Volume 1, Chapter 35: I Am Sorry

Wang Shiyan originally intended to go home. However, not long after she started walking, she found herself inexplicably standing in front of a hotel, as if guided by some unseen force.

"Isn't this the hotel where Master Fang is staying?" Wang Shiyan looked up at the name of the establishment, her delicate brows knitting together. "Why did I end up here for no reason?" She was deeply puzzled. Could it truly be fate? She had wanted to leave, but every time she walked a short distance away, she felt a strange, unsettling palpitation in her heart. Could Master Fang really be as capable as rumored? Could he actually change my fortune? she wondered. Fine. Since I am already here, I might as well take a look. As Master Fang had previously... The black whirlwind began to flicker with instability; perhaps it had consumed too much, causing its energy to become chaotic, and it dared not continue. It instantly shattered the beam of light unleashed by the combined strike of over one hundred million cultivators led by Li Zaohua and Fei Yunxiao. Captain Scarlet was infatuated with him, and the vice-captain was all smiles, but Li Cha did not trust him. "Then let us do as they wish. After all, it is not as if we have only failed once or twice," the third will stated.

Old Butler Saluo remarked that because Li Cha had been so reckless, although the injuries from the backlash of his bloodline had healed, he would remain quite weak for a long time to come. Mr. Mingjing was a great scholar of the age and possessed his own inherent dignity; while he would not be rude to Zhao Mingxuan, a regional inspector, in truth, his respect for him was limited. I had not expected Charlie to think the same. As a Maimai person living abroad, she usually did not carry her guardian sword on her person, and logically, she treated it merely as a symbolic object. Why would she still believe in these things? Although Lin Yu was suspicious, he did not ask further. He took Bai Qiong’s words to heart, silently noting the matter before bidding farewell and flying toward the entrance. Ning Xing had a bit of experience, and relying on that burst of courage, she gradually found her rhythm, becoming locked in a fierce, evenly matched struggle. A chaotic universe, enveloped by the origin layer of the Supreme Law—if one did not know the path to exit this layer, even experts at the fifth or sixth step of the Dao could not leave. Next, under Lu Kun’s guidance, Pan Yan stared blankly as he formed a contract with the spirit insect that every disciple of the Gu Poison Sect dreamed of obtaining. She was a professional hunter, but she held three distinct vocations: poisoner, coroner, and apothecary. In reality, blood was constantly spewing from his mouth, and his aura was significantly waning. His face was deathly pale and looked terrifying, yet all of this was masked by the gray, malevolent energy, remaining invisible to those outside. "Whoosh! Whoosh!" Accompanied by the sound of wind being torn, the venue for the third round of the Chunin Exams drew ever closer. "Indeed, it was someone else. I checked the corpses, and there was no trace of the Celestial Demon Clan's aura," Wuying nodded and said. "Report to the City Lord! Many experts from the Star Soul Mansion are heading toward the Central Province," a guard respectfully reported within the Imperial Capital. "Did something happen?" Ike, who was napping not far away, seemed to have heard the Princess's voice. "This madman!" Faced with Long Tianqi's attack, the Goblin Ancestor dared not be careless; he hurriedly reverted to his true form, pulled out a black iron hammer, and met the black-and-white sword energy head-on. On this day, atop a flat-topped mountain, a burly middle-aged man was wrapped in a layer of pale silver light. His arms and limbs moved constantly, alternating between palm strikes and side kicks, stirring up invisible air waves that drew in vast amounts of demonic spirit energy. "Now, there is already one Demon King candidate, and here comes another..." Shaking his head, Uchiha Long frowned. "The Dragon Scale should be inside," Ye Feng looked up at the starry staircase that connected to the void, his expression solemn.

"According to your theory, regardless of whose side the salt merchant is on, there are now two factions trying to kill him. If he were just one party in a two-sided conflict, it wouldn't necessarily draw so many people. Therefore, it is highly likely that a third party exists beyond these two factions," Jin Se said calmly, reaching up to touch her nose. This duration usually does not exceed five minutes, so for the host, this was merely a simple interactive segment. Early industrial production was inevitably accompanied by severe pollution. In the London of the modern era or the rapidly developing China of later generations, even with high-tech dust removal equipment, what could be done? It was still filled with constant smog, with people walking through the city as if traversing a thick fog. Was Xuan Ming’s thinking the same? He could not be good to Jin Se, so he intended to find her a good family in a few years? Why would it be like this? Was it merely because of his own status, or because of this life that lived only for today with no tomorrow? Could this even be considered a reason? "Cousin, why did you swallow it? What if the medicine was poisonous? What would you do?" Feng Qingcheng cried out in anxiety. "What kind of monster is this?" the fat monk asked, trembling. It was terrifying just to look at it. He had lived for over thirty years, traveled far and wide, and what had he not seen? Zhao Guodong knelt before Auntie Mei's bed with a thud, his eyes brimming with tears. "I am kneeling to you, I am kowtowing to you, truly. Look, I am kowtowing to you." Zhao Guodong slammed his head against the floor, making a loud sound, fearing that Auntie Mei might not hear him. "Kill them! Not a single Xi person can be left alive!" Wen Bao raised his blade and charged at the Xi soldiers. The Xi soldiers were no match for Wen Bao; within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they were slaughtered to the last man. Wen Bao cleaned up the battlefield and realized not a single Xi soldier had escaped. He was overjoyed; he had done this without anyone noticing and could conveniently frame it on Daxing City. Zhang Miaoqing stuck out her tongue, sheepishly clutching her down-filled cloak as she followed behind Daoist Xuanji, continuing forward. Therefore, Tiansheng now longed for the past of the Demon Emperor, though at this moment, he felt too embarrassed to ask about it. Watching Xu Yuan’s retreating figure, a feeling of reluctance unconsciously welled up in Li Junxiu’s heart. Even as the doorbell rang incessantly, he seemed not to hear it; he had to watch Xu Yuan disappear into the bathroom before he would turn his head to deal with the doorbell and the person outside. Chen Langya’s ambiguous words made Zi Mei’s expression turn slightly cold. Her exquisite face, which had lacked any smile to begin with, became even more intimidating, making one dare not look directly at her. After that night, Xu Yuan still did not move out. She truly did not know if she could find another apartment that suited her as well as this one after leaving Li Junxiu’s place. Why must he taste the bitterness of the world’s loneliness and hardship one by one? Why was he denied even a single truly joyful moment, a place of peace, or someone with whom he could share the mundane life of柴米油盐?