Volume One, Chapter 111: The Concert Uproar (3)
Wen Xuyu stood motionless, her eyes lowered in a daze. The long hair tucked behind her ear slipped free, veiling the expression in her gaze. Su Jibai was truly a remarkable person—her mentor in life, her dearest friend, the one who understood her best. Had it not been for the fire and the truth of her parentage, perhaps they would have come together, strolling through the campus of Jing University, striving to earn a living side by side, bringing his mother and Ruan Yuling to join them.
Blocked by Master Ye, Shen Chongxun could no longer maintain his former composure. If he did not act, Shen Feihe would surely perish, his very soul destroyed. At once, he braced himself to break through Master Ye’s obstruction and rush to save Shen Feihe.
The Celestial Emperor of Xingkong nodded, then fell silent. The eight Celestial Emperors of the Saint Demon Clan watched with sober eyes. They understood well that this mission was of the utmost importance, that it could determine the very course of the coming war.
Chen Xiao’s gaze shifted, countless rays of brilliance flashing in his eyes, clearly absorbing the knowledge before him.
When a machine becomes a mechanical monster, it loses its former mechanical essence and instead takes on the presence of a true beast.
“He and my second brother ventured out together into the world, but... in the end, all that returned home were their weapons and tattered clothes...” Chu Zifeng stared down at the dim floor, murmuring softly.
At first glance, Yan Yun City also believed the lord had perished completely. Yet later, by his spiritual senses, he realized the lord was in a state of feigned death. To think that Elder Jun, an ordinary man, could diagnose the real issue with just a glance—such insight was truly astonishing.
Ruoyou and Jiang Xie were both sent flying, which reminded Ruoyou of a fable—the farmer and the snake: save a snake, and in the end, you are bitten for your kindness...
At the same time, he felt even more grateful to Jiang Xie. With this new path, his mother could finally travel up and down the mountain herself; it resolved the family’s most difficult problem.
Chen Ran was on the verge of tears, wanting to retort, “You’re the fool, your whole family is foolish! Can’t you feel how tense and oppressive the atmosphere is? Are you here to be a comedian?”
He laughed heartily, suddenly raising an energy shield. He crooked his finger at Die Wu, who still stood in place, and sneered, as if daring her to stab him.
“But didn’t Immortal Haoran say it had vanished from this world many years ago?” Ming Xizhe was incredulous—the news was too abrupt, leaving him struggling to accept it.
Compared to Yan Shangci’s melancholy, the rest of the villagers seemed almost excessively calm. Meng Chuanwen and Sang Yinyan continued their lives as usual, as if nothing had transpired. The only change was that Sang Youyou, after her falling out with Meng Fancheng at the Dharma Assembly, now kept her distance.
Mother An gave An Yirou a thousand reminders before reluctantly hanging up the phone.
A torrential rain began to fall, though at first it did not directly strike the imperial domain. It moved slowly from west to east, gradually sweeping over.
That scene made my heart pound, and for a moment I thought Uncle Chong was too cruel. Yet recalling the trauma he suffered in childhood, the decades of suppressed pain, I could understand his reaction.
He walked through the corridor and entered the main hall. After a brief search, he easily found the switch for the floor lamp. He moved to the desk, where a medical record lay open.
Everyone else thought the elder had gone mad, but Zhuang Xun knew otherwise. Though the man had suffered a great blow and was reacting fiercely, he was not truly insane. The root of his madness might well be a guise, perhaps to conceal a previous conspiracy.
Yet in the next instant, something even stranger occurred: the Black Serpent King sprouted another head, as if shedding its skin. The new head exuded a steady, formidable aura.