Volume One, Chapter 59: A Great Mix-Up

“To do good work, one must first sharpen one’s tools.”

Terrifying. A single master was already frightening enough; a master who knew how to conceal himself was even more so. Heiye fell into deep thought. A master like that was undoubtedly a hidden threat.

After Xia Yingying left, Shouzhen had searched bitterly for her for more than a decade without success. He later entered secluded cultivation and declared that he would never appear before the public again unless his entire sect faced annihilation.

The teacher, who had just been pretending to be a highly cultivated and dignified man, was instantly enraged by Yan Bin’s words. Although he did not understand what Yan Bin meant by saying that his head had been kicked by a donkey, he could still tell that it was certainly not a compliment.

By then, the black, gleaming broadsword had already struck the blue shield. The shield merely trembled slightly, sending out a ring of ripples, yet it actually withstood the entire assault.

Huge cages stood one after another, forged from tempered steel and reinforced iron. Each bar was as thick as a man’s embrace. Even so, additional sealing formations had to be placed around the cages; otherwise, those vicious criminals of profound cultivation might very well break free.

Wu Yu nodded. Although he felt somewhat apprehensive, Yu Chen’s words that afternoon had stirred his curiosity. He still wanted to see exactly what sort of thing was causing trouble in the Zhao family graveyard.

When Lin Xuan lured the final two stone men over, a man-high opening appeared behind the place they had been blocking. The stone men had been so enormous that the entrance had been hidden from view. Now that they had moved aside, the cave was revealed in full.

Wu Yu immediately realized how serious the situation was. Sun Xiaoxi was the only person in the room. If someone suddenly broke in and tried to kill him, Sun Xiaoxi had a gun; it was impossible for the intruder to subdue her and then come over to attack him in such a short time.

As the icy voice faded, more than a dozen black-clad figures swept over at lightning speed. Forming a triangle, they surrounded Murong Wan and the others. At each corner stood a Four-Star Martial King, their eyes surging with cold killing intent as they fixed their gazes on the “prey” trapped within the encirclement.

His handsome face was framed by eyes as bright as black gemstones, yet as unfathomable as the sea. Clad in a black martial uniform, he possessed an imposing presence. The dark-green spear in his hand radiated a vast aura of energy, making his extraordinary nature even more apparent.

At that moment, if Jiurong had said even a single word—just one word would have been enough—everyone present would have believed him, whether he was right or wrong.

The only reason he had been willing to bring them along this time was to have a guide. Besides, since he was venturing alone into an unfamiliar place, it was naturally better to have someone there to receive him.

When he reached into the Cold Insect King’s body cavity once more, all three of them stared at him without blinking. Suddenly, Qing Lu shouted excitedly, “There are more! There are more!” With that, he pulled out two more cold cores.

Besides, at the time, his mind had been filled entirely with matters concerning the Su family. How could he have had room for anything else?

A blood-covered figure whose face could not be seen suddenly burst from the woods and charged toward Di Lan. No matter how brave Di Lan was, faced with such a sight, she could not help letting out a scream in that instant.

The tourists seized the final trace of beauty before the sunset returned to the palace, gazing with delight at the distant, unreachable fairy maiden while endless fantasies rose in their hearts.

She was somewhat angry now. It was not because of anything else; Zhao Chenghu had been spreading rumors recklessly outside, which was nothing less than an insult to her reputation.

Guan Jinlin summed up his experience from the seven defecting pilots, including Jushan Zhen'nan and Heta Yiixiong. Pilots were treasures of the military, and whenever there was a chance to win one over, it had to be seized.