Volume One, Chapter 83: Belief Brings Existence

In the days that followed, Ji Die continued to encounter disciples of the Golden Cold Sect, all searching for him. The most dangerous moment came when he ran into a group led by two cultivators at the peak of Qi Refinement stage. At that time, the effect of his disguise pill was nearly at its limit. Fortunately, they did not notice anything amiss and he managed to send them on their way without exposing himself.

Several days later, Ji Die—having finally escaped the Golden Cold Sect’s encirclement—was walking alone along an official road. “Only one disguise pill left. Luckily, I’ve made it out. If I’d run into a Foundation Establishment cultivator, not even the pill would have saved me from their keen eyes.” Now, his supply of disguise pills was...

“All we ever think about is how to fill our bellies. Who has the mind for anything else?” Xia Jingshu said with a quiet smile.

Inside the ruined temple, seeing the rain had stopped, Qin Qiong and the others exchanged glances, rose, and left the shelter. They led their warhorses onward, heading into the distance.

It was his first time using his spiritual power to cast the Spirit-Calming Technique. In an instant, the tremendous pressure nearly crushed his mind—Ling Rui bled from nose and mouth, his body shuddering violently. Yet the prison break technique fell short. He could no longer use it in his current spiritual state.

Li Duo truly could not comprehend why Jiu’er, who had been all smiles moments before, now wore such an expression upon seeing him, as if he were a terrifying monster. He didn’t like it.

A host of foreign dignitaries, including the second-ranking figures of Huaxia and North Bear, had arrived to attend the Star Domain Empire’s grand ceremony and were being accommodated within the palace.

After exchanging a few words with his close teammates Alpha, Beta, and Kama, Shi Xuan logged out of the game.

According to the legend of the Snow Demon Clan, a thousand miles beneath the extreme north lies the Abyss of Ice—a forbidden zone where neither humans nor demons can survive. Even the strongest of the Snow Demons, born of that land, are no exception. It is a place devoid of life and the source of all the glacial power in the far north.

As the Demon King spoke, the great demon seated on the chair waved his hand, dispersing the layer of mist.

Of the Mongol cavalry who had survived, at least half were wounded. If the Mongol forces did not withdraw soon, they would have to find a way to heal their soldiers and restore their fighting strength.

“Mom, what are you doing? Please don’t cry—what if the neighbors hear?” Zhuang Chenggang hurried forward, taking the old woman’s arm and helping her sit on the sofa.

To think I mattered so much to her—she went to such lengths, preparing so many instruments of torture for me. It was almost laughable. I couldn’t help but mock myself, closing my eyes and waiting for the first lash to fall.

At this moment, Xue Man’s face was deathly pale, her back soaked with sweat—indeed, her entire body was drenched, the sticky sensation known only to herself.

Feng Yunqing reached out to tug Feng Qingcheng’s sleeve, but the latter gave no reaction. This lovesick princess became like this at the mere sight of Su Ruohan—it left one speechless. Su Ruohan was certainly attractive, but no matter how she tried, Feng Yunqing couldn’t picture Feng Qingcheng and Su Ruohan together.

“Senior Ye, time is short. Please order the soldiers guarding outside the city to retreat behind the walls. I need to set up a grand formation—make sure they do not leave the city under any circumstances!” Lei Yu urged anxiously.

Every time Liu Moyan promised to stay uninvolved, he would agree at first only to do the opposite in the end.

Warm liquid splattered onto Qing Yan’s face, carrying a faintly sweet, metallic scent. Instinctively, she touched it—bright red blood. Before she could cry out, she saw Ming Long wielding his flexible sword, stabbing and slashing at the people surging around him.

It was his first time spending Wenren Ya’s birthday with her—how could something so embarrassing have happened? He could have died of shame.

“You still have the heart to laugh? Don’t you realize, once the Mark of Heaven’s Abandonment is branded upon you, you’ll be hunted across every world? There’ll be nowhere left for you to hide!” Weiss cursed through gritted teeth.

Duan Jinrui swept his sleeve and left, seething inwardly. This time, Liu Moyan truly needed a lesson. He had indulged him too often before, risking his health and life for his goals, courting danger as if it were second nature. Would it fall to him to collect his corpse one day?

Zha Xi had just returned from class when she heard that familiar voice. She looked up to see Ye Yingzhen waving at her.

Sure enough, the guards stationed nearby, like mechanical men, finally lifted their heads in confusion and exchanged baffled glances.

“Aunt, um... Has Wei Hanchuan called yet?” After chatting for a while, Xiao Wan finally couldn’t help but ask.

If he were to marry someone who truly cared for him, given his bisexuality, it would likely cause chaos.

Well, one had to admit, Si Jingyu’s sudden appearance at a time like this was truly exhilarating.

But now she was up against a monster thousands of years old, whose power was unfathomable. She had no confidence at all.

Yet the difficulty of refining pills rose in tandem, and the second pill demanded a harsh environment for its creation.

After throwing Huang Yao into utter chaos, Sheng Laoliu composed himself. Though he still loathed Mu Qiqi, his top priority now was to find his sister.

During this time, under the influence of Sheng Xiao and Mu Qiqi, Su Zipei had grown a bit tougher. Her former forbearance had only brought endless hurt and betrayal—so why endure any longer?

Once everyone was seated, the host announced the start of the press conference. When the director and others finished speaking, the reporters launched a barrage of especially sharp questions.

“Ten minutes to arrival—five minutes earlier than expected.” Shen Mochen slipped his phone back into his pocket, a faint smile on his lips.

Since someone had invited me, I simply sat down, and Liao Fan found a seat as well. But I gave Liao Fan a look—we could sit, but under no circumstances could we eat anything. We must not touch their food.

Upon witnessing this, Tyron showed not the slightest fear. Instead, he burst into manic laughter, his face twisted and savage.

The elevator chimed, and out stepped a man in a suit with gold-rimmed glasses, his exaggerated smile plastered across his face.

Who was this man before him—so high and mighty, like a king? Did he know something, and if so, how?

The dim gray light seemed ordinary, yet was incredibly powerful. In a single flash, the mutated Heavenly Dao’s technique was pierced as if it were tofu, instantly reduced to dust.