Volume One, Chapter Ninety-Six: Impostor

The old master of the Song family and Song Guo were both too embarrassed to speak. Seeing the look on her son’s face, Xu Qing let out a helpless sigh and could only steel herself and throw her dignity aside.

Who told her this troublemaker was her own flesh and blood?

But at that very moment, messengers from the Yuan Ding Kingdom arrived. The news stirred strange thoughts in many hearts.

Weapons are judged by starlight, talismans by sigils, medicines by testing needles, and elixirs of higher rank bear pill-veins. Plants carry a medicinal halo, and from green to blue, purple, black, white, and gold, these correspond to the five cauldrons through the ten cauldrons, forming an entire system of appraisal.

Otherwise, if a great spell were unleashed without control and others could simply dodge it at will, then a mage would be nothing but a useless class.

Mo Liu was truly frightened and hurriedly stepped back several paces. Even if, in the real world, he could crush countless ants with one hand, the ants that appeared here certainly would not be ordinary ants.

“How terrifying. If you fall from here, wouldn’t you be smashed to death? If I had to choose, I’d rather be killed by a monster.” Guan Miaotong patted her chest.

“Haaah.” Chen Ziyi exhaled and collapsed gracelessly to the ground, tossing her Nether Mist onto the floor as well; it stabbed into a rock. Her clothes were already somewhat disordered.

Setting this thought aside, Shi Qingsong began pondering the methods and incantations used to refine the Crimson Gold Spirit Pill. He searched for the incantation mentioned by Yuan Jing’er, overturned his previous assumptions, and then began to practice it on his own.

“You’re looking down on the Golden Bow Manor far too much. True, it may not compare with the Eight Kunlun Sects, but in the Western Regions it is still renowned. Moreover, my father is not only formidable in strength, his weapon-refining skills are unrivaled. How do you know he cannot do it?” Fu Yuexia said with some anger. Li Yunchen’s reaction upon hearing of the Golden Bow Manor was much colder than she had expected.

The manor lord vanished into the distance, and Ye Bai lightly exerted force toward the far horizon. Even the air above seemed to twist strangely for an instant.

A rushing wind whistled past. The broad-bladed battle saber skimmed past Zhou Yu’s face by a hair’s breadth, sending a cold sweat down his back. The sky-walking technique he had just pushed to its limit had already reached its utmost, yet the giant warrior of the troll race suddenly changed direction midway through the descending strike. Had Zhou Yu not forcefully twisted his body, that blade would have severed him at the waist.

Ming Qiao’s sudden surrender of momentum left him with nowhere to vent his fury; he could only swallow it down hard.

After Zhang Shouqing, who was on duty, finished examining him, he said it was nothing serious. The bone was in good condition; a few applications of medicine and some rest for a few days would be enough. But he must not put weight on it within three days, or it would leave a lingering injury, and if he later exerted himself suddenly, it might relapse. Mu Daidai said they were leaving on the road tomorrow, so it would be better to heal it all at once. Zhang Shouqing said then they should use the medicinal potion with added three-leaf tree leaves.

Earlier, he had not considered everything carefully enough. Chen Fan’s background seemed clear, but his recent actions had been somewhat strange, and he needed to watch a little longer.

Suddenly, a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Bright Moon Kingdom made a mistake under the pincer attack of two cultivators from the Western Town Kingdom and was struck by a magical treasure, crashing down at once. He seemed badly injured. Lin Yi also knew that this Foundation Establishment cultivator possessed many treasures; that Formation-Gathering Banner had once belonged to Xu Zhen.

Meanwhile, Ming Zhang blinked very slowly, as though the anesthetic had dulled his thoughts, but the moment he made out Ming Qiao at the side of the bed, he trembled with rage.

With bandages wrapped around his arm and ointment pasted across his face, Wang Haotian used his one good hand to slap Lü Hao hard across the face.

Watching Xia Xiangrong’s furtive manner, a trace of amusement flashed through those dark eyes.

It must be said that Cao Cao’s camp was full of talent, and his circle of advisers was formidable indeed, with no small ability.

He did not know what the emperor was thinking when he spoke those words. In his impression, although Beichen Xi sometimes rewarded and punished unfairly, over the years under his rule the Beichen Kingdom had after all remained fairly stable.