Volume One, Chapter 95: Breaking the Engagement

An Xin was startled by the sound of his own scream. He hurriedly clapped a hand over his mouth and looked around nervously, fearing that the noise might draw the Ho family’s attention. Enduring the searing pain, he pulled each thumbtack from the sole of his foot one by one. Whoever had scattered so many nails behind this gate had better pray he never found out. Grimacing, An Xin finally removed every last one.

Robin saw the brilliant light at the center of Yang Hao’s forehead and his face filled with astonishment. He had not expected Yang Hao to possess such a treasure, and envy rose in him unbidden.

Moonlight shines between the pines; clear springs flow over the stones. Have you always longed to wander alone through a quiet pine forest on a moonlit night, with the tinkling water as the melody of your heart, and with poetry and painting pausing time itself for you in that moment?

In the midst of his reverie, someone in the dueling hall spoke again. The silence was instantly broken, and the hall burst once more into noisy discussion.

Countless voices echoed the words of the Ghost King, turning the surrounding space into a haunt of spirits and sinister murmurs; one careless moment, and one could easily fall prey.

Still, when he thought about it, dueling wit and courage with someone as clever as Huai Zhen, like walking a tightrope, seemed strangely thrilling.

The deafening clash of mystical power exploded in the sky. For an instant, heaven and earth seemed to freeze, and then the terrifying force spread outward in an utterly savage surge.

"Where did you go? I looked for you all day and couldn’t find you. I thought you had left. I made it into the outer sect." Jiang Dongyu walked over to Lu Hanyan’s side.

Hua Xiangrong’s request was something Gong Xiluo had never anticipated. He had thought she would ask him to hand over the prescription, in which case he could refuse with ease.

Dark-yellow mystical power shot forth from within Qi Xiu’s body. The long sword in his hand trembled violently, its fierce sword aura whistling out as it vanished from his grasp. In the next instant, a dark-yellow mountain peak materialized in midair.

Human beings are, after all, only animals. And for living creatures, survival comes first; before that, gentlemanly conduct is nothing but nonsense.

Just then, more than ten figures suddenly appeared near the teleportation array that was still under construction.

Bang! The table crashed into the tavern door and shattered to pieces, while the door merely shook twice and remained completely unharmed.

Ji Mo only smiled faintly at them, giving them a confident look, and then took the bronze artifact into his hand.

As he spoke, he even leaned a little closer on purpose. Warm breath brushed over her face, and from time to time he licked his vivid red lips with his tongue, teasing Ye Hao.

"Refusing it means you want it!" Xiao Yu thought with a secret laugh. Then he walked to the balcony, sprang lightly upward, and jumped onto the balcony of Liu Qingqing’s room.

"But don’t worry. When the gods descend to the mortal world, their strength is greatly suppressed. They are not as terrifying as you imagine," Wu Zhiqi said.

The immense silver mist seemed to burst into flames, and within it, besides the bluish-violet power of space, streaks of purple-black lightning began to appear.

The three yellow-rank experts were destroyed with such effortless ease. Fear suddenly took root in their hearts.

Around the camp, the gazes of Xia Qianrui, Luo Bingzhu, and the others were all fixed on Yuan Shu’en and Xiao Yu.

"This dragon vein is odd," Ji Mo said instinctively. He opened his Divine Eye of Delusion-Breaking and observed the purple dragon from afar. The more he looked, the more extraordinary it seemed.

Qiu Shaoze’s existence was like a ticking bomb for the Ye family; no one knew when it might explode. If a little money could dismantle that bomb, then it would be worth it.

"Master, why should you wrong yourself for the emperor’s selfish desires?" Luo Feng stepped forward, his eyes blazing with indignation.

Tiger Head Mountain was the final barrier before Shenyang City. Guarding it were not only five thousand riflemen in ten battalions under the Shengjing General, but also the Seventeenth Infantry Division of the Russian Imperial Army, stationed there under the pretext of building a railway.