Volume One, Chapter 126: Unconscious and Unresponsive

There was no sense of time in the dimly lit basement.

Han Yi knew nothing about Qin Tuo’s origins; all he knew was that Qin Tuo existed three eras ago. More than two thousand years ago, he returned from the outer starry void to Taihuang, seizing the Illusion Snow Immortal Palace in the Western Plains. Beyond that, all other information about Qin Tuo was completely unknown.

Such circumstances naturally astonished everyone. Even Tian Mo and the others ahead glanced back with grave expressions, shocked by the power of the fading light. At present, even if they summoned the fierce cave artifacts, it would only deter the immortals from approaching again, but it could not dispel them.

Upon reaching the first floor, Shang Hao only saw some decorations arranged about. He released the immortal energy and the five-elemental energy; yet the energies swirled aimlessly, proving utterly useless.

“Haha... Mr. Chu, you jest,” Kamijo Masao laughed heartily but glanced sideways at Kamijo Ayako. Ayako nodded subtly in understanding, wearing a mysterious smile as she looked toward Chu Haoran.

Half a year was not a short time, but Gao Zhi could not afford to waste it, for there were matters outside that required his attention. Fortunately, those infants had not appeared again; otherwise, his situation would have become even more complicated.

In truth, Master Zheng’s so-called unfilial son was not truly unfilial. When Wang Gang returned with the three of them to the village after seven days, Zheng’s son, a man in his thirties, broke down in tears and rushed toward Zheng’s house—where Master Zheng sat in good spirits on the kang, eating his midday meal.

“Qianmo?” Ye Feng pondered, finally recalling that Hell Thunderlight had once spoken to him about it, and he tentatively speculated.

Gao Zhi’s low growl echoed through everyone’s minds by the power of his will. The sound reverberated continuously, the rumble rolling like terrifying thunder.

Chu Haoran smiled wryly and quickly looked at Situ Yaru. He dared not fight him—if he accidentally hurt him, not only would Situ Yaru not forgive him, but surely every soldier here would be ready to battle him to the death.

Seeing this, a police officer about thirty, slightly younger than the middle-aged officer, approached. After accepting the handed cigarette from the superior and lighting it, he said, “Chief Liu, what do you make of this?”

Suddenly speaking, he startled the four playing cards, who all jumped up in fright. “Are you human or ghost?” Brother Chen trembled as he asked. Though the room was dark, the four saw Zhao Yue’s blurred face—it was definitely not some nonsense.

In battle, a warrior’s sixth sense for danger approaches precognition. Visual and auditory interference effects are halved.

Unexpectedly, if Sun Ce lacked his skills, he would have been battered into a wreck like those spoiled sons of Jingzhou.

“Old Wan, what do you mean by this?” The first to question was not Selica the wish-maker but Master Xing Ku. Yet this was hardly surprising—Wan Zhizhou had said, “Only wishes related to evil can be granted.” His position was highly suspicious; no one could guarantee he wouldn’t once again seek to ascend the divine throne by following destiny.

“Lord, strategist, this...” Taishi Ci pushed open the door and saw the strategist engaged in an activity he had never witnessed before alongside the lord, leaving him momentarily stunned.

There was indeed something amiss—the business license bore only Ling Yun’s name, but no photo of Ling Yun.

They had overestimated them too much. Had they known how fragile their minds were and that they were at odds with each other, they wouldn’t have needed to improve themselves; just a few words would have pitted them against each other to their mutual destruction.