Volume One, Chapter 57: The Meeting

While everyone was present, Zhuang Fan decided to hold a brief meeting to discuss their upcoming plans together.

They had just narrowly survived the first great flood disaster, yet what awaited them next was a bitter cold spell lasting a full three months.

For example, a cultivator’s power level might be one. After opening one acupoint, it becomes two; opening another raises it to three, and so on, increasing step by step until reaching nine.

This was a classification system—there were channels for entertainment, leisure, cultivation, as well as documentaries about the Vast Star Domain, essentially informational content—all of which required spiritual resources to access.

Xiang Hao’s gaze swept across the scene, noticing that the enemy had sent twenty Divine Kings. He guessed that the three great families and the Divine Alliance had mobilized their Divine Kings in full force.

Eight years had brought many changes; the past was no longer the same. No one had ever seen his true face eight years ago, let alone what he had become after all this time.

Xiahou Yuan was, after all, a great general under Cao Cao, fiercely brave. His Slashing Moon Blade danced through the air, cutting down the soldiers of Jingzhou one after another, with no one able to stand against him.

Xiang Hao drew in a deep breath. If he could secure a place on the Sword Dao Heavenly Ranking, surely many would be willing to help him search for the Nine Nether Palace. The major powers of the Eastern Domain would have to think twice before acting against him, considering his influence.

“No brilliant strategy yet, but we can find a way to eliminate Xu He’s rear army of ten thousand. That should give Li Tong a good dose of misery,” Du Xi said with a laugh.

Having just had two lines of defense broken through, his face still stung and throbbed. Now that the opportunity had come, he was determined to restore his honor and make these people regret their actions.

Before Ye Chen could finish speaking, the entire hall fell into an eerie silence, as if time had frozen; everyone stood utterly still.

The Immortal World was no longer what it once was. Towering divine mountains now pierced the sky, and boundless divine forests stretched as far as the eye could see.

The local beer in Canglan City was actually quite unpleasant—sour, slightly astringent, and low in alcohol content—but its cheap price made it popular among the city’s lower-class citizens.

“I prefer crafting purely by hand, with unique designs,” he said. He disliked mass production, favoring the feeling of tailoring something exclusively for each customer.

She pondered, waiting for her grandfather’s condition to improve. If Ning Chuan were to make unreasonable demands, should she agree or not?

All along, I thought I was being overly sentimental. Indeed, in the end, I truly indulged in my sentimentality.

Shadows shifted on the ground as the sun passed its zenith. The grand gates of the Red Mist Courtyard suddenly burst open, and a man in his forties, round-faced and stout, dressed in yellow brocade, emerged from the courtyard. His face glowed red, his eyes shone darkly, and his footsteps were steady and powerful.

Upon seeing the passage, Li Zhengdao and Ying Wuxin both rejoiced wildly, but Lei Yan’s face turned ashen. He knew he had been tricked again—he had unwittingly helped the enemy discover a spatial passage.

A life mentor—do you know him? Ye Tian Di, the Black Emperor could confidently claim he knew every hair on Ye Fan’s body.

Her gaze locked unflinchingly on Li Yuncheng across from her. She seemed to see that the last trace of guilt in this man’s eyes had vanished without a trace.

“Go to the brothel district in the county town and find out exactly what’s going on,” Ying Wuxin ordered sharply.

Huo Yuzhui clearly hadn’t expected that Gu Ye, who had long been aimless, would become a passionate youth after a few words from Shen Funian.

There were many such benefits, countless in number, which was why martial cultivators persisted with such unwavering determination.

Gulida spoke softly, “He refuses to see you. He only asked me to help heal your wounds.” Saying this, she began arranging her healing tools.