Volume One, Chapter 12: Return to the Imperial Capital

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However, after hearing Jun Sakurano proudly confess to Yun Fei that on his path of martial arts, he had killed at least five Hua Xia realm-breakthrough warriors, as well as many more inner and bright realm warriors, and had also orchestrated, led, or personally carried out assassinations of key Hua Xia figures, Yun Fei had already resolved to uphold justice even if it meant severing ties with his own kin.

Shen Yu stifled a chuckle as he glanced at his sister, answering their brother’s questions. Don’t think that Tu Yujing was unwilling to come down; it was just that he wanted to surprise Xinxin. They had been apart for three years, and Shen Yu deeply felt the weight of those days.

Chen Fan took a deep breath of fresh air, exhaled a breath of stale air, and insisted on practicing breathing exercises every morning, which had become a habit. Yet when he lowered his gaze to the bustling street below, a frown crept across his brow.

He bore no grudge against Yun Fei; in fact, due to his relationships with Old Gui, Old Qi, and Old Zhou, he held Yun Fei in high regard. Still, there were matters that even someone of his status could not decide.

As he spoke, Wang Hao strode aggressively toward Lin Feng, his fierce demeanor suggesting he intended to challenge him.

Choosing a gift was always a troublesome affair—one must show sincerity and also convey a sense of luxury; otherwise, it was far too easy for someone to sabotage you.

Having left St. Elena’s Cathedral, Swift Wind declared an intention to visit the refugee camp outside the city to see if there was any way to help. Lu Xi suspected the young woman had other plans, but since her reason was so righteous, he naturally had no grounds to object.

At the sight, Jiang Tian’s face turned ashen. Not only had he shattered Ouyang Fangchang’s entire skeletal frame with a single punch, but he also destroyed his Qi Sea and acupoints, rendering him completely crippled.

Chen Fan had just dealt with two men beside the western pillar when he witnessed this scene. A trace of puzzlement flashed across his eyes. Glancing sideways, he saw Qianshou Ying dashing toward the east gate, clearly attempting to flee. His pupils constricted as he prepared to give chase.

Well, not exactly a paragon of virtue, nor entirely a villain—at most, just his own troublesome treasure.

The phoenix descended from the heavens, flying slowly along the mountain range before settling before the three, crouching low. Its golden soft feathers shimmered with an otherworldly glow, crowned with a streak of white plume.

The morning before entering Xinzhou, the two companions stayed outside the city. After disguising themselves, Ru Sanshui and Jiang Heng took on the guise of a mourning farmer siblings, clad in simple white, appearing extremely impoverished.

Though he had his own way of thinking, he would never be like an indifferent bystander, simply watching the spectacle unfold.

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Daji said that Bigan’s heart was a seven-chambered, exquisite heart; as long as one ate his heart, the ailment could be cured.

Raising her eyelids slightly, Liu Huahua saw that Xu Xuan’s handsome eyes were earnestly fixed on her.

When Chu Yunmo gave such a lukewarm appraisal of Dongfang Shangwu, Ma Long, chewing on cured meat, smiled and nodded heartily, signaling he also agreed with this evaluation, though he did not interrupt his elder brother.

What was even more terrifying was that all of them had turned into towering white bones. What kind of death could cause that?

“Yes.” Lan Yu seemed as if she had seen nothing and continued to organize the troops at the front. The soldiers watching the scene adjusted their expressions and unanimously turned to Lan Yu; after all, they were trained soldiers and maintained proper discipline.

The audience only saw Fatin and Brufid’s figures retreating from within the thunder and fire sealing formation, the magical energy rings on their bodies already activating their backup shields.

As for Lin Pingzhi, he was not overly surprised. He occasionally sneaked glances at Dongfang Yu, knowing she was the former invincible martial arts master Dongfang Bubai. His gaze toward Lin Yizhi was full of deep respect.

After watching Li Luohe’s fight video, even the usually fearless Wang Mengqi felt a chill run down her spine.

After such a huge blunder, Wu Minglei had no face to stay and quickly found an excuse to leave the appraisal conference.

Soon after, White Rat One landed, took a few steps, but was paralyzed by the electric shock from a blue laser line, collapsing to the ground.

The elder of the Immortal Sword Sect nodded calmly, prompting cheers from the people of the capital.

Shi Dakai was one of the legendary figures of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. At sixteen, he was “summoned out of retirement,” at nineteen he commanded thousands of troops, at twenty he was crowned king, and at thirty-two he died heroically in Chengdu. His life was a tumultuous saga celebrated by future generations.

“Framing you?” Xie Shuiling snorted coldly. “Prince Fu, I don’t have the time or interest to scheme against you. I only wanted to provoke a conflict between you and the Qiao family to throw Fuzhou into chaos.” Xie Shuiling openly stated his purpose, showing no fear of those present discovering it.

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Her eyes narrowed slightly as she thought to herself, no wonder this was her child—so thoughtful and caring that even she, as a mother, felt a warm sweetness in her heart.

Liu Tang’s mood was sour all the way, his brow deeply furrowed. A series of defeats had made him more irritable than ever before.

After finally squeezing inside, he found his colleagues had been roughed up, though nothing serious.

Rao Chen had been troubled by this—works like these posed a major translation challenge. Even experts who understood Chinese characters might not translate them accurately.

The ladies of the merchant families were still cordial towards them today, but that was only for business reasons.

Luo Yu raised her eyes to look at her grandfather’s kindly face. The calmness and encouragement in his gaze instantly soothed her restless heart.

Since learning of his illness, from initial despair to suicidal thoughts, his family’s comfort gradually restored his spirits.

“I just miss you so much, especially at night. I often think of you, wondering when we can be together forever.” Ye Hongxiu’s letter was brief, containing little beyond basic information about the mountain stronghold and her longing for the other’s virtue.

“What’s the rush? Why are you panting like that?” Professor Xin teased as he opened the official website.

The instructor suddenly found she wasn’t so annoying after all. On the contrary, she deserved serious attention. The resolute gaze and unwavering determination were the marks of a true warrior.

In a corner here stood a dilapidated shop, crudely shielded by a few dirty old curtains. The signboard was half rotten, with only the last two characters “Internet Cafe” remaining visible.