Volume One, Chapter 63: Joining Forces

Guo Yi despised those who aided evil, believing the only way to deal with such people was through a lesson delivered by his fists. For them, the world of cultivation was far too distant; their sole ambition was simply to live their lives in peace. Though her heart was filled with shock, years of combat forced her to calm herself, and she quickly turned to scan the surrounding Demon-Slaying Warriors.

“This… this…” Hua Long was stunned. Upon closer inspection of the specter lying on the ground, he saw electric sparks flickering within its soul, relentlessly devouring the spirit of the specter.

Xia Lan closed her eyes, quietly awaiting the arrival of death, but a mocking voice suddenly rang out.

After the ancient battle, the other three fiends were slain by the Yellow Emperor. Only Chaos, a remnant of primordial spiritual energy from the dawn of heaven and earth, could not be killed. In the end, it was divided into nine fragments and sealed in various regions of China.

“A glimmer of light pierces the abyss, divinity endures and shatters the demonic depths!” Chen Guangrui chanted a strange incantation, pressing a finger to Mo Xuan’s brow.

Yan Tianqi had shown him kindness, and the two could be considered friends. If he were addressed as ‘sir,’ it would feel somewhat inappropriate.

Chen Guangrui, swayed by his demonic nature, did not persist with the topic, allowing Mo Ye to be spared. He neither affirmed nor denied Mo Ye’s words, signaling tacit acceptance.

She could not blame Ming Hanfeng for everything that had happened between them, yet she found it impossible to completely let go.

Murong Qingran gazed steadily at Lang Xiaoyue. Was he seeking to rekindle their old relationship? If that was truly his intent, how should she respond?

Qianxun was usually reserved and quiet, but whenever it concerned Cang Jiuyao, he lost his composure. He was fiercely protective of Cang Jiuyao, to an extraordinary degree.

“But when the time comes, you must keep your lips sealed. Don’t give yourself away.” Zhao Ziwei was still worried about the matter and reminded her once more.

Thinking of this, Liu Bei looked resentfully at Wang Yao and Cao Cao, who were poised for action in the arena. At that moment, only four words could describe his feelings.

Zhao Yongqiang had been secretly keeping an eye on Zhang Mingyu’s movements, but was pulled aside by Lin Zhengbiao for a conversation. When the talk ended, he discovered Zhang Mingyu had already left, and he had no idea when it happened.

Those present called in friends, and even those who hadn’t originally come to Shuiyue Manor rushed over in shock.

Suddenly, I felt utterly powerless and helpless. I had already implicated so many people—must I drag my last relatives into this bloody turmoil of the martial world as well? In despair, I looked to Sterling, hoping to hear something favorable for me from his lips.

Of course, these worries did not trouble Wang Yao for long, as all of his attention was already fixed on the man in the long robe.

Lu Can had no idea what impact his reward policy, equal pay for equal work, had on the Yang family guards and the Arda Khan guards when he distributed rewards for the treasure hunt of the Eighteenth Division according to the Lu family standard.

“Hehehe! Uncle Kui, you acted under duress, didn’t you?” Ye Feng cared little for the formulas of the so-called Spirit-Communing Powder or Blood-Congealing Divine Resin. What mattered most?

Through long candlelit discussions with Gongsun Yu and Gongsun Mao, Chu Nan finally understood the inner workings and structure of the Nine Dragons Society.

A beer bottle was smashed hard against Zhao Jie’s head, and blood immediately streamed down his forehead.

After testing the magic’s effects, Ye Feng sat cross-legged once again on the stone bed, took another Spirit-Gathering Pill, and began refining its energy for cultivation.

“You’re nothing more than a passing amusement for Gu Chaoxi—do you really need to risk everything in a moment of anger and throw yourself into the fire? Isn’t tonight’s incident proof enough of his sinister intentions?”

“I won’t make any boring bets with you!” Chu Nan smiled and rolled his eyes at him. This fellow acted so familiar, as if they were already confidants who talked about everything.

Having spent time with Han Ning’s mother, Old Stick, and others, Yang Jiekai gradually felt the warmth of ordinary people and grew increasingly guilty toward Han Ning.

Their relationship was not close enough for such intimate matters; she simply couldn’t bring herself to speak about it.

Li Yi didn’t know why they put their guns down, but he was glad to see it. After all, no one likes a gun pointed at them—if a shot accidentally went off, it would be a matter of life and death.

Luo Hengliang poured water for them. Father Lin and Luo Hengliang were old friends; upon meeting, they launched into endless conversation.

The Oates Company’s cocktail party drew to a calm and relaxed close, without any surprises.

This place was buried with countless rare treasures, divine weapons of ancient heroes, and secret cultivation methods. Adventurers flocked to explore it; some returned laden with riches, but most met their end within.

Ni Juncai kept thirty million on hand, intending to use it to drive up the stock price. Now, with sufficient leverage, he planned to stop selling next week and begin slowly raising prices.

He Ming hid behind a cashier’s counter when the shots rang out. After all, unlike in real life, being hit by a stray bullet here wouldn’t be fun.

How could those two words sound so awkward—especially when spoken between two men?

Zhang Tiansong scanned the room, this time without using spiritual sense, relying only on his perception of aura and his eyes. He nodded inwardly; these free cultivators’ abilities matched his earlier assessment.

Upon hearing Moonshadow Maple’s words, Kim Taeyeon immediately adopted a bold, all-or-nothing attitude, making Moonshadow Maple’s lips curl into a faint smile.

“Look at this! The time marked on the sheet music—it’s four in the morning! That means my brother finished writing this song at four! I bet you were still sound asleep then!” Holding up several pages, Jung Sooyeon remarked coolly.

“Hahaha…” When Li Zhonghe finished reciting a poem brimming with passion and reason, Shi Huaien suddenly burst into laughter.

“He took your fortune—it’s only right he compensates you. As for what fortune was taken, once you leave the mountain, you will understand.” The old man spoke frankly, concealing only some of the truth.