Volume 1, Chapter 150: A Chance Encounter with Yun Su

Finally, after slaying yet another late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator and his subordinates, another late-stage Foundation Establishment wandering soul pill was dropped. With this, his spiritual sense completely broke through the two-hundred-zhang barrier! When he released his spiritual sense to its fullest, the covered range quickly surpassed two hundred zhang, reaching two hundred and fifteen zhang! "I wonder how many days are left until the trial ends." Ji Die was no longer as excited about this. He waved his hand and took out the teleportation jade slip, which was inscribed with numerous runes forming a circle, with a stark character for "ten" right in the middle. "Ten days, then!" This number represented the deadline for the end of the trial, serving to prevent disciples inside from losing track of time. "With ten days' time, I wonder if..."

At this critical juncture, watching the seven giant serpents approach, Su Han was utterly dumbfounded. Having never encountered such danger in his entire life, cold sweat streamed down his forehead as he roared inwardly. Spatial teleportation consumed far too much vital Qi; even if he could dodge the encirclement of the blood chains a few times, escape was still completely impossible. If he were flying on a sword, the situation might have been somewhat different.

Walking alone on the way to school, Arthur felt a bit troubled. As for the reason, it was naturally because she had slept through yesterday morning and skipped classes in the afternoon. Although these were all things that could be explained, what should she do today? A vague premonition told her that she would definitely fall asleep today, and she had no excuses left now.

Since they had already arrived here, Su Han had no intention of changing locations. He led the burly man straight toward the service desk. Yet, he had amassed huge fortunes using that unconscionable money, and even when his sworn brother was reduced to dire poverty, he refused to offer a helping hand, watching coldly as his brother jumped off a building to commit suicide.

When Nemo's hand touched the stone, the pitch-black stone suddenly emitted a purple glow—not very bright, but clearly distinguishable from the previous black.

She should have attained the status of a Martial Venerable previously, but she had ended up dying by self-detonation. The energy within her body should either have been identical to that of a Martial Venerable, or completely depleted due to death. Yet, against all logic, there was just this tiny shred remaining, and the sensation felt exactly like when one had just begun practicing cultivation.

As for the imperial consort's tomb, there were actually two accompanying burial chambers. The coffin in the main accompanying tomb was empty, while the other contained bones, but the quantity was clearly incorrect.

Suddenly, the man smiled. That smile seemed to brush away the gloomy aura surrounding him, instantly turning radiant. A strange light flashed through his gaze as he spoke softly.

Guo Yang was startled. He lowered his head to check himself, finding nothing unusual, and even the buttons on his clothes were fastened correctly.

"This is considered an internal scandal of the Grand King Sect, so it must have been tightly covered up by those higher-ups. How could they dare to widely spread it within the sect?" Ah Su said with bitter hatred.

When the monster suddenly vanished, neither of them had seen clearly what had happened. They only saw Bai Meiqi seemingly catch a glimpse of a streak of golden light behind the blue monster's back, but the monster's body was simply too massive, making whatever was on its back impossible to discern, especially since it vanished immediately afterward.

Seeing that the martial arts skills of the three were quite extraordinary, the young man was quite satisfied and arranged for them to join the herb-gathering team.

Upon entering the Heavenly Demon City, the deeper one went, the more prosperous it became. The streets were bustling with crowds and a continuous stream of carriages and horses, while the shops and taverns lining both sides were brightly lit. After several turns, the carriage stopped before an imposing archway with red pillars, flying eaves, and exquisite reliefs, bearing three prominent characters carved above—Sleepless Street.

Some of the larger Han landlord or bandit armed factions within the Jin territory naturally tended to adopt the military system of the Song army.

Su Jing abruptly shook off Zhen Er's wrist, sat back down on her chaise longue, and let out a long sigh.

Being overly excited, she failed to control her volume for a moment, drawing strange glances from passing customers.

As she grew older, Yang Miaozhen's mindset had gradually grown peaceful, and she had begun to grow weary of war. Therefore, she was quite satisfied with this bestowal of titles.

Yun Yuan and Ming Jiu followed behind them as the four entered the dining room, only to find that the spacious room contained nothing but a table and a few chairs.

A vague sense of foreboding rose in my heart, but no matter how I urged him, Haozi could not squeeze out a single complete sentence for the life of him. I had known Haozi for fourteen years, and I had truly never seen him look like this before.

Gao Kedong was not to be seen, and Gao Haotian was not present either. According to reason, he should have arrived early on a day like this.

"Fine, I'll go, or else you'll start lecturing me again." The latter sentence was squeezed out from between Lin Yin'nan's teeth.

Yet at this moment, he had no other choice; he needed to consume a massive amount of true Qi to dissipate the violent energy churning within his body.

"It's a pity my good days have come to an end; from now on, no one will ever offer me their seat on the bus again..." I akimboed, glaring at the sky as I muttered resentfully.

"Let's go, come down with me." Chen Yun flashed a cold smile and said to Zhang Yu. He then fiercely shook his arms several times until the numbness from the electric current subsided significantly before stepping out the door. Otherwise, hopping outside would have been utterly humiliating.

Tan Dawei frowned as he looked at the glass on the wall. Under the sunlight's reflection, distinct traces of blood could faintly be seen on the glass.

"To witness a battle between third-step experts—I'll die without regret! I'll stake my all!" A burly cultivator roared fiercely and flew toward the inner regions of the Divine Beast Island. Clearly, this fellow was a reckless brute.

A gentle breeze brushed across my face, soft and carrying a trace of warmth: "If there truly is an afterlife, I wish to be a wisp of clear breeze, as free as the wind..." Lele had once said such words to me.

"Indeed." The Thunder Beast's own guess was already close to the truth. Sensing that Chen Yun's expression was somewhat fatigued, and not wishing to let him know too much right now—since he had to walk his own path in the future and she would not interfere unless absolutely necessary—she said no more.

After nightfall, Tang Jian swiftly ordered the entire fleet to enforce a light blackout. Aside from the necessary navigation lights, all other unnecessary lights were completely extinguished, and personnel were strictly prohibited from speaking loudly on the decks.

Jiang Hua's icy gaze swept over the surroundings. There were quite a few foreign supernatural beings lurking near the Xuanyuan family estate, and a couple of them were exceptionally powerful. But so what? Eradicating the Xuanyuan family was Jiang Hua's established strategy, yet this was merely an internal affair of Huaxia; what business was it of others?

For the prefectural level, such an opportunity was also hard to come by, though the chances were slightly higher. Once one reached the provincial and ministerial level, it was no longer so rare.

He did not possess such grand ambitions; as long as certain individuals currently holding sway at court suffered a loss, that was enough. Naturally, if the Empress Dowager were to be put in her place one day, he and his wife would certainly celebrate with a fine drink in their estate.

Zhuo Yingyan gripped the silver needles in her hand tightly, speaking in an indignant tone, but anyone who truly understood her knew that she was likely excited right now.

From time to time, the sounds of barking dogs and crowing roosters drifted over, setting off the tranquility of the mountain village. The arrival of the group brought a bustling commotion to the peaceful hamlet.

There is a kind of man who, although not exceedingly strong, possesses a heart that is undefeated. Nothing in this world can block this undefeated heart, nor can anything halt these undefeated footsteps.