Volume 1, Chapter 29: Writer's Block?

“What does that mean? Is the NPC improvising in front of her and turning itself into a supporting character?”

Qin Xianxian lay sprawled across the bed, utterly baffled.

She recalled what Luqi had said yesterday. The more she thought about it, the more something seemed wrong. Could it be that she had truly misunderstood him? Should she simply go and ask him outright?

“Luqi, do you think I should go find him?” the woman on the bed asked in a forlorn voice.

Even Ao Qing, far away in the stronghold, sensed the powerful immortal aura rising from the valley. In silence, he lifted his head and gazed toward the direction where the Auspicious-Calamity Twin Furnaces stood.

Jia Shaojie froze for a moment, rendered speechless. He was already too tired to speak with Peng Yu; he simply could not understand how Peng Yu’s mind worked.

Just as he reached the most crucial part of what he was saying, the signal on the other end suddenly cut out. He tried calling back, but before the call could even connect, he saw the door of the room slowly open.

Wang Ying spread her five fingers. The ice wall before her shattered into powder, revealing an icy tunnel. A wave of bone-chilling cold poured from within, instantly coating Wang Daosheng’s hair and stubble with a layer of frost.

She finally understood, to some extent, why Wei Zilin’s voice held such an irresistible allure for Xu Moyan. Shen Zongyi was the same to her.

Phoenix was stunned as well. There had clearly been a large patch of burns across his back—how had they vanished and healed in the blink of an eye?

It was as though an invisible hand had closed around his throat. Before he could complete his lethal strike, his strength suddenly failed him, leaving him hanging helplessly in midair. Thus, the Ghost-Eyed Evil Lord was trapped in a state where he seemed doomed to die, yet could not quite perish.

At that moment, he kept his head lowered, his eyes filled with unmistakable concern. Perhaps because he was nervous, his expression appeared stern as well, with two deep creases drawn tightly together between his brows.

Seeing was believing. Given Tang Xueyan’s temperament, she could not imagine what had happened. The more he explained, the angrier she would become.

The corner of Yu Zi’s mouth twitched. Though she had not yet completed her apprenticeship, she was at least a properly qualified practicing lawyer who had passed the judicial examination. In court, she was more than capable of arguing her case.

“You’re wrong! They committed capital crimes. You must have the courage to rid the people of such evildoers before you can earn this honor,” Xue Hao retorted.

“Notify the families. The rest of you handle it.”

As he spoke, Station Chief Wang began to weep. Although he had done his best to control his emotions, the anguish on his face could not conceal the sorrow in his heart. Having said that, he walked alone toward the police station cafeteria.

Chu He already knew that Meng Qingtong must have an extraordinary background. She was wealthy, and neither the golden bell tied to her braid nor the refined-steel equipment of that mutated iron-winged eagle was something an ordinary person could afford—especially not with a fifth-grade Bronze Furnace Grandmaster serving as her guard.

“The Marquis has certainly thought of everything. Your subordinates can only admire you,” Fang Ning said, seizing the opportunity to flatter him.

Weilin was extraordinarily skilled at controlling the giant bird. To Lin Wei and the others, riding on its back felt no different from sitting in chairs on solid ground.

Lin Wei closed his eyes. One mural after another replayed through his mind like slides, appearing and vanishing as he compared them.

Han Xiao remained silent with a smile. According to the old man he had cared for, none of his several meditation sessions had ended with him waking the very next day. In his mind, he had spent only a little over ten days in Death Valley. He had never imagined that, in the blink of an eye, nearly three months—almost four—had already passed. It truly felt as though a single day in the mountains amounted to a hundred years in the mortal world.

The heartrending cries from the Dolce & Gabbana boutique once again drew passersby toward the storefront. They gathered outside, whispering among themselves as they watched the scene within. Some asked what had happened, some were bewildered, and others excitedly babbled about everything they had just seen and heard.

His internal energy consumption had increased as well. Even with five years of cultivation at full strength, he could unleash a tenfold-power attack only once, or two attacks at half power.

“You should be satisfied, Evil God. For an ordinary martial cultivator, advancing from the Threadlike Qi Realm to the Body Tempering Realm takes at least a year or two. Yet you reached this level with a single pill. With three pills, you’ll practically break through,” the Ice Demon Bird said disdainfully.