Volume One, Chapter 119: Su Ningxia Offers a Solution

That surge of jealousy grew stronger, threatening to drown Su Tingxue entirely. She took a deep breath and said, “Brother Qin, I understand your intentions, but can you really bear to see Sister never meet her birth parents and younger brother for the rest of her life?”

“She will definitely regret it in the future.”

“They’ve already met,” Qin Zhaochuan replied. “What more is there for you to say?”

“Houde, is the technique that bird just used the Five Elements Burrowing Method? Does it originate from Kunlun?” Watching the bird disappear into the distance, Wukong suddenly remembered the scene Houde once described to him, where the Queen Mother of the West and Xing Tian dueled with their magical arts.

A surge of internal energy flooded through Fu Can’s body; his eyes suddenly gleamed with two streaks of violet light, sweeping across the entire room. His pupils then contracted sharply.

As his words fell, an elegant and striking man slowly stepped out from behind the glass chamber. The spotlight illuminated half his form; in that moment, he seemed half angel, half demon.

Yet Fu Can greatly admired her. Born unable to cultivate inner strength, he had suffered endless humiliation and scorn, feeling unworthy of his master’s teachings and unable to bear his inner anguish. As for Chu Luo’er, from a prodigy in cultivation, peerless among her generation, to being struck by a strange illness and losing all her inner strength—such a dramatic fall, one could only imagine the pain in her heart.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a roar, laden with complex emotions, suddenly echoed from the foot of the mountain. Though distant, it seemed to transcend the ages, unstoppable, resonating clearly in her ears.

“Face the hurricane!” Beicang Hai gathered all his power in his hands and brought it slashing down from above.

Lying helpless on the ground, Li Tiayou could distinctly feel the tremendous change in his strength. At this moment, if he were to face an opponent on the level of the gray-robed elders, he was confident he could easily drive them back.

“The Wind of Immortality, the Wind of Immortality, the Wind of Immortality…” Hey! Wukong had unconsciously emphasized the phrase, and his words echoed endlessly within the cave.

There were lights ahead, a sign of people. But the presence of people didn’t necessarily mean it was a Japanese encampment. Even if it was, they couldn’t be certain it was the target for tonight’s attack, so Yan Xingwang decided to scout ahead himself.

Chen Long gathered his aura into a single thrust, aiming straight for Lin Luo’s heart. The iron sword split the sky, unleashing a thunderous roar. The sound grew nearer and nearer, so overwhelming that simply hearing it made one feel the urge to retreat.

Some people cast strange looks his way, their eyes full of doubt—what nonsense was this man spouting?

At this moment, Wang Zhe hurriedly halted his steps, calmly facing the imposing black giant before him, who stood at least two and a half meters tall.

Elder Fu Ye was quite cordial. Wei Long knew this elder was already aware of his intentions to vie for the position of Hall Master of the Rainbow Transmission Hall, and was happy to support him.

With a muffled groan, the Chief of Laiyang Branch instinctively raised his hand to clutch his throat, but before it could reach, a line of blood burst open. As fresh blood sprayed forth, a massive head soared into the sky, rising several meters above the ground.

“An Meimei, before, in order to frame me, you deliberately threw yourself down the steps, and then tried to ruin my reputation by seeking out other men.”

Shangguan Yan also looked westward. Seeing that the sun had nearly set, she nodded, broke off some dead branches from a withered poplar, and lit a campfire. The two of them sat beside the flames, sipping wine and chewing on dry rations. Amid the vast desert, there was a charm all its own.

When Bei Feng tumbled to Shi Dazhuang’s feet, he simply kicked him away with a colossal force weighing tens of thousands of pounds—enough to crush any savage beast. No matter how strong Bei Feng was, he couldn’t withstand it. With a crack, more bones broke, his mouth twitched, and blood and sweat streamed together.

Although this was our first real conversation, now that the ice was broken, future communication would be easier. Even if, this time, I was merely asking questions and Weiwei was replying with nods and shakes of her head, there would surely be more to come.