Volume One, Chapter 40: The Secret Letter

There were also two sharp fangs, bared and ready to attack at the sight of any stranger. Witnessing this, the leader of the men in black shot a glare at his companion, then wasted no more words and gestured for the people behind him to follow.

It might have been a single second or half a minute; either way, Jiang Yao heard the murmurs of the delinquents lingering in this no-man’s-land behind her.

With questions swirling in her mind, Su Qianxue returned to her room. It seemed she would need to investigate further tomorrow.

Heng was entangled by others and couldn’t break free, and even if Qi and the others had heard the roar and rushed over, they would still need some time.

After considering for a while, Lin Feng decided it was best left alone—it would be better to torment some demon emperors instead. As for demon lords, he dared not provoke them just yet. His physical strength was still too weak; he couldn’t withstand even a single blow from them.

The reason it felt like hard sponge was because Wang Kai’s fist neither advanced nor was repelled. It was as if it had been caught by a pair of pliers.

“All right, then go ahead. I’ll keep an eye on you—be careful.” Fuxi habitually ruffled her hair as he spoke.

Ji Hanxiao’s face grew increasingly cold, his gaze darkening with a chilling heaviness. Suddenly, he sprang to his feet, and a wave of force radiated out from him, reducing all the trees and rocks within ten meters to dust.

Though Lin Feng had not been reborn for long, he was gradually adapting to life as a demon-tailed bee.

The relentless sound of chopping wood echoed on and on. Perhaps the force was too great, for even the moon seemed to tremble. At last, the fairy Chang’e in the Moon Palace was startled awake, letting out a sharp scream.

Though I have acquired some skills, I still feel as muddled and lost as ever. Where does my spirit truly reside?

Meng Fan walked back into the plastic greenhouse. Du Han was helping to mash bletilla to apply to Liu Changchun’s wound. Bletilla is a hemostatic herb, useful for both internal and external injuries.

He picked a few more reishi mushrooms, some fo-ti, and even managed to find two snow lotuses. He filled the cardboard box to the brim. He wanted to bring more herbs, but there simply wasn’t room.

When the Dragon King questioned her, Lin Yumeng’s expression darkened. She finally understood why no one ever left the Endless Sea. It must be one of the Tianwu Continent’s secret bases, a storehouse of power. Han Bing had never mentioned this to her; perhaps he felt it wasn’t yet time.

“You’re laughing again! How dare you!” Zhao Qiaozhen twisted even harder, yet she too was eventually amused by Zhang Donghai.

Lin Jueying was full of doubts. She truly had no idea why Tang Hai suddenly had a son. She only knew that he did, but as for with whom—despite her abilities, resources, and connections, she could not find out.

Mu Yanyuan pointed his sword at the hunched old woman. “We are here to burn the harmful worm seedlings. Tell me—are you a mechanical puppet, or…?” After all, the voice he’d heard didn’t seem to match the person before him, and he couldn’t help but wonder.

On the ninth day of the first month, it is the Jade Emperor’s birthday. Grand ceremonies are held in all Taoist temples, with chanting and ritual confession.

Seeing this, Mu Zifei couldn’t help but sigh. Only his mother would do such a thing; no one else would have the heart or willingness for it.

Soon after, the fat man fell asleep. Nan Feng narrowed his eyes and continued his observation. Though the soldiers’ search was not as intense as before, it was still risky to try to leave the city. His portrait had already been posted at the gates, and the guards would surely have some recollection of him.

“And who are you?” Su Huai retorted. Though he and Fang Jin were clad in dark nightwear, their faces were uncovered and easily recognized. The man in black revealed only his eyes, making him hard to identify.

“My stomach feels off—I don’t want to eat anymore. Let’s go.” As Tang Lingluo spoke, she walked away without a glance at her classmates behind her.

“Calm down, calm down—you must stay calm at a time like this!” Xintian repeatedly took deep breaths, forcing himself to steady his scattered nerves.

“Alice, you’re too naïve. In your business and management department, hardly anyone started out relying solely on themselves, and few are truly independent from their families. I can’t let you lose at the starting line.” Mu Zifei looked at Alice and explained gently.

Everyone was startled and looked up—there, atop the hill before the divine gate, stood a man with the bearing of a lofty mountain, hands clasped behind his back, exuding extraordinary presence.

At this thought, Chen Xu clenched his fists, his eyes shining with a newfound confidence.

Left with no other choice, he gave up. Yet, when he focused on his right hand, he could feel a faint, nameless energy moving within his palm—a sensation both familiar and wondrous.

The dark-skinned man looked at Dongzi with clear eyes; he nodded slightly, and then tears began to stream down his face.

Thanks to Princess An’s calm and composed manner, when she heard there were imperial guards at Prince Jin’s side, she guessed it was Prince An’s doing and quickly ordered the servants to open the door.

Cheng Ling smiled and said to Bai Jianli, “Young master, you truly are capable. I barely spoke and you already sensed the threat—do you lack confidence in yourself?” Bai Jianli remained silent, letting her finish. Seeing this, Cheng Ling knew this was her only chance.