Volume 1, Chapter 130: The Encounter (1)

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The Bian Building soared into the clouds, its territory having expanded once again over the past four years.

In the president’s office.

Lu Zhao reported the schedule to the man seated at the main desk.

“Sir, the schedule for the next two days is fully booked. The day after tomorrow is the Jing University Sports Meet. The university president has invited you several times to attend. What do you think...?”

“I’m not going.”

The refusal was resolute.

“How about Bian Chen? Was he well-behaved at kindergarten today?”

Bian Xunzhou rolled his sleeve up to his forearm, his skin pale and cold. He lowered his gaze, scanning the documents quickly, then waved his large hand and signed his name at the bottom.

Lu Zhao recalled the call he had just received from the teacher, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He stammered, “… Well… actually, it’s still…”

“...”

“You are the only fox demon in the Fox Clan who has been divinely granted the mercy of not being killed. It is your duty to break into the realm of the Divine Tribe to rescue your sisters.”

The voice from the cave grew slightly angry.

Later, Grandpa Bao heard that this was not the first time Xia Fan had left, but to meet him again, one would have to wait a long time, for he had ascended to the Xuankong Realm.

Hao Hongmei was introduced by a fellow villager to work as a room attendant at the Spring River Hotel. Because she was diligent and honest—unlike the local staff who often complained—Room Manager Zhao Bin liked her and hired her directly after just three days of trial.

Thinking of this made Mingxue furious. If it weren’t for Zitong ordering the city gate guards not to let her in, would she have needed to find some random place to fly into the city? Would she have been so unlucky as to crush the bugs of that strange old man she was trying to kill? It was simply beyond words.

The Li family was very clear about the aura of that middle-aged man just now—so overwhelming it nearly suffocated them, and he could even command three innate strong warriors to be killed in an instant.

Although the Great Xia Emperor had not been seen for a long time, no one doubted that his ruling capability had weakened. Xiahou Wei, who monitored the world, was the emperor’s vigilant eye.

The only comfort was that, having purchased in bulk, today the apothecary owner finally granted a 5% discount.

Thus, although Xia Fan failed to blast the golden-armored spirit beast away, the beast, injured, had no time to attack him, allowing Xia Fan to summon his sword and swiftly ascend into the high sky.

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“Very well then.” Xia Fan nodded, his divine consciousness stirring. The hammer that had been spinning in his palm suddenly shot forth, stretching with the wind until it was more than three hundred zhang long. Electric sparks flashed wildly along the hammer, like lightning dancing, while flames endlessly roared.

Lin Zhiqing wore a white long-sleeve shirt paired with jeans, emphasizing her long legs and exuding a youthful aura that drew many passersby’s attention.

Lying early in bed, he couldn’t fall asleep nor focus on meditation or cultivation; his mind was filled with restless, rambling thoughts.

“I’ll give it a try.” Long Ming began chanting a spell. His hands came together and apart, and a ball of flame slowly materialized. With a push, the fireball was drawn into the furnace.

Reaching the second underground level of the Tower of Forgetfulness, a purple light veil appeared at the end of the deep corridor—much larger than the veil Tang Ze had encountered before in the Blood Wasteland and Burial Grounds.

Due to demonic disturbances, most of the noble and clerical special candles had been lost, forcing them to use crude, ordinary candles and oil lamps instead. This meant more smoke, worse odors, and unstable flames.

Burning power surged beside the Dark Tower’s occupant; ripples of heat radiated outward, incinerating all the wailing souls.

Of course, when this dangerous method was proposed inside Luo’s church, most opposed it.

There was no room for debate: every member must have a Source Stone, and one extra was to be reserved for the future ninth companion.

The special-class teachers of the Academy of Elemental Spirits were furious—who dared to break into their number one secret realm?

Thinking this, a figure immediately appeared, traveling through spatial coordinates above. It was a familiar face—Gu Long.

Bai Yuling panicked slightly. If she were completely suppressed, there would be no chance to fight back; the secret realm might even be crushed.

This artifact was not ordinary—it was the Blood Sacrifice Treasure, the Jade Sand Pearl, forged when the Mu Luo family was exterminated.

Ye Xing nodded, and the two then stepped out of the villa, heading towards the plaza.

Next, Zhao Gou replaced the main gate once again, having the two of them rearrange it. Even though the house was the same, it was much warmer than before. The old lady, still recovering, stared in astonishment at everything they had done. She truly hadn’t expected such results.

At this moment, Lin Ya, still groggy from just waking, saw Li Hao heading under the bed and instinctively embraced him without thinking.

Tang Feng stood unharmed; the sword light flashed over him but took nothing.

Calm and unhurried, he crouched still where he was, observing and calculating the swift leopard’s trajectory.

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Moreover, since he dreamt of this event, it meant it posed a threat to his life. But where exactly was the danger? He felt nothing.

“I don’t care what you think. You cannot leave. Call your father or clan leader here, or I don’t know what consequences will follow.” Tu Jingtian waved his hand, and several Divine Emperors approached.

Thus, wonderful sounds echoed continuously in the room, surprising Yue Yi, who had just arrived at the door. She hadn’t expected her senior sister to be with Tang Feng.

Hu Jing didn’t speak a word the entire time; instead, she looked at the middle-aged man with pity. That one look made his heart pound wildly.

The old blacksmith seemed to see through his plan and said boredly, “I only have the best. Three gold coins for a sword shell. If you want to order the blade too, add twelve more.”

“Bang…” “Boom!” With these sounds, Yue Qingfeng’s body trembled slightly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. As for that vampire duke—God bless him—half his body had been completely blasted to pieces by Yue Qingfeng! Even his waist had vanished.

“Then, may we meet Lin Fei’er?” Hua Qingyi hurriedly asked.

For a moment, a murderous aura burst from his body, transforming into streaks of eerie blue light swirling rapidly around “He Xi,” exuding a sinister evil.

“Where… where did you learn all this?” Calder’s story was so convincing that Aier found it incredible.

“There’s a certain fragrance and arrogance about those from the Dark Star Gate. But you only notice it after spending time with them.”

A fourth-level sorcerer marks the dividing line; only beyond this level is one considered a true sorcerer. So, the fourth level is crucial.

The sky was beautiful. Aixianger gazed upward, suddenly longing to fly freely in the sky—such freedom seemed reserved only for birds.

Wuming’s eyes sparkled like pearls, piercing into Xiaofeng’s heart, leaving an indelible mark.

The elders’ actions were repeatedly denied as unrelated to him. Each one expressed heartfelt sincerity. Melissa disliked this very much, but integration was still necessary.