Volume One, Chapter 117: Trapping the Enemy

Su Tingxue asked several times in succession, but he refused to answer. In the end, the village chief said with displeasure, “Comrade Su, you’ve only just arrived in Ye’s Village, and already you’ve stirred up such trouble. Do you realize your actions are affecting the unity of our entire village? If this continues, I’ll have to request that the organization transfer you to another village!”

Su Tingxue gritted her teeth. “All of you in Ye’s Village just protect your own, and I’m just an outsider. Su Ningxia isn’t a good person at all—back in the city, she was two-timing men! Yet you keep defending her as if she’s some saint. Is she really that wonderful? You’re all falling over yourselves to worship her!”

Venomous words tumbled out of Su Tingxue’s mouth. She stood up abruptly and ran outside...

He fetched a basin of clear water, soaked a towel, and pressed it to his face. Only after a long while, when the cool water had fully soaked through, did he approach the mirror. There, he gently peeled off his false mustache and slowly dried his face. The sallow skin and scattered freckles faded away, revealing once more his handsome features.

Han Bochao and Li Xinqian left Huang Xiao, the third wheel, behind and drove their ostentatious G-Wagon to the largest parallel-import car dealership in North River City—Dragon Soars Across the World Imports.

“Honored guests, forgive me for not coming farther to greet you!” Old Master Lu, accompanied by hundreds, welcomed them grandly at the door.

These days, the Emperor Hui’s prestige among the common people had long since waned amid widespread riots. Instead, the Prince of Ying had won a great victory in the northern deserts, earning himself a growing reputation. How could they not be wary of him?

The exiled immortal of ancient martial arts visited the ten great empires in turn, forcibly seizing their national fortunes. The power of a nation’s fate does not increase cultivation or strength.

Clearly, he was supremely confident in his own abilities, believing he didn’t need to unleash his ultimate move to handle anyone else.

Shrill whistles rang in his ears. When Lu Shan entered, he didn’t immediately witness any of the terrifying scenes inside.

If not for her many reckless maneuvers, with her earlier career momentum, she would certainly have been a top international supermodel by now.

After last night’s deep conversation, Zhong Xi no longer felt so intimidated by Han Bochao; in her words there was now a trace of defiance.

As a seasoned agent in the industry, Chen Fang had been nothing but dedicated during her time representing Han Yingying. This accident could hardly be laid at her feet.

Tang Shi put away her phone and only then noticed streaks of blood on it—her palm had been pierced by several pieces of broken glass.

She now regarded the Three Yin Sect as her own power base; naturally, its territory had to be secured. Otherwise, how could she continue to manage the Dawn Base upon her return?

“This eye technique is generally practiced by cultivators to aid their spiritual senses, enhancing their ability to probe the world,” Old Fire said, taking a deep breath. But he left it at that, offering no more.

No wonder he was anxious—the present Yingkou Base was jointly governed by several factions, but none of them were legitimate rulers. To put it simply, their claim to power was unorthodox. If the nation ever turned its focus on them, they would be the first to be purged.

At that moment, whether by coincidence or not, Di Feng opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.

Yet he hesitated. This Ma Jun’s origins were unclear—did he have ulterior motives? Was he, like the others before him, just trying to control and study him in another way?

“Then... just leave it be? Since the Supreme God of Light left it in an isolated space, with no one to talk to, time will eventually bring loneliness and force it to submit to you,” another deity suggested.

If Chen Jiaxian were to disrupt the Demon Lord’s resurrection ritual again, the backlash from the formation would likely harm all the gathered demons. At that point, there would be no demon in the Myriad Demon Sect a match for Chen Jia!

Ying Lei’s sleeping posture was proper yet tinged with nonchalance and laziness. Lying in bed, the brocade quilt just covered his shoulders; his usually neat and smooth jet-black hair now lay carelessly scattered on the pillow, slightly disheveled.

“Grandmaster Uncle?” Chi Yao was momentarily confused—who was Han Ruyuan referring to as Grandmaster Uncle?

Luo Fengchen drew her closer, smiling as he leaned in, his warm breath brushing her ear and making her feel ticklish.

After he finished speaking, his eyes narrowed, emitting a sharp glint that made He Yubai shiver involuntarily.

After draining his cup, the guest pursed his lips, closed his eyes in concentration, and channeled his power into the wineglass. Suddenly, the surroundings fell silent—so silent that only the beating of a heart could be heard.

He thought Chi Yao was in trouble and was about to kick open the door, but before he could, the door swung open. Out stepped a graceful man in white, carrying a snow-white silver fox. The gentleman’s elegance was otherworldly, his white robes billowing like an immortal’s.

The Seventh Prince rejoiced—fortune born of misfortune. It was clear now: the Tiger Emperor was beginning to favor him. To be able to request things from the Tiger Emperor—what did that mean? Some resources could only be obtained from the Tiger Emperor.

In the next instant, Gu Shengge landed a precise punch. Ying Jueyang quickly blocked with his hand, just about to bolt when Gu Shengge seized his collar with a deft upward grab. Unable to tolerate any more, Gu Shengge dragged the tall Ying Jueyang back, ready to strike, but Ying Jueyang twisted skillfully, breaking free.

Hearing Tianqi’s words, Wei Zhongxian was taken aback. Blinking his bulging eyes, he felt his mind was failing him.

That corpse’s eyes suddenly snapped open, locking gazes with the spirit in the dish. In that instant, two lifeless, empty pairs of eyes met—and a chilling, penetrating coldness erupted between them.

Among the Qiang people, there were many powerful figures, but few whom he and Han Sui deemed worthy. Yao Sheng was one of those few. Ma Teng had originally planned to eliminate him in the coming war, yet upon his return, he heard this news—entirely unexpected.

Ye Feng stared at the increasingly wondrous changes within his dantian, and a phrase came to mind: From the Infinite springs the Supreme Ultimate, from the Supreme Ultimate emerge the Two Forms, from the Two Forms come the Four Images, from the Four Images arise the Eight Trigrams, and from the Eight Trigrams the universe is born.

He then sent Tan Jing to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to fetch the Academy’s recent plans for the new farm, intending to explain them to the empress and her companions.

Other: Able to learn all skills of the priest class and all pet skills. Maximum of ten pet skills; upon learning five, acquiring a new one runs a certain risk of overwriting an existing skill.

The octopus-shaped spaceship trampled about, resembling an elephant stomping on scurrying mice, relentlessly chasing Yu Sheng. Following Princess Masuya’s instructions, Yu Sheng was doing his best to keep the behemoth distracted.

After Ye Kaicheng spoke to Xu Shiyun, he completely disregarded him, chatting and laughing with Xu Shiyun as if nothing else mattered. No matter how Xu Zuoyan tried to annoy him from behind, Ye Kaicheng was determined to ignore him.