Volume One, Chapter 46: Going to the Bian Group

“It’s perfectly normal,” Bian Xunzhou replied, not even raising his eyes, accepting Lu Baiqian’s praise as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“But I don’t want anyone coveting what’s mine—especially not you.”

Besides, he had more important matters to attend to. There was only a single low-grade spiritual artifact here; naturally, he had no time to linger.

“Dad,” Xie Siqi cried out, tears streaming down her face as she watched Xie Zhenghe’s trembling hand scrawl on the hospital bed. She loathed Han Dong with everything in her. It was that man who had driven her father to exhaustion despite his illness. Inheritance meant nothing to her now—all she wanted was her father’s health restored.

“As for that fellow…” When Asaba was mentioned, Huiyuan’s expression flickered, an ambiguous half-smile on her face. “He should be fine, shouldn’t he? He’s not the kind to act without certainty.” As she spoke, that peculiar sensation from earlier returned unbidden, causing her to rein in her smile.

A professor? Han Dong shook his head again. Since being appointed Chief of the Binhai City Public Security Bureau, he had been invited as a visiting professor and doctoral advisor to more than a dozen top universities—Beikai University, Central University, China University of Political Science and Law, Renmin University, and others. Yet in five years, the time he’d actually spent lecturing his doctoral students added up to less than a week.

Giving the blue buff to the mage—there were generally unspoken rules about this in ranked matches. Even Diao Chan would only get the blue buff after reaching level four, when the assassin would yield it. More selfish players, like Han Xin or Zhao Yun, wouldn’t let the mage have the blue buff for the entire game.

A deafening roar of murderous energy surged, making the stone wall before him seem utterly fragile. The wall shattered under the savage assault. He could sense that someone living had recently passed through here.

Bai Yuan stepped forward abruptly, an inexplicable cold gleam flickering in his eyes, so fierce it made the ghost sob even more frantically, as though some invisible whip were lashing its soul.

The seven-colored radiance on the Dragon Blade faded, replaced by a black demonic glow that spread from within, engulfing the entire Infinite Demon Blade—once the Minglong Pendant. Suddenly, a blade-shaped arc of black light tore free from the Dragon Blade’s restraints, slashing toward the malevolent spirit.

“Feng Ling was sucked into the bronze mirror, so he didn’t even notice it happening. He thought the space inside the mirror was the real world,” Zhu Qi said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Xianglong shot the man a glance, hearing the sarcasm in his words. “This is for King Yarrow to judge, not you. Na, let’s go.” With that, he turned and strode toward the door.

The Celestial Emperor’s Palace was the shrine where the people of Liguo worshipped the Heavenly Emperor and Empress, built atop a mountain. From the very first step to the main hall, there were exactly nine hundred and ninety-nine steps. It was said that only such a journey could demonstrate true sincerity.

Sawin felt a sense of puzzlement. Why would the Mage Guild invite him for a visit? He had nothing to do with magic at all. Was this another arrangement by the Count?

For a moment, words failed him. The madman lying on the ground gave a couple of pained groans and said, “I’ll live—it’s just a broken rib.” A heaviness settled in his heart. No wonder the man had coughed blood later, yet still forced himself to drag him up.

Ophaheim greeted the gate guards, saying he was there to interrogate the black-robed mage. The soldiers had no objections—since these black-robed mages had been captured, the magicians had already interrogated them more than once.

“Where is it?” Shaoyan was visibly agitated. True Dragon Scales were beyond compare—he was prepared to offer an ancient celestial formation in exchange for them.

“I’ll go find Congzai. You stay here, and I’ll call you if anything happens,” Wang Licheng decided. He figured there was no point staying any longer and might as well try sneaking across the border into the M region as soon as possible.

Qian Cheng swung down with a powerful blow. With a resounding crash, the enemy blocking his way staggered back a step under the impact.