Volume One, Chapter 29: Cold and Ruthless

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Chu Lingtian did not dare delay and immediately set out for the Jiang residence.

“You silly girl.”

“I told you it was nothing.”

Chu Lingtian gave a helpless, bitter smile.

He already knew that Jiang Wan believed Zheng Shaojie would surely seek revenge, which was why she had gone to the Jiang residence to plead with Jiang Rulong.

At that moment.

At the Jiang family estate.

On the lawn in front of Jiang Rulong’s villa, Jiang Wan knelt there without moving.

Jiang Rulong had refused to see her.

As it happened, one of her aunts had told her that she had to kneel and beg the old master’s forgiveness; otherwise, there was no hope.

And so she had been kneeling for two hours.

Boom!

Thunder exploded across the dark, cloud-choked sky, and torrential rain came pouring down in an instant, drenching her from head to toe in the blink of an eye.

Low...

Before leaving, Qianqian had asked Lin Jue to visit Chu Xiangxiang and Gu Panpan. In the months since the New Year, Qianqian had written several letters to Hangzhou, but Chu Xiangxiang and Gu Panpan had not replied to a single one, leaving no word at all. Qianqian found it strange and was deeply concerned, so she asked Lin Jue to check on how they were doing.

After receiving word that the old man was about to arrive, the entire Special First Company formed ranks outside the dormitory building to welcome this unofficial guest.

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Previously, with Chen Jie present, Wang Tiedan had clung to the last shred of her reason, desperately enduring the unbearable sensation within her. But now that Ye Shanghan had arrived and Chen Jie had fled, her reason collapsed completely. In the bathtub, she was like a live fish just pulled from the water, thrashing wildly and splashing up great sheets of water.

A soft rustling sounded beside their ears, like some kind of ambush. The private room that had been before their eyes a moment ago now seemed to have vanished, replaced by the shore of an unfamiliar lake. The shadowy surface rippled, though no one could tell whether it was truly water or something else. Everyone hurriedly retreated, their legs rigid with tension as if they could no longer bend.

Li Ang gritted his teeth angrily. In the end, he turned back, crawled through the hole whose earthen traces had not yet dried, followed Ai Mei’s scent, and pursued her inside.

Zack had been sitting there all along, never getting a chance to speak. When he heard Zhong Wei thank him, he narrowed his eyes and smiled. His already slender eyes were squeezed so tightly that they disappeared completely.

“That’s more like it!” Guo Yongchao blurted out the honest thought he had kept buried in his heart for half a day when he saw Niu Liu vomit. But when he turned around and saw Zhong Wei still probing the corpse’s wound, with blood mixed with white brain matter continuing to gush from its eye socket, his own stomach churned violently.

At that moment, the old monk extended a withered hand from beneath his sleeve. Vines of veins covered the shriveled skin, giving off an indescribably nauseating sensation, like a severed limb that might peel away and drop off at any moment.

For now, the danger before them had been temporarily dispelled. Within the range of Xu Liang’s keen hearing, there were likewise no signs that anyone was approaching.

After walking a hundred yards, the four of them quickly began digging a cave beneath a protruding rock. In less than the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, all four had disappeared beneath the boulder.

Although Ximen Kuang’s skill had surpassed his expectations, the true Jin family had not yet made a move.

Although the sound had arisen in their minds, nearly everyone could still sense where it had come from.

Liang Fei stepped forward to thank Aunt Cuilan personally. By the time he turned around, Yi Pingping had already disappeared. She had probably gone to tour the farm. Let her be; perhaps, accustomed as she was to the bustle of the city, she could relax in the countryside.

He sensed that the entire Sacred Domain of the Universe was filled with a surging killing intent. That killing intent seemed capable of slaughtering the heavens and piercing through space, as though it had cut Li Qingfeng down countless times.

In secret, the five-thousand-man army commanded by Xie Wuji moved stealthily and silently toward Black Sand City, where the mountain gate of the Vajra Sect was located.

“Susu... take care of yourself. If you still remember home, then come back.” Aunt Cuilan spoke gently. This was the last time she would help Susu.

“Swordsman Song, what is going on? Do you really have no intention of explaining yourselves to all the heroes under heaven?” Before Zhang Wuji could finish speaking, Zong Weixia’s mocking, sarcastic voice rang out.

It said “suit” on it, and Ximen Kuang also learned from the information that this was one of the Earth’s most common forms of clothing.

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The reason the Sacred Dragon Kingdom had suffered defeat was that its tactics, methods of warfare, and even its commanders were far too backward. The Snow Kingdom now employed ancient generals with extremely high command values, whereas the Sacred Dragon Kingdom still relied on native generals.

“Immortal Xie, Huang is here to lend you a hand!” Huang Zhong charged through the chaotic army, carrying his ten-thousand-stone bow.

And so Lin Xi silently watched through the mirror as Gu Jingnian’s handsome face behind her became a spectacle of ever-changing expressions.

Chu Chenghuan placed the two dishes she had finished cooking on the table: oil-braised prawns and stir-fried pork with mushrooms. The rice porridge was nearly done as well. Chenghuan turned off the heat, carried the pot to the dining table, then served herself a bowl and began eating on her own.

I told Baili Yiji about my idea. He looked at me with a complicated expression but made no move. Meeting his gaze, I remembered that this fellow was no monkey—he had, in fact, always been my enemy.

“Let’s go in!” Song Chichang tossed the car keys to Ding Yu, put an arm around his shoulder, and led him inside.

Not long after Yu Wan came upstairs, Madam Leng followed, carrying a plate of washed grapes. “I heard you like grapes. These are very sweet. Try one.” She said it gently, then sat down on the floor beside Yu Wan.

Almost anyone’s single remark could shatter the results she had painstakingly built over such a long time.

Fu Zeping pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and remained as gentle and refined as ever, as though the bullet that had just shot into Lin Ziyan’s leg had not come from his hand.

“Luo Qifeng, are you ever going to stop?!” Ai Yimo threw open the door in agitation. If this continued, she felt certain she would suffer a nervous breakdown.

Pluck a smiling flower, and watch the changes of the human world. In the end, what does winning or losing matter? The sun and moon wax and wane; wealth and honor never last. Who has not tasted both sorrow and joy? Grudges and gratitude are impossible to count. What was wrong yesterday should be forgotten today.

“Mu Feng, there is something you do not understand. Although this terrifying vortex is extremely dangerous, it is of tremendous benefit to a person’s cultivation. Whether spiritual power or mental strength, both can be greatly improved there. Mental strength in particular—if you cultivate near the vortex, you will achieve twice the result with half the effort!” Hong Ying explained.

Not long ago, a child had been abducted by criminals, provoking a storm of public concern. Parents were anxious and deeply worried about their children’s safety.

Someone whom they had not seen even once in several hundred years had unexpectedly appeared before them for an entire night today. Surely they were not planning some new mischief.

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