Volume One, Chapter 60: The mere thought of her cousin’s rigid and serious disposition

She, too, wished to remain so deeply in love with Mo Yuheng, to be each other’s one and only, even when their hair turned white with age—irreplaceable by anyone else.

Following the course of the Blackwater River within the spiritual domain, I made my way upstream, inspecting the banks. Seeing that the flowers, plants, earth, and stones shaped by spiritual energy remained untainted, I considered leaving this realm behind.

Striking the stone steps on the riverbank, I tumbled down with a thud, blood gushing from my mouth. I could utter not a single word more.

At this time, Bai Chun’s parents had already returned to a certain place in southern Yue the week before, to work in a factory. Moreover, her uncle Bai Hongxing had also left early for the county town to begin his job.

Yet she could do nothing about the cursed seed growing in her belly; even if she wished to rid herself of the monster inside, she could not. The creature within her shared her every breath, their fates bound together.

That old serpent spirit came knocking once again, naked this time, engaged in a so-called “heart-to-heart” with Li Qianwu inside the house.

The leader was a commander of a hundred, surnamed Cai. When Quan Hong informed him that the vagrants were causing trouble again, he assembled the soldiers at a leisure pace, thoroughly checked their weapons, and only then agreed to move out.

With such thoughts, Bucky took out Luffy’s Vivre Card. It was no longer as it was just moments ago—now, a third of the paper had already burned away.

But now, suddenly, Qiran had appeared—like a mountain looming overhead.

Nie Xixi’s arrival had, without question, instantly struck every one of them from the list of potential owners.

Gu Linxi, buttoning her coat as she walked, crossed the road in front of her home and headed straight for the academy.

There was no need to worry about stones poking up from the ground, nor concern for an uncomfortable night’s sleep.

And now he was still looking at her with those pitiful eyes. Gu Linxi, helpless, was just about to fetch him something to eat when she saw Ye Bai walk over to the fire burning on the ground.

Mu Qingge had made her preparations—if he truly dared attack, she would make sure he lost a layer of skin today, or she was not Mu Qingge.

It was well known that the wilderness of the Tianxuan Continent was fraught with danger. Even villages and towns had walls, though their strength varied.

After seeing off his second uncle, Han Yuan simply resumed his daily cultivation routine.

The shop doors slid open automatically. Outside, a dense crowd waited; clearly, many martial artists were eager to enter.

Overwhelmed by a sense of futility, Xia Yang finally decided to stay where he was. Rubbing his index finger, he suddenly realized how bare it felt—Xiye had taken the ring with her.

Mu Qingge, listening nearby, couldn’t help but sneer inwardly—she found Ye Hexuan’s hypocrisy intolerable.

The green-haired man arched an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. After all, not just anyone could appear on television—let alone such a popular program. He refused to believe that this man from Huaxia had no backing.

After that, Murong Lan’s gaze never left Qin Wan, her burning, undisguised stare making Qin Wan feel thoroughly ill at ease.

The third was the village chief, who had visited Li Shishui only once or twice since he woke and could speak. His questions, unlike the villagers’, focused on why Li Shishui had appeared there at all.

At the entrance to the silkworm chamber, Qin Han and Old Gu exchanged a glance. Compared to a few days before, both looked a little plumper.

“Isn’t it you who’s unwell? Have you summoned the imperial physician?” Yu Guangwei grew suddenly anxious for reasons he could not name, upon hearing of his discomfort.

Seeing the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual lost, and Lin Pingzhi slain by Mu Gaofeng, he feared failure loomed. Yet fate took a turn—Ouyang Quan noticed his striking resemblance to Lin Pingzhi and decided to use him as a stand-in, sneaking into Mount Hua to leverage their power in search of the Sunflower Manual.

“Husband, could you stop hunting in the mountains? I can’t bear for you to do such dangerous things,” Ruoshui pleaded.

Luo Qingtong emphasized the word “wife,” regarding An with amused eyes. As expected, the mention of those two syllables caused a great upheaval in An’s emotions.

There was no helping it—people in ancient times retired early, sleeping by eight or nine at night and rising at dawn. Her habit of getting up around eight in the morning seemed half the day wasted to their eyes.

Rong Jin’an looked uneasily at Rong Huaruo. Each had strengths and weaknesses; since Murong Lan’s last blow, ink painting had become a thorn in Rong Huaruo’s heart, clearly not her forte.

Xingye Bing spared only a glance before hurling an icy kunai at Ohnogi.

At this moment, Ling Chamei was weeping like a rain-soaked willow. Seeing the one who killed her mistress finally die, the knot in her heart unraveled at last.

He sat in the mourning hall, keeping vigil over his son’s body, rambling on about trivialities from Zheng Pucheng’s childhood and youth. Zheng Tong listened intently, occasionally prompting the family head to continue. Over the years, the head of the family had grown ever more powerful and cold, now as hard as iron.

Yet after another half an hour, dozens more were eliminated—bodies too weak, their will collapsed, they fainted and were forced out.

If one could only enter the Mountain of the Gods and grasp just one or two opportunities, it might be enough to defy destiny.