Volume One, Chapter 41: Li Chaoyang Travels Far to Shu

In the past, my use of the Sword Intent of Life was limited primarily to Entangling Grass and Clinging Trees, a method far too monotonous. Today, I intend to explore the more complex applications of this sword intent. For instance, there is the heavy-hitting style using Heaven-Piercing Giant Trees, the explosive style employing Bursting Flowers, and a myriad of other intricate techniques.

"You hide so well! Don't you dare return to the Nine Palaces!" Lu Feiyan seethed with hatred. Her fury, fueled by her cultivation, summoned towering purple lightning from the heavens, a half-step toward the Dao, swearing to turn that highway-robbing brigand into a skewered kebab.

"Setting aside our names for a moment, do you recognize Mu Qing from your Miao Voodoo lineage?" Mu Yunfeng stepped forward to ask.

"You detestable man! It is clearly you who are wicked and have led me astray!" Chen Yushan bit her lip, looking utterly mortified, her face flushed with a deep, rosy hue.

"Nonsense! What kind of place do you think this is? Do you think you can bear the consequences of harming a fellow disciple?" the old woman reprimanded.

Xue Wulin felt as though he had attained a state of complete emptiness; he wanted to think of nothing and lacked the energy to care about anything.

He offered me a calm smile. "The Demon Ancestor is truly worthy of the title to have detected my presence! I suspect the Spirit Eye you possess played a pivotal role in this!" Having spoken, his figure flickered, and he arrived before us.

The float was suddenly dragged beneath the water; clearly, another large fish had taken the bait.

She Jun’s mind raced, desperate to dissuade Ye Haochuan, but before she could utter a word, she was cut short by Ye Haochuan’s own retort.

On June 5th, the gloomy scholar Fan Chengbin continued to challenge the combined forces of Zhu Zuo and Zhu Ye from the Starry Immortal Sect. It took him fewer than five moves to display his sheer power, rendering the supposedly bizarre and unpredictable techniques of his opponents completely useless.

Unable to bear the scene before them, Su Yang and Qin Lanyue walked to the other side. There, Qin Lanyue recounted everything she knew.

However, this palace appeared to be protected by an array. Although the energy was turbulent and destroyed many objects, the structural foundation of the palace and the interiors of the rooms remained largely unscathed.

Kim Taeyeon, weary and on the verge of dozing off, was startled the next second by the sound of heavy breathing near her ear. She stood up, ready to vent her frustration, but remained strangely frozen, staring blankly ahead, a charming flush adorning her face.

Regardless, Gu Nan remained focused on this. He even organized three legendary vampires, instructing them to rotate in shifts to grind the Crescent World, following the experience gained by Sana and the others.

If the power of these Gold-Ink Insects were even slightly greater, wouldn't they be capable of devouring acquired supreme treasures? That was truly terrifying.

Enduring the roiling sensation within his body, Su Yang gritted his teeth, changed the stance of his Profound Sword, and unleashed his next strike.

"You, of the You family, you’ve been active as a shadow for quite some time now, haven't you? It seems you haven't appeared on any stage other than MBC’s Music Core. It just so happens you are about to make a comeback as part of TAN."

Li Chuyi was no fool; he avoided Qu Dongmei whenever possible, so he would have to be insane to try and trap her in his Universe Bag.

"Forget it, I’ll add them as a friend first, visit my master, and then head over," Xie Feng mused.

"Was that just a dream?" Xie Feng muttered, recalling the phantom image that had appeared in his mind a moment ago. Yet, as he remembered entering a state of sudden enlightenment and encountering ice-attribute light motes, everything in his mind became clear once more.

Lin Ling, a native of Shanghai, China, had returned from studies abroad. Her classmate was one of the top developers at Riot Games; her status was by no means insignificant.

Looking at his own bloody, mangled palm, Huang Lang widened his eyes, seemingly unable to believe what he was witnessing.

Every hidden sect, after long periods of development, had reached its current state; it was entirely possible for their numbers to exceed ten thousand, or even tens of thousands.

"Then, does the Alliance Leader know why the righteous path did not continue its assault on Demon-Sealing Mountain thirty years ago?" Feng Piaomiao shifted his line of questioning.

"If you don't want it, then don't take it! Is it really that rare? How ridiculous!" Fan Xun spread his hands helplessly. However, he remained frozen in place for a moment, his eyes flickering with light.

Those with impatient temperaments immediately transformed into rays of brilliant light, shooting toward Li Hexian, intent on taking his life and seizing his treasures.

But if he were to fly by sword, he feared it would undo all the effort spent forcing out the miasma... Besides, his disciple was easy to fool and would never overthink things. She was certainly not as cunning and treacherous as Fu Yunnuan, so she would surely see no issue at a time like this.

"Miss, those are just rumors from the outside. Hanyan and I share a true love!" Lu Zimo said, dabbing at the corner of his eye, passionately recounting the cliché story of how he and the famed courtesan met, understood each other, fell in love, and were now being blocked by the madam of the brothel.

"Ning Ruxi," Li Xin intervened, regretting his suggestion that Helan Yao go to Wu County the moment he said it.

Chen Piaopiao couldn't bear to look. Although she had witnessed death before, the death of Ace of Hearts filled her with profound sorrow.

As the words fell, the two muscular men vanished, only to reappear instantly before Li Kou. As Li Kou attempted to flee into the black mist, the two men swung their hooked chain spears, ensnaring him. Despite his desperate struggles, Li Kou could not break free; he transformed into his human form, knelt down, and wailed, waiting to be captured.

The owner responded, retrieved some pre-marinated tofu from an iron pot nearby, and tossed it into the oil with a loud hiss. A mesmerizing aroma wafted through the air, and before long, a bowl of bright red stinky tofu, garnished with green scallions, was served before Jiang Yin.