Chapter 145: Taking a Master (Part 2)

Time flows like water, endlessly moving forward, impossible to recover. The sun had just risen, promising yet another bright and sunny day.

Golden sunlight shone upon the clouds, forming cluster after cluster of golden mists drifting across the sky.

From time to time, various birds flew through the cloud layer, leaving tiny black dots in the vast expanse of the heavens.

A week passed in the blink of an eye. For those outside the mystic realm, these days had been peaceful.

"Could this blade technique of yours be the Nie family's Chill-Seeking Six..." After an exchange of blows, neither had managed to gain the upper hand, yet both understood in their hearts that this was merely a probing test. Once the probing concluded, the true duel would finally begin.

The mountain gates of the Taoist temple were tightly shut, and above them hung a plaque inscribed with three gilded characters reading "Lingxu Taoist Temple".

Yang Xu agreed, exchanged a few polite words with Hou Kui, and then slipped away under the pretext of going home to prepare some items.

She did not dare to ask precisely what method was being used. After all, this concerned state affairs; asking a question or two might be acceptable, but prying too much would border on interfering in politics.

Ten minutes later, a compact police van bearing siren lights carried Ma Yong and the other two straight to the county detention center.

"Continue," Baoyu looked at Xiren and commanded coldly. To be honest, Xiren had truly broken his heart today. Back then, Qingwen and Si'er were one thing; even when he struck Si'er yesterday, he had not been this angry. But why was she now so utterly devoid of sense, committing such an act?

When they laid eyes on those rows of ancient houses and the massive martial arts training ground, both of them knew clearly in their hearts that these structures had been added later.

"Chen Yun, come with me," the elder glanced at Chen Yun and commanded him to follow right behind up to the fifth floor.

Zhongli Cong had no choice but to seek other methods. The men he had sent previously never returned, and it seemed their chances of survival were grim.

The mutated archer had not failed to consider a very optimistic possibility—that Yi Buwei was employing some sort of secret technique.

Di Tianlin walked in front. The surroundings were silent, save for the faint chill whipped up by the wind across the lake, allowing him to hear Shouyin's steady, deep breathing with absolute clarity.

Zhan Haiting clearly had not expected Granny Zhang's family to be so hypocritical and snobbish. Sitting in the modest living room and sipping astringent tea, his brow was shrouded in gloom.

This was a wild mountain ginseng of completely golden hue. Although its age fell slightly short of three hundred years, the place of its growth teemed with abundant primordial energy, making its ginsenoside content even slightly higher than that of a four-hundred-year-old wild mountain ginseng.

This was the difference in cognition; human and spirit perceptions were indeed vastly different, Zhao Yufan exhaled a breath.

After a moment, Xia Shiyin finally laughed until she was exhausted, unable even to pull at the corners of her mouth. Panting slightly, she grew quiet.

Some people even indulged in whimsical fantasies: could the flawless, dreamlike Goddess of the Luo River have truly been conceived only after Cao Zhi traveled through a millennium, dreaming of this peerless beauty before penning the work?

Furthermore, as the team expanded, those few individual operational staff members would also need to be replaced by trained veterans.

That person was greatly startled, hurriedly trying to withdraw his sword. Wang Chong pointed two fingers downward and flicked them; with a flash of sword Qi, the man's longsword was severed cleanly at the hilt.

After all, though the Ye family had not yet officially surfaced, occasional intelligence leaked by Song Ying confirmed that this family's influence surpassed even that of the Song family.

They seemed utterly brainwashed. That kind of reliance and craving for drugs terrified her to the extreme. They treated their enemy as their benefactor and placed drugs above all else in life; without drugs, it was as if they had lost the very purpose of living.

As the song came to an end, Chu Tao stopped his fingers and said, "You may well be the last guest of this place." A sorrowful atmosphere suddenly permeated the air.

"It's nothing, just a cold and fever, getting an IV drip. I'll go back as soon as I'm better, please don't worry about me, I'm fine." Having said this, Zhu Xiaoya clenched her teeth and hung up the phone. If she continued talking with her old man, there was no telling what she might accidentally blurt out.