Volume 1, Chapter 48: Opposition

"Grandma San told us to come get the candied hawthorns, and said we should take turns coming back as many times as we can, leaving all of them at her back door. When the time comes, she will give each of us three copper coins!"

Liu Sandao smiled genially as he sized up the prey before him. Jing Ye spoke in a low voice to Jing Shisan, "This old man is Liu Sandao. It is said he has been stuck in the Sixth Realm for many years."

Yet, upon hearing Lin Jingyi explain that Jin Shier was merely there to attend to his daily needs and meals, she pinched him hard, refusing to believe a single word of his nonsense.

At this thought, he could not help but glare fiercely at Luo Jiutian. Although the latter had stepped forward at the very last moment, he had not spared him from a thorough beating; upon returning, he would likely have to brew and swallow another two bowls of medicinal decoction.

Lin Jingyi was a very observant person. He always felt that his elder sister had undergone a profound change these past few days. Although she retained her usual frosty detachment, the faint, imperceptible sorrow lingering between her brows could not escape his notice.

The brilliance of detective reasoning lies in the investigator's skill at unravelling a tangled skein of clues, following them step by step with relentless pressure until they reach the absolute truth. The entire process is orderly, transparent, and undeniably rigorous in its logical framework.

Qin Shou's tiger claws landed solidly upon Fayin's head, bearing a striking resemblance to Mei Chaofeng using the Nine-Yin White Bone Claw to seize human skulls. Yet Fayin's entire body was radiant with a brilliant golden Buddhist light, and even his skin took on a metallic sheen resembling gold and bronze.

Upon hearing of this irreconcilable, mortal enmity, Xu Jiangnan massaged the bridge of his nose, lost in thought.

"Ultimate Dodge." A dark red skill appeared within the skill column. Lu Bu's face instantly turned the color of pig liver. As the mighty Lu Bu, he had actually been cowardly enough to comprehend an ultimate skill in his sleep—and... and it was a self-preservation skill at that. Just how terrified of death was that cowardly wretch of future generations?

Under Yuan Shao's furious roar, Xu You's face instantly flushed to the color of pig liver. He considered himself a man of letters, and a distinguished one at that, possessed of abundant talent. Which of the realm's warlords did not greet him with agreeable and smiling words? When had Xu You ever suffered such a grievance? He had never imagined that he would follow in the footsteps of Tian Feng and Ju Shou, suffering the ignominy of imprisonment.

Yet wishes are pleasant while reality is harsh; Zhen Shifeng's reply instantly plunged him into deep disappointment.

Liu Wuchen wore neither the attire of the Embroidered Uniform Guard nor had he yet received the official uniform of the Tiance Bureau; he wore only ordinary clothes, the most commonplace imaginable.

Ji Lingsheng finished the medicinal soup handed to him by Bai Yue, wiped the remaining drops from the corner of his mouth, and then asked with a frown, "How long have you been standing there?" Bai Yue smiled and shook her head, softly saying she was not tired. Ji Lingsheng lightly tapped her forehead as a mild punishment, though she had always been a scatterbrained girl who never learned her lesson.

Those two individuals who had made contact with Dao Tian, alongside the three masked figures, continued to observe the Upper Path of Transcendence through the screen.

Liu Lanyun, usually such a withered and spiritless person, also possessed her own resolve. Her heart had thoroughly chilled toward Li Qirui, and declaring that she would raise the children through the latter half of her life showed just how utterly disappointed she was in him.

Yunfeng had no intention of serving such a person. Zhan Hongying making friends with the likes of him had only brought ruin to her brother.

Although the Underworld was merely an empty shell, it represented the dawn of a new era, thus giving rise to the Conferment of Gods.

He rose from bed to wash his face and brush his teeth. This truly was an ancient society, Liu Wuchen thought with a bitter smile. After rinsing his mouth with plain water, he dismissed the idea of brushing his teeth; though the system space contained toothbrushes and toothpaste, they were unusable for the time being.

Walking toward the cliff, Ji Lingsheng had a flask of clear wine hanging from his waist, resembling a peerless swordsman wandering the martial world. With a bright blade and a jug of fine wine at his waist, he was a sword immortal who laughed at the floating world.

Being called over in the middle of the night by Li Mo shortly after he had just left did not irritate him in the least; instead, he felt profoundly honored, taking it as a sign that the boss held him in high regard.