Volume One, Chapter 84: Does Everyone Harbor Treasonous Intent?

“It seems I must be even more cautious now,” Murong Yunyi murmured to himself, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

He walked over to his desk, carefully put away the dossiers and account books, then moved to a hidden compartment and took out an exquisitely crafted wooden box.

Indeed, the reason Liu Huaidong had chosen this particular moment to imbue his domain’s illusion array with spirit was not because he thought he could, with the foundation of a Fifth Rank of Soul-Focusing, achieve something that even a Land Immortal might not be capable of.

Yet, having listened to the entire conversation from start to finish, he was still at a loss. He genuinely couldn’t understand what sort of miraculous request his son had made to the higher-ups—one so enticing that even Zhang Guoliang coveted it.

The child who received the stone was overjoyed, proclaiming he had found a treasure, but the old man quickly covered his disciple’s mouth as soon as he heard this.

“But why would she do this? From what I know, Military Doctor Wan’er bears no grudge against the three of them,” Cang Li questioned, stroking his chin.

In recent days, the uproar surrounding Lin Han had grown intense, with SSR’s official Weibo account getting dragged into the mess.

Even in ancient times, secret techniques of the Fate Sect—far more profound and domineering than mere tricks like transferring flowers or defying destiny—had been imprinted into Liu Huaidong’s mind through ancestral memory.

After the competition, they didn’t even celebrate with a meal; instead, they threw themselves straight back into training.

And so, Lin Yan could only watch as Xiang Wan and Xiang Kesong walked farther and farther away together, until they disappeared out the factory gates. With every step she took, his gaze upon her back grew deeper.

“When the Ancient Land was founded, this barrier was born with it. This place has always been strange, which is why so few people come here,” the old man remarked from the side.

Liu Buyi turned his head, a hint of surprise in his eyes, mixed with a fleeting excitement, but as quickly as it came, confusion set in once more.

Li Chengjie’s kick carried at least thirty or forty percent of his strength, and it was controlled—otherwise, he might have caused the man to vomit blood.

The heavens seemed to collapse, the earth to shatter. Even space itself nearly buckled under the force; the barrier created by the River God of Jiang Waterfall was instantly obliterated, and the ruined remains of the Jiang family’s estate were abruptly exposed to all.

Qiang instantly put on an air of pride. In truth, he did feel a strong sense of belonging to his Dragon Clan heritage.

She had remained silent for far too long—either she would erupt from her silence, or perish within it. And now, the moment of eruption had come.

Yang Hao only knew the standards of the Phoenix Society. For VIP clients of his level, the so-called “real-time communication” service was out of the question unless he paid extra fees—and those were no small sums.

Unable to live and die as ordinary people do, after thousands or even tens of thousands of years, he watched as generations of humans scurried about like ants, dying wave after wave. Power and wealth lost all meaning at the very peak of existence.

That so-called deity had completely fallen. His hands plunged into the earth, and torrents of bloody flesh and mud surged forth, covering his body.

“Du—Patriarch Du, I am Jin Xiangming of the Dark Blade,” Captain Jin said, flattering Du Lingchen.

Just as he was focused on refining talismans, three days after separating from Fang Ling, someone sent over a large batch of medicinal herbs—so many they nearly filled Chu Wangshu’s wardrobe. The sender even called that day to express their gratitude; the efficacy of the Vital Essence Pill had far exceeded the Fang family’s expectations. It was no exaggeration to call it a miracle cure for injuries.

But Aunt Chen was already the lowest-ranking contact Gao Yulan could find for now. After so many years away, her connections back home had grown thin; aside from a few relatives, only a handful of old friends and elder sisters remained.