Volume One, Chapter 79: Turks? What Turks?

“Yes, Master!” The trusted aide turned and left, and the study fell silent once more.

Grand Chancellor Xiao sat in his chair, thoughts tumbling endlessly in his mind. If Li Jingheng had discovered anything, would his entire plan not be ruined?

The Imperial Palace.

Li Jingheng sat upon the dragon throne, his gaze dark and piercing as he looked at the Ninth Prince. He spoke in a cold, measured tone.

“Ninth Royal Uncle, have you been sleeping well lately?”

The Ninth Prince remained impassive at these words, his voice steady as he replied, “Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I have been sleeping reasonably well.”

Li Jingheng continued to fix him with an icy stare. “How enviable it is that you can sleep so soundly, Royal Uncle. I, on the other hand, have been plagued by unrest thanks to your machinations…”

Cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage were far more powerful than he had ever imagined. If he had known this earlier, he would have sacrificed his puppet body and second avatar to buy himself time to escape, rather than foolishly attempting to destroy that person. But now, it was too late for regrets—all that remained in his heart was a bitter smile.

The light infantry of the two legions advanced like a solid wall. Though they lacked the menacing presence of heavy infantry with their great shields and iron spears, they still exuded an unshakable aura of might. Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, the vanguard halted once again to organize and make final preparations before the assault.

Yet only the purest-blooded musk marten folk possessed the ability to transform. In recent years, such purebloods had become exceedingly rare.

“…What a headache—to think you guessed correctly.” Totori shook her head helplessly, deciding to break the seal and attempt a rescue.

“Where shall we go tomorrow?” Lin Xiaoxiao asked the other two as she popped another delicious morsel into her mouth.

But when she arrived here dressed as Sakuya, she realized just how naïve her previous thoughts were. The very air here made even Izayoi Sakuya feel a trace of dread! Still, nervous as she was, she was confident she could escape if things went awry.

Xiao Ming crouched by the front wheel of the van, panting heavily. The fierce fight with Lei Kuang had already sapped his strength, and now he faced four opponents—armed, no less. The situation was dire.

“General, please stop!” At that critical moment, a boy’s anxious voice exploded in his ear.

Eve’s dark eyes widened in shock as a stream of data flickered through them: “Impossible…”

“Father, I did not,” Zhang Yuebing answered calmly, neither servile nor arrogant—he was clearly more clear-headed than his own father.

As for the origin of the Tea Tribe—if he did not know, then so be it. It was nothing of consequence to him.

Though it was impossible to verify the legends, as scions of a venerable family, they knew that those titled as God-ranked Douluo did truly exist in this world. After all, to most people, level ninety-nine was already the limit.

“Go on, then.” Qingyuan waved his hand, unwilling to waste further effort on irrelevant matters.

Her outfit was neither the Zen High uniform nor her performance attire from earlier—it was the black combat gear issued as standard equipment to AST members. This was the magical armor humanity had created to battle Spirits, a suit that allowed Origami Tobiichi to wield her combat abilities to the fullest.

Li Mubai fully embraced the spirit of “press forward with indomitable will, never resting until the goal is achieved,” relentlessly pursuing Su Luoman and refusing to give up.

Suddenly, the jade pendant transformed into a peacock. Its tail was exceptionally long, and its wings spread wide, looking for all the world like a colorful folding screen.

He didn’t even have the courage to resist. Mo Muyang stumbled back a few steps, unable to believe what he was witnessing.

Truly, even in the days when he was shunned or bullied, Kira Yamato had never known such pain as now.

Charlotte drew a sharp breath, gazing at Austin in astonishment for a moment before nodding without further comment.

The owner of the phone shop shrugged. “Installing this kind of chip is extremely complex and expensive. If you’re not someone of importance, why would anyone bother to put one in your phone?” That single sentence shut Fang Cheng right up. When put that way, it really did make sense.

Hao Yi’s talent had an impressively domineering name and was indeed classified as a spatial ability, but it operated nothing like what he understood as spatial powers.

He no longer even had time to go bargain hunting elsewhere, let alone lure more ghosts and monsters. Bringing this rabbit back would have to suffice.

So far, no one had successfully ascended to immortality; most became wandering immortals, unable to survive the nine great tribulations, and ultimately perished into dust.

“I heard Qi Shaoyao disappeared at the wedding, so I rushed here right away.” Gao Tengyue explained patiently, his face adorned with a gentle smile.

“Is that so? And who might you be?” Sensing something amiss, Austin fixed the manager with a sharp look and questioned him.

Upon hearing that name, Mosen immediately grew upset. He waved his hand urgently, and when they still did not look his way, he became even more anxious and began to cry loudly.

When I carried Xing’er out, I noticed that the wall behind the bed seemed freshly chiseled—its surface uneven, with bits of sand still scattered on the floor.

But as a prominent streamer in the Territory Circle, Bai Yi Feifei had long since gotten used to this sort of thing. In fact, unless necessary, she barely glanced at the chat anymore. With so many people vying for her attention, even her good-natured temperament was constantly tested.

“Shh… I lied to him. The world is vast—he won’t find out so quickly,” Chu Xun whispered, making a silencing gesture.

As Xuantian Yi attacked, one of the Seraph’s feet struck him hard. Yet in the end, he was sent flying, flames bursting from his feet—he had forgotten that he was now nothing but a soul.

After all, aside from pure taijutsu users, most ninja relied on ninjutsu in battle.

The amusement park was crowded, filled with people of all ages. Of course, the elderly couldn’t handle the more thrilling rides—they were only there to accompany their grandchildren.

Then, at the faintest hum, beams of pale spiritual light shot from the minds of Chu Chen, Qiao Yu, and the others, instantly becoming visible to all.

As the sound waves hit, Ying reflexively covered her ears, but still felt the world spin and nearly lost her balance, her ears ringing with the aftershock.