a deep breath and stepped into the stone gate behind Shao Heng and Nangong Beidou.

“Nonsense! We all have boyfriends. Are you not planning to find one in college?” Meng Miaomiao’s words stunned Zhuang Hua, who looked over.

After dinner, Lin Shanshan hurried back to the company. Lan Ruolin also had urgent matters to attend to that afternoon.

Cen Yutong looked at him, realizing he was someone Yu Zhen had loved, yet she could tell him nothing. Yu Zhen said he wanted to carry her love with him, but now she couldn’t even face her own feelings.

Something moved. Jin Jinxiang finally saw the bug, covered in scales like gems, with a huge head the size of two fists and a three-foot-long body resting among the jewels. It remained still, unnoticed.

Confessing love mid-air, pledging marriage mid-air, then landing with a beaming smile to share joy with every citizen of Xuanyuan Imperial City—perhaps only Helian Xuanyu could do that.

His earthly ties were indeed not severed; from the moment he accepted Murong Lie as a disciple, he was destined to remain engaged with the world.

Though his life was under great threat, there was no possibility of demonic possession or similar afflictions.

Golden stars flickered wildly at the corner of his eye as he gritted his teeth and asked the question through his lips, his heart aching invisibly.

“By the way, working like this for a month, how much can you roughly earn?” Ling Xia couldn’t suppress her curiosity and finally asked.

After setting the target, Ling Xia quickly purchased it, then left the mall, preparing to return to school for some tidying up. Tomorrow’s eight o’clock train left little time.