Volume One, Chapter 55: A Scheme to Catch the Thief

Even so, during that final period, Fang Han still sheltered countless people through the Great Cataclysm, though Shenji never detailed it in his writing. The scene before her was brutal; Liu Shuyou couldn’t quite bear to watch, but recalling what Lu Qishen had said—that these animals were penned here specifically for hunting—her heart eased a little. Still, when she saw a pure white rabbit struck by an arrow, she reflexively closed her eyes.

Old Iron led Iron Third into the house and recounted the meeting between Zhu Zhengrong and Zhan Feiyu at the teahouse. The shattered Golden Core divine powers were all stored by Luo Jiang within her sea of consciousness, though she had not yet condensed true energy or magical power—only an empty array, its patterns clear but unformed.

The two maidservants exchanged glances; they could read, but the handwriting was barely legible, like a dog’s scrawl. After all, they were not yet well acquainted—speaking so directly just now had already been a great effort. Now, to ask her to invest—he truly could not bring himself to say it.

The Mosquito Daoist’s hidden ancient vault was located beneath this radiant jasper tree, buried in the boundless sands. This was the secret art of the Hidden Vault—the Sands of the Ganges.

“Ye Junyan, are you joking? Do you think you’re still the young master of the Ye family?” Ye Bufan jeered.

A gaping maw took up nearly half its head, lined with three rows of shark-like, interlacing teeth. Drool dripped from the fangs in long, white threads. And that was not its only mouth—two more splits in its hide revealed further rows of sharp teeth.

He nodded, already wary of the backlash of soul force. Power was not inexhaustible; once used without restraint, the consequences might be more than even he could bear.

Yet that brief obstruction was enough for the other to react, dodging aside as Liu Ruohuo swung out with his blade.

After hearing the answer, Wu Xue dangled her high heels and waited, silently counting to five. Without hesitation, she activated the Gale Step and sprinted forward. At that exact moment, with a bang, the surveillance monitor exploded.

Mei’er felt her head buzzing. She’d attended her cousin’s wedding, even gifting a Cloud Dragon Pearl as a present, but now the Ice and Snow Villa was gone, and so were her uncle and aunt. None of these scenes existed in her memory; all memories past her sixteenth year had vanished.

Some had a leg corroded away by mucus; some bodies still had bits of flesh, others were already bone. The only thing they had in common was the sticky, putrid corrosive slime that coated all three corpses.

But now, with Luo Chengxi’s sudden reminder, Second Brother abruptly recalled those matters he’d handled.

Looking up past the waiter’s shoulder, she saw Luo Chenxi standing there in a bathrobe, arms crossed, watching her with amused interest.

Moreover, when the Scorpion unleashed the Third and Fourth Kazekage puppets in battle, they suffered unprecedented humiliation. Thus, when Sunagakure later issued a warrant for Akatsuki, they added their signature to it. However, lacking Konoha’s bravado, they offered only special resources and monetary rewards.

Zi Zhan nodded, his composure gone, replaced by an icy coldness. The shift in his demeanor was so stark that one could not tell how many faces he truly wore.

Not only was Xu Fei entranced, but the classmates behind and beside her listened with rapt attention. Cao Yue was a gifted storyteller; though he’d never been to Creekmouth, he’d learned so much online that his tales sounded as though he’d lived them himself.

Outside the elevator, a crowd of media reporters awaited. Cameras and flashes were everywhere. As Cao Yue stepped out, a barrage of flashes nearly blinded him.

Deng Bao took the wine jug from a guard and cracked the seal; a rich aroma of liquor instantly filled the air.

It was with this realization that Ye Chu began to doubt herself, and the words of her younger clansman before her stirred many thoughts.

White Horse Jun’s back ached from a heavy slap, a large handprint marking his skin—did Shengzhuo really have to be this happy?

Just as he reached the wellhead, a head suddenly popped up. Startled, Ye Qing lost his grip and began to fall, but the owner of that head snatched his hand, halting his descent in midair.

“Hey, Terry, Terry, Terry, how are you?” Duffy tossed away his cigarette butt, forcing a smile as he greeted Liang Dong.

Upon entering, he saw a large, flat oval table with microphones and headphones arranged on top. The microphones looked just like those used in recording studios—upright, with flat heads you had to lean into to speak clearly.

“All right, then why don’t you just go get him and bring him home yourself?” Liang Dong didn’t understand why Christine would even call about this.

There was still undercurrent within the Creek Valley Sect—who could say for sure that no one inside harbored ulterior motives?

Moreover, that great tree seemed almost alive, its thick branches lashing toward the old man.

A hundred high-level, late-stage Tier Nine espers—this force was even stronger than the million espers stationed along the coastline.

“Miss Yuxin hasn’t decided yet?” The man in blue was in no hurry, only asking mildly, which made Hua Yuxin even more troubled. She didn’t know what she should do, nor how to avoid becoming a burden to this man in blue.

She didn’t know how long she’d slept, but since waking at noon, Ruoxi hadn’t had a sip of water. Rousing in the middle of the night, her throat parched and her stomach burning, she vaguely recalled seeing a water tank in the courtyard when she arrived. She struggled to get up, but as soon as she opened her eyes, trouble found her.