Wooden sword

With a heart harboring some secret, unspeakable thoughts, Xin Shiyu rose the moment she heard the rooster’s crow—dawn was just brushing the horizon with pale light. She circled twice in front of the small building where Ji Ningzhao lived, found nothing amiss, but noticed some scraps of red paper scattered in the corner. Xin Shiyu concluded that everything had gone according to plan and returned home, her spirits high.

However, her excitement lasted no longer than breakfast.

At seven in the morning, in Luya Village...

“How is Senior Brother Zhiqing now?” the white-browed old monk asked hastily. He had once left Shaolin as an exchange disciple to the Esoteric Sect, not knowing that would be their last meeting.

The Xuanyuan Sword roared as it cleaved through the air, sending out arcs of golden light with thunderous force, as if heaven itself were enraged. The golden arrows were shattered into fragments under its relentless power.

As soon as he returned to Peerless City, Tang Jie immediately took out Gong Wu’s storage ring to examine its contents—inside were spirit stones, elixirs, and other cultivation resources.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Zheng Wenwen struggled, raising her voice in a feeble attempt to conceal her guilty conscience.

Tang Jie pondered for a while. He had always felt that the Golden Bell Shield and the Child’s Power shared some commonalities in cultivation, and now that he’d reached the level of Grandmaster where both arts fused Qi into force, that feeling grew ever stronger.

But she knew that her Yang Tai, kind at heart, always released gentle warmth into this cold world in the most unexpected and silent ways.

“What’s going on with you two? After interrogating for so long, you still haven’t gotten any results?” An abrupt voice called in from outside the door.

Why should my hard-earned money be handed over for free to you high-and-mighty parasites?

She noticed that when Zhuo Jinzhang looked at Hao Ruisheng, his eyes were full of deep affection and joy.

Wei Churan spoke with such calm detachment, but the earnestness in her tone left no room for doubt. The temperature in the living room seemed to plummet, as if invisible hands were clutching everyone’s throats.

Nott’s voice was hoarse with a hint of seduction, entirely ignoring Xue Wan’s orders. Seeing her like this, he only assumed she was shy.

She was an old acquaintance at Tomato TV and had even hosted her own show. If she were willing to make introductions, perhaps a path could be found.

Zhang Hao had occasionally heard a few odd calls, not unlike a cuckoo’s cry in the cornfield.

When everyone turned their gaze toward Gao Huan, they all froze in astonishment.

After listening to Lu Qiyi’s words, Zhang Yun was utterly stunned by her worldly cunning and shrewdness.

So after Zhang An left the Loyal and Brave Marquis’s residence, the other families in the capital, who had previously spared him for the sake of the Marquis, now also treated him poorly. Zhang An found himself increasingly unable to accomplish anything or make headway.

Chen Yuanyuan’s bright eyes, now glistening with tears, stared through a blurred haze at Yezi. She paid no heed to the bustle of the shop, focusing only on Yezi—on her eyes, on every breath she drew.

“No means no! And you blame me? Why didn’t you blame me when you were feeling good? Spoilsport. I’m going to sleep!” Peng Li yanked the blanket over herself, turned her back to Zhang Hao, and closed her eyes, though a smile still played at her lips.

Grief pervaded the room; everyone wept in silence, especially Wu Nan, who clung to Bai Lihua and sobbed uncontrollably.

Such is the tyranny of the lightning ability—peerless in offensive might. Perhaps only spatial abilities can rival its destructive power.

Lin Ye knew Ji Yi was right, but still felt himself a burden and was somewhat dispirited. They returned from the pier to the power plant where everything had begun. Now that the truth was out, his greatest concern was Kuromu Kui’s injuries.