Volume 1, Chapter 32: A Complete Reversal of Public Opinion Online

Only upon hearing this did it seem that some understanding dawned. Though a touch displeased, she still fell silent and followed him quietly toward the direction of the Misty Pavilion.

The Crown Princess Ye Qianyu pressed her lips together and lowered her gaze, sipping her wine delicately. Yet, unbeknownst to her, Crown Prince Xuanyuan Qingtian cast a sidelong glance in her direction at that very moment.

I saw Liuli weep, and my heart ached deeply. “Liuli, please don’t cry…” The words of comfort hung on my lips, yet now, as a phoenix whose cultivation had been utterly depleted, I found myself unable to utter a single word.

After the confrontation with the Black Bull, it was clear that Wang Lihong’s skills had noticeably improved.

Jingchen leapt up from the bed, “Wasn’t she fine just this morning? How could her fate now be uncertain?” But before Master Jian could speak, she grabbed him and rushed straight to the elixir cave. Both were frantic and anxious; upon descending from the cloud peak, their feet tangled, and they tumbled headlong down the mountain, leaving their clothes in complete disarray.

“You…” Benjeka’s voice suddenly rose, as if he was about to utter some bravado, but before he could, a faint violet flame, like amethyst, the karmic fire of three lifetimes, drifted onto his soul. Then, Benjeka’s piercing screams echoed once more through the silent valley.

Tonight was strangely eerie. Lying in this lake, memories of past interrogations with Sixth Senior Brother surfaced. When I discerned her feelings for Chen Yu, I had tried to deceive her with wine.

In such a state, Zhang Liang before me was also a challenge, yet under these circumstances, he regained an unprecedented calm.

When I awoke again, I found myself back in my room, lying on my own bed, covered with a soft quilt. Were it not for the throbbing headache and the aching numbness throughout my body, it would surely have been the perfect start to a day.

Only then did Wang Yun exhale in relief. That damned Cao Mengde, was he deliberately trying to disgrace me? A friend from afar must not be turned away, so Wang Yun hastily instructed his steward to invite Cao Cao into the residence.

“Yes, yes…” Wen Yushang replied bitterly, then sat far away, refusing to look back.

“I bet on whether you can break through to the eighth level of the Tempering Realm within these next couple of days,” Jiao said confidently.

The old man before me was truly a master of Tongxuan — the art of entering the Dao through martial skill. In cultivation terms, this corresponds to the Qi Refining stage.

“Does Princess Yuhan wish to become the Imperial Noble Consort?” Looking at Guan Yuhan, who was utterly enraptured and dizzy, Lan Rongyue thought bitterly, beauty can be a snare.

She had met Wu Li a few times—his expression was blank yet endearing—but in her heart, she feared he might not be willing to marry her.

“Enough. I cannot linger here any longer, lest many troubles arise.” Ji Chen ignored Cang Jie’s words and vanished into a wisp of white smoke, disappearing from sight.

This was the advantage of the Thunder Spirit—absorbing lightning to grow stronger. Without the Thunder Spirit, Chen Qi’s capture of the lightning would be futile, as it would dissipate over time without storage. With the Thunder Spirit, lightning could be gathered, becoming a formidable weapon.

Not only Yanwu was unsettled, but Su Wei too had always been so. Su Wei glanced at Yanwu and thought, if you could save them, surely, with all your sacrifices, you would. Alas, this was where I fell short of you.

“Luckily, luckily, I wasn’t at the very center of the explosion; otherwise, even I would hardly have survived.” Mu Yi felt the aftershocks of the blast surge toward him and barely managed to resist with his primal force. Truly terrifying power.

Sword Sealing Valley was no mere place named after a sword. Some dared to test their strength by embedding their swords at its highest peak. Upon entering, all magic was nullified, even flight was impossible despite having wings. One had to climb relying solely on personal strength. The sword at the summit was a symbol of supreme honor.

At last, the hairpin was perfectly fixed. Song Haohau was the first to notice her mother’s new toy. With a twist of her head, the turtle’s belly opened a seam, then closed again when she lay back down. Yet, it seemed the turtle’s neck had sprouted a new bump.

Ren Shuanghan kept the recent omens of the One-Eyed Wisdom Mirror to herself, not confiding even with the other top ten sects. Everyone anxiously searched the mountain peak repeatedly, overturning every stone and felling every tree, yet found nothing.

Lin’s mother, who had once held reservations about Pei Hanting, was left speechless upon learning the situation.

It was obvious—every noble family on the list would not await their doom passively. They would fight desperately, dragging their lifelong enemies down with them.

Pei Hanting shook his head, banishing these distracting thoughts. Now was not the time to ponder such matters. He needed to understand if Lin Xinrui had other demands.

Fortunately, Pei Hanting was not unprepared. On his way here, he had considered that Lin Xinrui had traveled thousands of miles in haste; if she bore no feelings for him, she would not have come so abruptly.

Yet, even so, the Americans felt a sense of relief upon hearing the news. All summer long, they had been plotting transfers, but things never went as smoothly as they had imagined.