Chapter Forty-Eight: The Mysterious Stranger

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“Mr. Shu, if you would please come this way.” After the bodyguard spoke, he led the way ahead, his smile impeccably polite, gentle, and respectful.

“Excuse me, may I ask—is the person I’m meeting surnamed Song?” Now that the moment had come, Shu Yiming still felt a twinge of anxiety.

The other man did not reply, merely glanced back with a faint, aloof smile.

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Jiang De couldn't help but laugh and shake his head; Niu Gao’s personality was indeed not much different from how it was depicted in the original story.

Now, Zhu Ao had struck out on his own, opening a sword school in Jizhou, grandly named “Justice Sword Hall.” Yet behind the scenes, he engaged in all manner of murderous and thieving enterprises—taking money to eliminate others’ troubles.

“That’s right! We even captured their vanguard!” Niu Gao shouted boisterously, as if he feared his accomplishments might go unnoticed. The whole tent burst into laughter at his antics.

Without further delay, he transformed into a flash of lightning and shot off into the distance, covering a hundred miles in the blink of an eye.

Above and below the heavens, the divine king’s blood surged, dominating the sky—destined to carve an undefeated legend.

Among the spectators present, nearly one-eighth were Chinese, and among them, more than half wore headbands of the Chu Divine Legion—almost five or six thousand people.

“Didn’t you see? I’m off to Liao as an envoy.” In a foul mood, his words came out equally curt.

He noticed sunlight streaming down through the top of the cave. The Marquis realized this might be the exit. Without hesitation, he leapt up, grabbed a rock, and, exerting his strength, propelled himself higher, attempting to fly out through the gaping hole above.

He was relieved that apart from some loss of equipment and cultivation, there was little other damage.

Only upon reaching Foundation Establishment would one’s spiritual sense reach its zenith, extending out for a full mile. At that point, the inherent ability to multitask would emerge, allowing this spell to reveal its true power. In fact, this was the significant divide between Foundation Establishment and Qi Training.

With Shen Tianye’s current abilities, even heavenly thunder could not harm him. Still, to keep up appearances, he donned the Black Tortoise Armor after a while.

When Princess Xiangxiang awoke, she found herself no longer in the main hall, but lying beside a pool spanning several hundred square meters. Steam curled from the water, which bubbled with heat—it was a hot spring.

Here, the light of wondrous artifacts, which in the underground had illuminated or, rather, penetrated an immense area, now seemed to condense into a thick, concentrated glow.

After such a rare, momentous event, who could still focus on an exam? The sect’s talent selection did not strictly enforce time limits; every gifted disciple would get their chance to complete the test. Satisfying one’s curiosity seemed far more important now.

Long Zhijun and the rest of the Long family were secretly overjoyed. If Long Jin could befriend a cultivator as rare as Master Wei, it would be akin to forging a bond with Heavenly Master Yuan. The Long family’s power would surely rise, surpassing the other great families.

“What’s going on?” Bai He’s drowsiness vanished in an instant, and his wildly beating heart sank.

After a fierce struggle with the giant python, Ye Tianfeng suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He remembered Wuming’s anti-venom concoctions: what would happen if he fed one to this creature?

A single drop of “God-blood of the Lord of Darkness” could bestow unimaginable fortune—even a Saint King would covet it.

The world contains all things. Some supreme beings can traverse the boundaries of reincarnation, slowly awakening memories of their past lives.

In the end, Ye Li could not bring herself to refuse Xie Yihan’s request. She was simply too unskilled at turning people down. In her ten-odd years of life, she was always the one rejected, and had never learned how to reject others.