Chapter 51

They wouldn't abandon him and run away, would they? At the mere thought of such a possibility, the robber's face grew even paler.

After lunch, Ye You continued to hone his martial arts, grinding his skills over and over. With the medicinal effect of the Dragonfang Rice, Ye You felt he was just a hair’s breadth away from breaking through the boundary to the sixth rank of martial cultivation. If he could have another serving of Dragonfang Rice that evening, he could expect to advance smoothly to the sixth rank.

Injuries on the sports field were commonplace. While tripping an opponent was certainly unsportsmanlike, in Haoze’s eyes, compared to having an entire team barred from competition, it was a minor issue. Besides, it was only a bone fracture—he could still continue his professional career after a few months of rest.

“It’s like this—the person presiding over this competition is said to be your younger brother, Gao Yang!” the man explained.

Once the injury healed, those people moved out as well. Afterward, no one dared to cause trouble again; whether or not there was benefit to be gained, no one was willing to take the risk. Some even sent anonymous letters of accusation, but nothing came of it.

A martial arts master’s intent is released by consuming inner energy to emit their unique ‘wave’ into the material world, interfering with it. The weakness lies in the inner energy—when it is depleted, a martial arts master is little more than a person with formidable physical abilities.

This was no ordinary door; it was more like a battle-axe capable of cleaving a person in two. Blood seeped from the threshold—Ding Fan was dead.

Ye You was confident that the path of martial arts had been broadened for him again and again by serendipitous encounters. He was certain that his future achievements would break the limits his family had once set for him.

Hong Fen took a deep breath. The scorched blackness on the surface of his body began to peel away. Within a few breaths, he had recovered, as good as new.

The name had been translated from what the people of Azure Star called this plant, describing its features perfectly. Many seeds she couldn’t even recognize.

He truly felt undeserving of the gratitude from the Yaksha. After all, the King had used the world-destroying word of power mainly to kill their group, but who would have guessed it would implicate the entire city?

Gong Jingxuan rose slightly and sat on the swing as well, gazing at the glass bottle under the moonlit night—it was beautiful, but the smile on Bai Yiran’s face was even more stunning. He couldn’t help but be captivated for a moment.

“Father has already agreed. Now it’s just you left.” Lin Yuting pouted, clearly having anticipated his response.

With the mermaid potion and the breathing potion as cover, the true identity of the human prince was never exposed—in fact, he was blending in better and better within the city.

The Cangying Army of the Southern Will nation reported directly to the emperor. Besides defending the royal family, this force had another purpose: carrying out secret missions.

Bai Yiran called out desperately, “Papa, Mama, don’t leave me, Mama!” Trapped in a phantom’s grasp, she suddenly heard a man’s familiar voice.

A sharp crack like the snapping of a dead branch came from behind. Lu Mingfei felt as if his heart were scraped by withered twigs—an unbearable sensation.

Bai Yiran, having succeeded in her sneak attack, was immensely pleased. Seeing Gong Jingxuan’s reaction, she couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

There are ten levels of psychic talent; the higher the talent, the more advanced the techniques one can master, and the greater the results for the effort.

Running was already challenging enough, let alone having to hop and skip, complete the vaulting stage, and climb stairs, then jump rope twenty times in succession. After failing on her first attempt and having to start over, she finally passed the baton to Baby on the second try.

Here, Li Jinyu didn’t make any excuses. He was so busy that even after Wang Youde visited several times to invite him, he couldn’t spare the time.

“Master, you handle bandits too? I thought you only dealt with ghosts,” Ah Hao said, surprised.

“You don’t seem to encounter people very often,” Cheng Jinzhou said disdainfully to the round-bellied koala, doubting that sit-ups would have any effect on such a creature.

“No!” Zhi Han let out a wail, thrown to the ground by the explosive force when the alchemy furnace blew apart. She fainted on the spot.

A mountain-like aura roiled the clouds, as if an invisible giant hand had descended from the heavens, pressing down heavily on the Ming army.

A pond full of green lotuses blossomed in profusion. Shen Jiuli led her along a path of lotus flowers, at the end of which beautiful jellyfish swayed gracefully.

“So that’s how it is!” Xie Tian’en exclaimed, impressed. He had to admire Ye Xuan’s powers of observation—no detail escaped his discerning eyes.

A clear aura lingered and swayed, gradually elongating. A tall figure slowly emerged, still clad in snow-white robes, light as the breeze and clouds. The only difference was a tinge of color in his cheeks that had not been there before.

“Leave, we must leave immediately!” Several practitioners in the Qi Gathering stage hurriedly took off their packs and stuffed the animal carcasses inside.

Crash—the cup seemed pitifully fragile in the burly man’s hand. Then the middle-aged man, eyes brimming with tears, slowly raised his head to look at the child before him. He stood, gathered the child into his arms, and, crying, said, “Child, your uncle also used a gun.”

In just a short while, Yan Yun City had grown noticeably, veins bulging on its body like earthworms, twisted and terrifying. Pangu Tu looked even worse—his eyes bloodshot and bulging, fine red lines webbing his skin like demonic markings.

“All right, enough talk. We’re not far from Longyan Temple. Let’s get moving; we can talk more later. Brother Gong Bao, would you like to come with us?” Yi Yun said.

From the Chimon Basin to the front lines where the two armies clashed was a distance of at least six or seven million miles. With mountains and rivers to cross and a road perilous and long, if one traveled on foot day and night, it would take a century or more to arrive, not to mention the countless dangers that might arise along the way.

“Very well, I’ll send someone at once.” Zhu Ji opened the door, first sending word to cancel that evening’s invited guests, then instructing a trusted aide to deliver a message to the Marquis of Changyang’s residence. Only after the messenger returned did Xie Gongbao and Zhu Ji head out into the street, making their way toward the flower boat.

The leader among them had white hair and a child’s face, yet carried a great and palpable authority—clearly someone accustomed to high office.

The Bitter Realm was full of oddities. Liu Qingyi frowned; this youth’s aura was so faint, yet he showed no fear of life or death. She had seen many strange people, but rarely one so young and composed.

Shana leapt, Water-purifying Trident in hand, slicing it in a flawless blue arc, releasing an exquisite yet deadly aura as she swept the divine weapon toward Xingtian’s waist.

Upon realizing this, Xu Changsheng was somewhat relieved. So long as Lin Xi and Xu Yongcheng had not coordinated beforehand, he had nothing to worry about.