Volume One, Chapter 51: The Scent of Blood Drifted from the Library!

Duke Anguo’s gaze shifted away from the tightly closed doors and windows of the library pavilion, settling instead on the few crimson maple trees that nearly enclosed three sides of the building.

A cool breeze stirred, causing the branches and leaves to tremble, and maple leaves drifted down gently.

One such leaf floated lazily to Duke Anguo’s hand. He grasped the vividly colored maple leaf and thought to himself, indeed, it did not seem as though anyone was inside.

Upon hearing such a simple matter, the Stone Emperor cast a blank look at the Eternal Life Heavenly Venerable, saying nothing.

Yet, facing Florence, who had won four consecutive victories, Bologna’s chances of victory—even on home ground—were hardly easy.

Top prodigies like Leaf Ghost, Leaf Remnant, Supreme Dawn Moon, Su Zhong, and Dragon Feather had already reached the edge of the Bridge of Chaos. They remained in calm meditation, for the more principles of the Bridge of Chaos they discerned at this moment, the greater their chances of subsequently entering the Star Swamp.

In truth, the Yan Emperor had exerted great effort selecting generals, aiming to resolve factional issues. Yet, even at the end, these problems persisted. Thus, Murong Ze’s proposal was one the Yan Emperor agreed with.

Xiao Feng ascended the mountain to seek revenge against Murong Bo, while Murong Fu climbed to find his own father.

Amid swirling immortal aura, all the divine instruments around Zhang Baoyu absorbed it as if breathing.

His identity: A native of Taishan Juping, one of the Five Virtuous Generals of the Romance, Left General, General Who Pacifies the Distant, Marquis of Yishou Pavilion.

“Don’t mention it. Those guys got me so drunk I blacked out. In the end, they were the ones who took me back to my place,” Zhang Bei admitted without fear of mockery, exposing his own weakness.

Mortals who cultivated in the secular world, in terms of realm and combat power, were at least on par with those in the Doupo world, if not superior. Especially when tens of thousands gathered, their numbers provided a tremendous advantage. Under such circumstances, if Zhang Baoyu didn’t know how to utilize these secular cultivators, he would have to be foolish indeed.

So he hunched his back, pedaled his bicycle, and began a new round of pestering old classmates. He neither ate properly nor slept well, going at it for two consecutive days before finally collapsing on the third.

Xie Chong slept and rose at dawn, completely drained. As a guest in others’ homes, he could not show laziness, forcing himself to snatch naps during midday breaks. After two or three days, influenced by the two others, Xie Chong also adapted to early sleep and rising, his spirit much improved.

If there were intermediate Huang-rank cultivators, that would be even better. If not, the two of them could make do with junior Huang-rank ones.

Yuuko Shiina was like a powder keg about to explode, her tone extremely hostile, leaving Otoya Orimoku speechless under her sharp rebuke.

Atop the Weeping Soul Umbrella stood a blond man, blood steadily trickling from the corner of his mouth, facing the disciples of the Azure Lantern Sect.

“Need you even say? This place isn’t for you to speak. Hurry up and leave—don’t disturb me while I’m cutting vegetables. My knife doesn’t take kindly to interruptions!” Foolish Zhu brandished his knife to scare Xu Damao.

“But they want to build a public toilet beside big brother’s statue! For the Xie family, that’s no different than dumping filth on our ancestral tombs!” Xie Qingshou was stunned; the Zhu family was even more despicable than he had imagined.

From pedestrian overpasses to alleyways at the street’s end, Zhao Hu paused at every spot, meticulously observing from top to bottom before rushing onward to the next.

Otoya Orimoku feigned difficulty, but obediently tucked the wrapped paper into his chest.

Lowering his head, he pressed a kiss to her lips. Xuelian forcibly turned her head aside, while Yeshang’s lips gently caressed her fair neck.

Facing the wall, lying on the bed with a cold, emotionless voice, he tossed out that sentence.

The Yun family was somewhat sincere; otherwise, they would not have acknowledged An Yining before she registered with him.

Thus, Qi Ji paid homage to the Old Ancestor Hongjun, then left someone to guard the hall. Most important figures gathered in the courtyard outside, after which Qi Ji began to reveal the knowledge he possessed.