Volume One, Chapter 51: Running Into a Wall

The Supreme Elder Lord and Maitreya Buddha spoke again, clearly unwilling to give up this opportunity to pressure the new sect over a mere Immortal Official’s Record. This also explained why, upon seeing the jade pendant Lan Xi presented, the Rong family handed over the medicine without hesitation. If Rong Yan had thought it through, he would have guessed the purpose of the medicine. And if his relationship with Lady Murong hadn’t been good, how could he have risked so much so willingly?

When they returned to the spot where Zhou Qingyun and Yuan Biao were waiting, they found the old man already asleep. Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun didn’t rush to wake him, but instead waited quietly for an hour. Yuan Biao woke on his own and, though he scolded them roundly, seemed more spirited than before.

After handling one stubborn student, there was always another, even more obstinate. But making someone with a frail body persist in the fight was meaningless.

Of course, their exceptional spiritual roots played a part, but so did the endless supply of elixirs from Xu Xuan. The seven of them, sharing similar backgrounds, were called the “Seven Sons of Kaiyuan” after the era’s reign title.

Baibao Village had over a hundred households and several hundred people. The Zhu family, with fewer members, was an exception. Usually, children didn’t go to such gatherings, but Zhu Da insisted on following his parents, and no one stopped him.

“How can you be like this? I struggled up the mountain, and now you won’t let us into the temple? What kind of logic is that?” one man complained.

Song Keling had gone out to eat, but not long after, Xu Yin called her back inside.

After parting ways, Chen Qing’s eyes shone pitch black as she opened them, her lips moist. She placed her hands on Chu Ning’s chest and spoke.

“Go on with your count. By the way, just a weak little question: how much merit do I have now?” Fang Zheng asked.

Soaring through the air, Benjamin took out his wooden sound transmitter, intending to notify his group. Unexpectedly, the piece lit up on its own as soon as he drew it.

Most people were simply curious to see how impressive this Mage Benjamin really was, how many arms and legs he had, and some even seemed eager to join the “Unity” mercenary group.

In truth, living in the present is most important. A beautiful moment, once gone, cannot be reclaimed. Rather than mourning your former self, it is better to stride forward out of the clouds.

The girl genuinely loved the man, but his gaze was far from sincere; he was calculating, likely seeking to use her.

Yet, while anyone present could withdraw, the hundred private soldiers brought by the middle-aged nobleman had no such option.

“This is money!” The man named Brother Chen produced a chest and opened it, revealing stacks of red banknotes.

The owner of Greenhearth Games was a real eccentric in the business world, living like a carefree crane among clouds, and possessing a Midas touch.

This was intriguing—right now, the Daoist of Many Treasures was probably still the first disciple of the Sect of Severance, yet in his hands was an object unique to the Western Sect’s leader, the Guide. Who could believe there wasn’t some hidden story here?

People’s hearts were indeed complicated, and his mind was filled with confusion—he did not know how to judge the situation, for Wang Min had never expected things to become so tangled.

The villagers still focused on the patients that had just been healed, paying no attention to the commotion at the chapel door.

Before the monks could react, two blood-flame beasts, blazing with fire, let out a roar and lunged. The strange men behind them drew sharp, horn-shaped daggers and followed, shouting and howling as they charged.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events, and only after a long while did a single number appear on the board.

For several days, Pearl and Abbess Shui Jing busied themselves with preparing medicinal herbs and delivering them to the wounded. After days of tireless work, Abbess Shui Jing finally collapsed from exhaustion on the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month.

At a glance, the two might seem to be brawling, but on closer inspection, it was clear that although Friend P’s blows were heavy, none struck Mr. Yu’s vital spots. Rather than saying Friend P’s anger made him wild, it would be more accurate to say Mr. Yu was willingly taking the punches.

Ye Hui supported Su Yue back to her territory in the Nine Mystic Sect. After helping her change clothes, he slipped away without a sound.

When Chu Qing heard it was a madman, she was skeptical and looked twice, but for reasons she could not explain, she felt a chilling, sinister air around the person that made her uncomfortable. She kept her distance before leaping once more onto the offering platform.

Chu Yuanzhen offered to carry the basket, and Pearl, not standing on ceremony, untied the rope and handed it to him.

Even among generals, aside from tactics, much depended on luck. If your fortune surpassed all others, you might rise to the highest ranks, ennobled as marquis or prime minister. Otherwise, you would just be another bloodied warrior on the battlefield.

Xia Dongxue’s face was still a little pale, clearly unsettled by the morning’s events. Jiang Feng smiled silently, while Xia Dongxue’s gaze lingered on him, filled with thought, confusion, and a peculiar curiosity.

Ye Chen continued to mock, unaware that Wang Wu’s right fist was glowing. The halo around it seemed to breathe, contracting and expanding, shrinking by three parts and growing by seven, becoming ever larger.

The Duality Sword Formation worked like a millstone, effortlessly grinding away the phantoms of inner demons it touched, transforming them into visible clusters of pure spiritual energy.

In the great dream miracle, Supreme Treasure recalled the glorious days of the past. Now, at the same rank as Luna—both Stellar Spirit Lords—he even seemed to faintly surpass her.