Volume 1, Chapter 56: Fighting

Yueyue's cheeks flushed red as she generously accepted the little red flower and responded proudly, "I will keep working hard!"
Zhuangzhuang curled his lip, glaring resentfully at Qian Yueyue.
They were just two girls, yet they were making such a huge fuss out of it.
He was originally the boss of the Blossom Class. When Yueyue first arrived, he had intended to put her in her place and make her acknowledge him as the boss.
Liang Chen said this with a faint smile, wondering what kind of mood Wang Xuanming—the renowned feng shui master of the Yunnan and Guizhou regions—would be in if he knew that his meticulously arranged feng shui formation had been unraveled just like that.
Several million dragon-descended subjects gathered once more before the statue of Du Bian in the imperial palace square, then knelt down in unison, pressing their palms together in prayer.
"Right, have you heard any wind of something?" Lin Chong suddenly recalled something and said to Wang Jin.
Even given Nangong Murong's status in the world of feng shui, he might still have to ask favors of the present Liang Chen. Thus, a promise from Liang Chen could be considered an enormous matter. In a sense, the Murong family's current predicament would be effortlessly resolved. What he simply could not understand was why Liang Chen would offer such a condition.
It wasn't that he wasn't strong enough; it was simply that Lin Jie was too freakish. If that blade had deviated just a fraction of an inch just now, it wouldn't have just shaved off a patch of scalp, but half of his head.
Clearly, Xu Chuan had become his target, so he was naturally very cooperative with Xu Chuan's questions.
The boss wore a bitter, melon-like expression and stammered, "Military lord, do you have any further instructions? Please feel free to give them..." As he spoke, his legs trembled violently, and he didn't dare meet the other man's eyes at all.
Qiu Anyue could only offer a bitter, helpless smile and join in his foolish laughter—sigh, didn't he know that while others praising him was fine, praising oneself was the epitome of thick-skinned shamelessness?
On Monday, Ding Li walked into his office, took off his overcoat, hung it in the wardrobe, and sat down behind his desk, lighting a cigarette with a sense of cozy satisfaction. The first cigarette of the day was always the most flavorful.
"Purple Emperor, I heard that you fought an undefeated nine-move battle against a king-tier master. Is that true?" Qingyan asked.
Persuading this heavyweight figure—who could be said to have influenced future generations of physics—to stay behind temporarily was already a miracle in itself. If not for Tesla's encouragement and persuasion, he surely would have left long ago, because compared to Europe, this place lacked fertile ground.
The Spatial Divine Dragon and Chu Yifei were startled by this sudden, drastic change. Letting out successive shouts, they charged off in two different directions.
Even from any conceivable angle, the child was an absolute genius. Yet, compared to his father, he fell vastly, hopelessly short.
Although it broke free from the constraints of time the very next instant, that tiny, split-second pause was already enough for A-Zhai to unleash his most frantic barrage of attacks upon it.
"Forget about it then." Reki was the sole S-rank Butei in the Sniper Department. Since she disagreed, A-Zhai had no choice but to drop the idea. As for looking for other A-rank Butei? Please, this battle was extremely dangerous, and A-Zhai had no wish to drag those insufficiently skilled Butei into the water to their deaths.
It was a pity that neither the members of the Upper Xuan Sword Sect nor Ling Yun had the slightest inclination toward territorial expansion.
Having landed his strike successfully, Wuding shook his body and soared into the sky. With a single flex and illusionary shift of his form, he vanished straight into the clouds without a trace. All that remained was the battle technique unleashed by Pang Ji and the others in furious shock, which ultimately struck nothingness.
It was not just them who breathed a sigh of relief. Even Xuanyin and the others, having grasped the limitations of Ling Yun's domain, let out a collective, subtle sigh of relief.
Yet Ling Yun, who truly stood at the center of the storm, remained as calm as if nothing had happened. Every day, he simply stared at the Blood-Drinking Sword in his hands, often doing so for entire days on end, paying no heed to the outside world as though he were completely oblivious to the countless crises quietly closing in upon him.