Volume One, Chapter 80: In the End, Was I the Fool All Along?

“That’s right! Are you planning to see blood spilled today?” Gou Dan’s mother slammed her hoe against the ground, sparks flying as the iron blade struck the earth.

No one noticed the flash of light from the Heavenly Ring on his finger; in that instant, the ring silently absorbed all the treasures into its own hidden space.

Mo Tianwei stepped into Guan Jinlin’s room, greeted both Guan Jinlin and Rong Shimian, then caught sight of the broom on the sofa armrest. He grabbed it and strode outside.

Seeing Su Ranran’s cheerful mood fade into boredom, Su Qinghan lounged nearby, legs crossed, arms folded across his chest, exuding a hint of insouciance.

Indeed, the young man in white was quite the oddity; he was actually chatting away with two dogs, spinning wild, imaginative tales.

At that moment, one of the Da Luo Golden Immortals presiding over the formation shouted. With a shift of his hand seal, he sent a cloud of yellow mist sweeping outward.

But as soon as they caught sight of Zhao Tiezhu’s imposing figure, any schemes they’d been nursing were instantly abandoned. He stood a half-head taller than the rest, and was far more powerfully built.

Lu Zhengyi hadn’t only regained consciousness today. During the days he’d been comatose, he remembered waking briefly on occasion, though never for long. Only now, fully awake and calm, could he piece together those scattered fragments of memory.

Xu Yan, as a scientist, might put her faith in empirical evidence, yet she too understood that there are many things science simply cannot explain.

Zhang Yang didn’t bother with small talk. He set a meeting place, left the house, and drove his Grand Cherokee to the appointed spot. When he met Ye Feng, Ye Feng slid into the passenger seat, grinning cheekily and bantering with Zhang Yang.

“Your aunt—have you forgotten? She’s in Australia now. I told them about your upcoming marriage, and they were overjoyed. They arrived today,” Su Yuche said, touching his forehead to Gu Anxing’s. This was the least he could do for her.

All afternoon, the room was intermittently filled with sounds—some tender, some pleading, some intimate—the air thick with intensity in every possible form.

The other proud sons of heaven wore much the same expression, for they’d all come for Long Yaoyao. But the sight before them was almost too much to bear, as if their hearts were bleeding.

Di Jun and Lady Houtu’s former incarnations looked at Ji Changfeng with ashen faces. Both shook their heads helplessly, forcing bitter smiles.

Beside him was an elderly woman with silvery hair, yet she moved with remarkable vigor, radiating a healthy glow.

Suddenly, the young man punched me in the stomach. The hand with which I’d been gripping the blade slackened, the machete clattering to the ground. My body doubled over in pain, bile rising uncontrollably from my throat.

“What if something happened to your parents right now? What if they died?” Zhang Mingyu continued, his tone light and casual, as if discussing the weather.

Ji Changfeng, like an immortal immersed in the mortal realm, was captivated by everything around him. Without even realizing it, he drifted into the strange monster army marching along the official road of the Fire Luo Kingdom.

But Huang Mao paid no heed to anything else. He pinched Brother Gangzi’s nose with his filthy fingers, stuck his rear in the air, and pressed his mouth tightly to Brother Gangzi’s.

This unforeseen situation forced the organizers to improvise, granting the band extra time for one more song.

Without the guidance of the Aiding Divine Demon, finding this place—let alone its entrance—would have been impossible. It was a realm shrouded in mystery.

Far off in the inner courtyard, Tian Li’s brow twitched violently. In the instant Chu Xinghan cast his astrology spell, Tian Li inadvertently glimpsed his secret. At first, shock and disbelief gripped him. Even as a Divine General, he remained deeply wary of Chu Xinghan’s true power, which filled him with dread.