Volume One, Chapter 28: Assaulting the Lord's Domain

Blue light shimmered outside the stone pavilion. As if summoned by some unseen force, the golden dragon aura conjured by Chen Feng darted straight into the structure. Wei Fei could almost hear a mournful cry emanating from the golden aura as it thrashed about inside. Unable to resist, he stepped into the pavilion.

Logically, the Spirit Realm is inferior even to the Immortal Realm; lacking immortal energy, quality elixirs, advanced cultivation techniques, or profound Daoist insight, it should be impossible for such a powerful force to manifest here.

A "sudden whim"—a fleeting impulse—is an idiom that describes a sensation where blood rushes frantically to the heart, causing one to lose focus for a brief moment.

He stood in cold silence, watching the crowd. Not one for many words and unsure of their intentions, he simply met them with an icy, guarded gaze.

Liu Qi, meanwhile, had not heard a word the village chief said; he was completely transfixed by the graceful figure watering flowers outside the house.

For those who were constantly scrutinizing his face, searching his eyes for any sign of weakness, Jedi noticed Li Aichuan’s momentary emotional shift, which did not escape their observation.

Some served as local officials, bolstering Tong Guan’s regional influence while simultaneously lining his pockets with wealth gathered from across the land.

"Wonderful, simply wonderful!" Sun Xi could not help but clap his hands in admiration. "Guanyin bestowing a child—what an incredibly auspicious omen." He knew this was no mere illusion; Wei Fei had used his formidable spiritual power to channel a divine image, one truly imbued with the supreme blessings and willpower of the Child-Bestowing Guanyin.

At the south gate, a group of guards on duty huddled in their coats, listlessly braving the bitter cold. They grumbled and harassed the occasional citizen passing through, bored and shivering in the freezing air.

To speak of a quasi-god-level powerhouse! Even now, she found it hard to believe. Had she not witnessed Li Ran’s true prowess firsthand, she would never have accepted that anyone could bring such a high-tier unit under their command.

Yan Jingxun had slept in his clothes. He raised a hand to unbutton his shirt, but the movement tugged at the wound on his back, causing him to instantly wince and furrow his brows.

Inside a dilapidated shack, the walls offered no protection against the wind. A small fire crackled, its light pushing back the encroaching darkness to illuminate the surroundings.

"I truly had no idea that such whimsical delusions existed in this world! It seems to me you are practically begging for my husband to do something to you!" Gu Xiaoqi’s words were biting, stripping away Du Lanyue’s pretense entirely.

An Yunsha cast a glance at him, then swept her gaze across the others before unshouldering her rifle, extending her arms, and discarding the weapon.

She could no longer discern Xu Weizhou’s intentions. It seemed their marriage was beyond repair; to call them mere relatives would be generous.

The man known as "The Human Punching Bag" lowered his head to study the business card I had handed him. He whispered a soft word of thanks before tucking it into his pocket.

She continued to listen to Jun Moshen’s account, realizing that this ancient castle had only come into his possession within the last two years.

In all the time we had been married, this was the most I had ever seen my wife cry. I had never witnessed her in such profound sorrow.

Because of Gu Xiaoqi, the social circle underwent a complete reshuffling; some rose to fame overnight, while others were cast down from their pedestals.

Over the past few days, the frequent unexpected actions of their opponents had delayed their search for supply points indefinitely—a grave error on Gao Ye’s part.

Li Tuobei and Zhu Youning walked behind Zhu Huating, trading winks and making faces at each other from an angle where no one else could see.

Who would have thought the cold, stern youth would strike with lightning speed, felling all four guards in a single breath, leaving them clutching their stomachs, arms, and legs, wailing in agony.

"Take your disciples and leave, O'Brien," Ke Lin said, glancing at the distant Sanctuary powerhouses drawn by the fading radiance of the "Five-Finger Mountain."

"Does the General not know that the Huai River does not enter the sea through a single mouth?" Since Wu Shen made such a suggestion, he was clearly certain of his victory.

Here, one could watch replays of official matches to pass the time, or use points to purchase virtual food and furniture, reclining in comfort to enjoy the experience.

"Meow-meow, what are you doing? I asked where you are, answer me!" Qian Xing was momentarily stunned, wondering why a cat’s meow was coming from the other end of the phone.

Chu Yun, still wearing his mask, was unconcerned by the toxic gases in the air. Just as he prepared to leave, he caught sight of the other prisoners in the dungeon.

Wang Ao adamantly refused to admit that Xianyang had fallen; in any case, it was a matter occurring thousands of miles away, and the Qi people were not present to witness it. Tian Ji did not argue; he sought a victory in morale, and besides, the high-ranking ministers at court would surely give the Qin envoy a difficult time.

"Even if we surrender to Qin, the King of Qin will not treat the people well." Xiong Jing disagreed with Tian He’s perspective, though he no longer spoke with the same righteous conviction as before.

Su Ruibai looked at her smiling face, feeling an inexplicable sense of bitterness and melancholy, yet he did not wish to bring it up again. Under the passage of time, all scars eventually fade. The process is painful, but it is better than constantly tearing them open.

Xiao Ran had learned these dishes from a chef during his time in the military. He hadn't cooked them in years, so he wanted to test his skills. To his surprise, despite the years of rust, his hands still retained the technique.

Gele Changping did not seem surprised. With his heart turned to ash, he watched silently as Zuoyi approached. She stopped a meter away, and only then did he see the blood on his face from his "gluttonous" feast, and the stench of carnage radiating from him. She nearly retched, unable to stem the flow of her tears.

"This King promises you! After you die, I shall show mercy to your family and your sect! Xie Tingfeng, go to your death in peace! Dragon Slaughter!" Elisa shouted, and the eight Emperor-level dragons before the carriage roared in unison, shaking the very heavens. With bared fangs and claws, they lunged viciously at Xie Tingfeng.

"Ninth Prince, this servant has a way to make the cricket come out." Siyue’s voice was as soothing as weeping willows by a pond, calm and unruffled.

"In that case, I shall take your life first! Sword Intent Manifestation!" Qin Shengsha appeared, slashing a blade toward Xie Tingfeng.

Struggling to open his eyes, he realized he was bathed in fire, his entire body consumed by searing flames.