Volume One, Chapter 54: Meeting Again Like Strangers
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The instant I unleashed my Demon-Sealing Finger, the bearded man was frozen in place, utterly unable to move. Only his eyes darted back and forth, revealing the terror in his heart.
Lin Ye flew into a dense mountain forest and landed. He released his steel-shield magical treasure, and four steel shields hovered around him. Flames poured continuously from his palm as he compressed them again and again, refining the fireball until it was as pure as possible—until it could not be compressed any further.
At least there were plenty of other delicious things to eat here. Apart from roast mutton, he, Long Yuqing, Dora, and the others also ate plenty of vegetables.
If he truly offended Wu Shihao, he would be finished. How easy would it be to rise again and turn his fortunes around?
The demon steeds were cut down one after another, and quite a number of demonic cores burst onto the ground, gleaming with an alluring radiance.
People who spent the whole day traveling were especially fond of having a couple of drinks before sleeping soundly. Yet while on the road, even a single sip could lift their spirits. Come to think of it, liquor really was a treasure.
Her way of handling matters was pitifully weak. Her brother had been captured, so she sought revenge—and the worst part was that she had not even found the real culprit.
His primary purpose in coming this time was to see how powerful the demon beasts of the Extraterritorial Battlefield were. He had never intended to take action for certain.
To be honest, judging from her expression, anyone who did not know better might have thought she was Zhao Kun’s parent.
At the banquet, County Magistrate Wu said that he would have several temples of the Manifestation Celestial Master Dao built in Five-Li Town, where the common people could pray and offer incense. After hearing this, I told him it was unnecessary. The local gentry and elders, however, urged me repeatedly, saying that such merit and divine fortune ought properly to be established, especially since Five-Li Town had never had any deity and its people had no real faith.
A temporary defeat meant nothing. One day, Fang Cong would surely pay the price and regret everything he had said and done today.
Chang Yanfei was an expert among the practitioners of the Curse Sect, so of course he knew how profound the geomantic curse art Xie Mao had used to curse Gu Feiya to death was.
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Before Wu Wanqiong’s eyes appeared another dazzling blaze of crimson, and beneath it, that pale, jade-like face of icy indifference. The reason she had gone out today was simply that she was curious about the person who had beaten the Dengwen Drum, stirred the capital into turmoil, and forced her father to remain at home claiming illness.
The strong were revered above all. At this moment, the people were awed by his might and had no other thoughts.
Lu Huai finally turned his gaze toward her. Delight appeared on Song Qianru’s face, and her eyes lit up at once. But when her gaze met Lu Huai’s, a sudden chill rose in her heart.
Her younger brother brought two cups from the room. Fragrant, rich milk tea steamed inside them. Though ice had been added, its aroma remained lush and inviting, making their mouths water.
The Golden Crow sank into the distance. Her black hair fell in curling waves to her ankles, and amid the rich, fragrant breeze, it mingled with the dark-red train of her dress, folding into beautiful, vivid pleats. She brushed back a strand of hair with her little finger, while pigeon-blood rubies in her earrings set off the snowy translucence of her skin.
Xie Mao was the director of the Special Affairs Office, yet someone had actually used electronic equipment to monitor him right under his nose. They were being far too contemptuous of the world of occult practitioners.
Just as Xue Tingrang was thoroughly familiar with Hu San, Hu San was no less familiar with him. The moment he saw the magistrate’s eyes, Hu San knew that he had failed to deceive him.
“No. The first few matters depend on your ability; the rest are out of the question. If you can do them, then pursue me. If you cannot, I would rather die than let you chase me.” Sze Zhe raised his brows, delivered his final ultimatum, and went offline.
“You know the Han family?” Hou Hailin had no idea about the history between Yang Yang and Han Zhiwei, so he was startled when Yang Yang brought it up.
“Your Majesty, naturally. On the surface, the Kingdom of Light is calm and peaceful, but in truth it is seething with unrest. Their nation is already tottering on the verge of collapse within a storm, while ours is rising from the earth to greet the rainbow.” The third ghost shoved the second aside and cut in.
At that moment, the spirit of the otherworldly man Tian Siyu also slipped out. His grave lay very close to the Dark King’s, for the night feared that they would be lonely and had forgiven their sins, allowing them to remain together forever.
I bit my lip and said nothing, feeling as though I had been seen through completely. I was so embarrassed that I did not know what to do.
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But as soon as Dark Zither finished her third sentence, she realized that something was wrong, and her face flushed crimson once more. It was nighttime, and she had just said that Yang Yang was here. What would the others think?
Only by immersing oneself in ordinary life could one understand how a character would react spontaneously in a particular environment. That was also why so many films had their actors experience real life before filming began.
The three-month deadline had passed, and the furry rabbit ears atop Bai Zhu’s head lay quietly in the storage compartment.
Han Zaicheng was consumed by remorse. Only when the emergency-room door opened did he come back to himself and hurry to the doctor to ask about the situation. When he heard the doctor say that everything was fine, his troubled heart finally settled.
“Wait!” The moment Xu Guangsi heard that Yang Yang was leaving, he immediately objected. He had been beaten, and he had paid the money—how could Yang Yang leave without treating him?
Holding him around the waist, she rode as the car moved forward. The wind howled past their ears. Huicai pressed herself against Han Zaicheng’s back and gazed up at the sky with bright eyes. The sky above the city held so few stars that they could almost be counted.
Every six months, all the disciples of the Divine Stone Sect had to gather at the great martial arena on the main peak, Redstone Peak. Their cultivation progress was tested, and cultivation resources were distributed according to their results.
Yang Jian inwardly blamed the insect race for not making their eyes a little larger. That way, his chances of hitting them would have been higher.
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