Episode 1

"Renowned orthodox sects? They want to kill you just because of the treasure you carry?" Qin Zhao asked with curiosity. She was a spirit that had just taken human form; what could she possibly possess that would be worth seizing? Those were prestigious, righteous sects; they would never sacrifice their reputation to kill a newly formed spirit unless the treasure in question was exceptionally rare.

Xu Manni shouted sternly, "No, retreat immediately! We are no match for three level-eight mutated bulls. Your abilities cannot harm them at all."

The morning bell tolled from the direction of Nanshan at Red Leaf Temple, announcing the commencement of the quinquennial Unrestricted Assembly for the monks.

Perhaps it was the madness induced by the alcohol, but I found myself groggily snatching the glass of XO from Fatty’s hand. In less than five minutes, just as before, I had swallowed the entire glass of burning, spicy liquor.

Qin Zhao was deeply worried about Zhang Xiaoyi’s current state, fearing she might give herself away after being discharged from the hospital. Although he had previously appeared before her roommates as her boyfriend, his performance then was vastly different from how she was acting now.

In that instant, Li Qing anticipated what was coming. Without waiting for Song Qingrou to speak, he slunk toward where Qin Zhao and Song Qingrou stood—or more accurately, toward Song Qingrou—to endure a lecture that should never have been his to receive.

"Your wounds do not appear to have been caused by weapons; they look more like the marks of beast teeth or claws... You hail from Jueyun Ridge and have awakened the bloodline of the Qilin, known as the King of All Beasts. By all rights, the beasts should bow to you wherever you go. How could you be so severely injured?" Yan Nanfei asked.

A breeze swept by, and the flowers and green leaves across the mountain drifted away, dancing wildly and freely amidst a gentle, shimmering halo.

"War? Or invasion?" Upon hearing the other party speak of their goal, Zhang Tian stated his thoughts directly. In his eyes, this was an act of aggression.

Seeing this, Murong Detao fought even more frantically against Tuoba Jie. He unleashed the "Sun and Moon Vajra Blade," a lethal technique that targeted Tuoba Jie’s weaknesses with every strike. If this continued, Tuoba Jie was unlikely to emerge victorious.

Leng Rufeng followed Murong Detao and Murong Lan. Discovering that the siblings had returned to the same mountain cave, he seized the opportunity to return to the inn, have his attendants pack up, settle the bill that night, and continue trailing them.

At that time, the Tuoba tribe still led a nomadic life, living in tents and felt huts. Later, they learned to build houses and began to settle at the foot of Mount Xianbei.

Lin Yi retracted the golden radiance from his body, leaped from the back of the Qilin, and landed steadily on the edge of the pit. He turned to look down at the Qilin beast, which was covered in bloody wounds and had ceased its mutation.

With so many problems mounting, if any internal chaos were to erupt, the entire State of Wu could fall into civil strife. That was the truly fatal danger.

Inside his mind, the seven billion units of power he had left surged uncontrollably, finally coming to a rest at twenty billion three hundred million.

"Pear, Plum, close the outer gates and come here," she beckoned to them furtively.

When these phenomena reached their peak, the trajectories and phantoms within the consciousness space passed directly through the membrane, merging into the external demonic consciousness space and becoming invisible.

Xiang Yu scooped up Princess Wang Xifeng in a bridal carry, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Feng, my name is Wang Xifeng." Feng suddenly announced her name loudly, then ran off, blushing.

The rain grew heavier, not only smashing the newly sprouted medicinal seedlings in Suirong Manor to a pulp but also soaking the pedestrians outside the city who hadn't managed to find shelter in time.

Shortly after, the sound of bones snapping came from the mid-stage Spirit Master, and a mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth.

She rarely kept track of the dates, knowing only when special festivals occurred.

Ning Xiu had an advantage in this regard. Good inspiration cannot be found by closing oneself off; it requires a breadth of experience.

Chen Xuan turned and left the grotto, heading deep into the Snow Cloud Mountains. He felt the faint chill radiating from the pendant and was filled with questions, yet his heart was brimming with curiosity and anticipation for the unknown path ahead.

Zhang Juzheng’s arrangements seemed casual, but in reality, they were intricately linked. As expected of a seasoned political veteran who had occupied the highest offices for years, his methods were beyond the reach of ordinary men.

"It’s all over!" Seeing this, the child’s eyes filled with despair and agony, as if he had witnessed something truly terrifying.

The dim light cast shadows across Feng Shijun’s face, making his expressions unreadable. Lin Manxi did not speak again, unwilling to place herself in a passive position.

As Wu Eryou recounted the events, Li Rizhi and Zheng Gangling nodded slightly, not interrupting his narrative.

Along the way, everyone remained silent and extremely cautious. This journey would not be safe; the road was fraught with obstacles, and whether they would return alive was a question in itself.

Lin Yin was stunned by the remark and remained silent for a long time. Xuanqing said, "I am tired and need to rest. You may do as you please." Lin Yin muttered to himself, "What joy is there in life? What suffering is there in death? Pity the people of this world, for their sorrows are manifold!" Deep in thought, he ignored Xuanqing and pushed the door open to leave.

Chen Yi also felt he had been in "work mode" for too long and hadn't realized that having money could be this enjoyable. He closed his eyes as well, drifting into a brief slumber.

Hearing Zhang Shiqiang speak this way, we didn't know what to say, for we were of too low a station to grasp his perspective.