Volume One, Chapter 42: Meeting He Bauxu Again

That night, Monk Yunkong was still keeping watch near the inn. In Ashina's room, the lights were blazing, and it seemed some serious discussion was underway.

Hidden in the shadows, Monk Yunkong strained his ears to listen to the voices within. Though he did not understand the Turkic tongue, the expressions on Ashina and his companions told him they were deliberating something of great importance.

On their journey, the two had spoken at length, including Zhang Kun’s experiences during his three years away and how he had improved his strength. After hearing this, Tang Xin came to a sudden realization: only through relentless trials and battle could one truly enhance their power.

"Fourth Brother, Miss Yang is missing. She left this letter for you," Zhou Gongyi panted as he handed the letter to Shen Jiannan.

Ran Fei felt at a loss for words, but the military authority in the city was not in his hands—only the city lord could command the troops stationed within.

Two figures who had stood here a century before had now returned to this land once more.

In the end, she admitted in a fit of anger that it was she who had taken the nude photos of Xia Xiaoxiao, which led to Lu Yanzhou’s disgust and his insistence on divorce.

Next, he heard the sound of a scuffle on the other end of the line, followed by Su Qingcheng’s cries.

Ye Chen frowned. Bai Ji truly never learns from his mistakes—he hadn’t even paid off his last debt, and now he was gambling on jade stones again?

But he was selfish. His own ancient kingdom still had so many in need of help; how could he spare a thought for other nations? So every time, he would send the money back home.

For this strike, he summoned all the spiritual energy within him. As his sword slashed out, a bolt of violet lightning coalesced into a massive dragon nearly thirty yards long, swirling and roaring around his blade.

"Your Highness, deploy the six cannons from Battery Two of the First Artillery Battalion!" Tan Sihui reminded him at that moment.

The moment the air-forbidding rune array disappeared, a vast and oppressive force swept in from outside the city—like a mountain, like a sea, blotting out the sky. As it howled past, everyone at the gates felt a suffocating pressure.

Yin Feng moved as swiftly as lightning. The speed of his Tortoise Walk technique was far beyond what Xiang Qiao and the others could match. He had his reasons for leaving them behind in the dust.

Haozi drove steadily and followed all the rules. Lane changes, turns, and stops were all done properly, and he reminded Fatty to fasten his seatbelt.

A refreshing mountain breeze carried the scent of water, sweeping away the lingering heat of early autumn that clung to both banks of the Min River.

Everyone looked up. The returning Blood Flood Dragon King had its clothing shredded and bore a bright red welt across its body. The sight of that mark made everyone shiver at the terror of that tail strike.

Behind the Deputy Palace Lord, a middle-aged man continued giving instructions. He remained bent at the waist, his face deeply hidden in shadow.

Sha Baoliang stepped out of the recording studio and saw Xie Tian’ai, Chen Chusheng, and the professional sound engineer chatting. Curious, he approached.

The five-petaled sword lotus above Yin Feng’s head slowly faded away. He opened his eyes and looked around, noticing that everyone else still sat with eyes closed, deep in meditation.

When the Azure Water Immortal Mother found herself spared from the vortex, she did not know why, but seeing Su Zheng before her—just as annoying as ever—she slapped out at him without hesitation.

Alas! Longyang walked out of the thatched hut, dejected. Had his foster father and mother left for another place together? What had caused them to go, and where had they gone? Why hadn’t they told Longyang? Did they not know how much he missed them?

The red glint faded from the giant wolf’s eyes, replaced by exhaustion and wariness, tinged with confusion. It had fought desperately to hold back the person before it, hoping the wolves behind could escape.

By the time we reached the square, it was already packed with a dense throng of people. Clearly, everyone had received the signal and knew someone had come to "steal the bride."

Not far away, two figures were locked in combat in the street—a burly, black-clad man and a tall, thin man in blue. The man in blue dodged the blue energy blasts hurled by the burly man, and when escape was impossible, he blocked them with his palms. This was the very reason Xie Tong had nearly been caught in the crossfire just moments ago.