Volume 1, Chapter 28: Hunting the Traitor

The Mana Weaver sensed a formidable presence, reminiscent of his first encounter with a legend.

Ye Zifan’s kiss was devoid of tenderness; his lips and tongue wantonly swept through Maizi’s delicate mouth, plundering her very breath. With the air in her lungs rapidly depleting, Maizi nearly fainted from suffocation.

Nalan Heng remained silent, pulling her into his arms and onto the carriage. Xiao Yuyin did not struggle or refuse; she sensed the coldness and fury faintly radiating from him. Sensibly, she chose not to disturb him, remaining quietly in his embrace—a level of docility she had never shown before.

Thus, she had deliberately allowed Qing Mochu’s blade to cut her. Though she avoided her vitals, she ensured the wound was deep enough to reach the bone, a truly shocking sight.

The moment the door clicked shut, Nalan Xiao’s gaze deepened, followed by the trace of a faint smile.

Having done all this, I took out the Samsara Mirror I had secretly brought down. Its yin and yang sides reveal the destinies of past and future lives. I believe Xu Nanqin will surely see: the Red Herb of the past, and I, of the future.

Looking back on my thirty-some years of existence, I feel I have been no different from a pig or a dog—always grunting, circling, and scavenging for something to fill this bottomless pit. I wasted too much intellect on the pursuit of food; now that the problem of eating is solved, my mind has gradually grown dull.

Through the haze, a melodious ringing drifted to her ears. Maizi fumbled to reach for the phone on her bedside table.

Upon hearing this, Han Rong nodded. The Liu lineage was prosperous, with many kinsmen in the imperial court; Liu Ye, Liu Bei, and the escorted Liu Zhang would all suffice.

"Do you not find all of this terribly tacky?" Mu Fanxuan asked with a smirk, looking at Xue Xianying.

"Why haven't you risen to welcome your Beast King?" A voice echoed in the air.

Lin Xue, is Tang Yuyan’s personality truly so wicked? Why are you so afraid of her?

The greatest taboo in boxing is to get injured while attacking. Now, Yajun dared not throw heavy punches easily; he was embarrassed to strike the face, and he couldn't budge the body. Truly, a tough nut to crack.

"Hmph!" the scabby old Taoist snorted in disdain before walking to the corner to rummage through a large wooden cabinet.

At this moment, two-foot-long, ink-black claws had sprouted from Old Ge’s ten fingers. He knew he had to unleash the Profound Underworld Ghost Claws to counter Si Quan’s black talismans. In an instant, Old Ge’s dark claws swiped wildly, as sharp as ten daggers.

Upon hearing this, Old Ge nodded like a pounding pestle in gratitude. Leading the seven ghosts and the winged salamander spirit, they hoisted the baskets, shouldered the packs, and carried the poles, moving along the city wall toward the right.

Finally, Li Qingshan picked up the Go board. Perhaps because Chunyu Musheng was a metallurgist, many things here were crafted from various metals.

Wang Xinru saw it too; that great gate seemed like a doorway to the heavens. Beyond that threshold, there must be a whole new world.

It raced down the snowy mountain, the colorful eggshell faintly emitting a glow, the "thump-thump" sound from within growing increasingly clear.

At this moment, the Eighth Prince’s eyes were filled with excitement, yet tinged with a trace of nervousness. It was unclear if he was anxious about the outcome, or whether he was worried about whether Ning Fan or Xie Da would emerge victorious.

The place remained brightly lit. With the recent influx of people from the mountain villages, the entire village was packed with silhouettes.

"Do you still not understand what I mean?" Mu Qingyu frowned, clearly dissatisfied with Lu Feng’s attitude.

Chen Lifeng was completely stunned, while Peng Cheng fared better—it seemed he had faced more setbacks and witnessed more such scenes than Chen Lifeng, his eyes remaining indifferent.

"What are you shouting about? Even though the Young City Lord has walked away, you were speaking so loudly that everyone heard you. Get moving, quickly!"

Not finding the origin of the Samsara Heavenly Plate was not a matter of great urgency. The lack of an origin would not hinder Chu Feng from using it.

To achieve the best medicinal efficacy, one needs the perfect equilibrium point, fusing the properties of every herb as completely as possible.

Within the infantry phalanx, only a small portion of soldiers directly faced the Dongxuan-stage cultivator, while the others kept their eyes fixed ahead.

Ever since Li Ye stepped into this place, she had felt a force restraining her, yet within the range of her mental perception, she could not sense the slightest aura or fluctuation.

Lu Dongbin had originally lost the desire to contend with Chu Xuan, having witnessed the terrifying power of the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Art with his own eyes.

The chosen location was the battlefield from earlier that day; the trees had been cleared, making it ready for immediate cultivation.

Jiang Sheng glanced in her direction, but from anyone else's angle, there was clearly nothing where he was looking.

Yet, there was not a single corpse to be found; it was as if the combatants on both sides had suddenly evaporated into thin air.

The brilliance of the others had masked his own, which was why Jiang Sheng had not recalled him immediately.

His clothes and hair were charred, sparks still smoldering in many places, and his aura had withered to the extreme, like an old man on his deathbed who would topple with a mere push.

Seeing the crowd of onlookers growing, the confidence he once had vanished into thin air, chased away by the surrounding whispers.

Wu Hongwen clenched his fists tightly. As an illegitimate son, he had once only dared to covet his father’s wealth from the shadows.

Or perhaps, spend another tens of thousands of years biding his time, waiting until success was absolutely guaranteed before launching an attack.

"Once the city gates close, countless demonic creatures will swarm in, and we will have nowhere to go!" Lin Tian said. "This..." Long Teng and the others frowned; if what Lin Tian said was true, the risk was far too great.

Dark Night suddenly felt a sense of apathy, a desire to leave. He looked at Han Li at the entrance. She turned back, caught his gaze, and smiled at him. So, not everyone ignored him. Perhaps he would stay for Han Li’s sake. Dark Night found a reason to remain.

"A man isn't truly living if there isn't a bit of green on his head. I actually like being cuckolded. My silly Xixi has the ability to turn my head into a vast green prairie—oh, that’s his talent!" Peng Yu’s tone was quite smug, and he hung up the phone immediately after.