Brotherhood Divided by Boundaries

Stepping into the arena once again, Lu Yunxi wore a bewildered expression, completely at a loss as to her own state of mind. She felt neither fear nor shame, nor was she saddened; instead, an overwhelming calm settled in her heart, her mind filled only with the intricate maneuvers Moonlit Song had just displayed. After all, the other was seeking solace and spreading positivity—how could she, in good conscience, interrupt that?

“Hello! My name is Luo Feng, and I’m actually the owner of this establishment, heh! I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable!” As he admitted to being the proprietor, Luo Feng scratched his head in embarrassment.

With the prowess of a seventh-rank martial master, coupled with the superior Yellow-tier sword technique he had cultivated to the fifth level—a technique renowned for its speed—he was formidable indeed.

Although Xiao Yuan believed that a team’s fighting spirit could only be honed through battle and not merely wished into existence, he saw value in Hengdao Yijian’s suggestion to seek external motivation. What truly caught his attention, however, was Hengdao Yijian’s final plea: to have Li You return to the team.

In truth, these past few days, Su Yu had noticed many people converging here—clearly, something momentous was about to take place.

The general could see how awkward this charade had become, but things had gone too far already; to persist any further would be excessive.

Lu Ming smiled, left the imperial capital of the Yunhuang Empire, soared into the sky, and in a flash disappeared toward the western horizon.

Lu Han’s voice drifted through the arena, echoing with such gravity that silence fell and only the faintest sounds of rough breathing could be heard.

Precisely because the opportunity to soak in the Celestial Emperor’s Pool was so rare, it was all the more intolerable to see the wounded occupying that precious space.

After another quarter-hour of walking, the wind whistled ever more fiercely past his ears, and Zhang Xiao began to suspect that if he proceeded much further, he might stumble upon the bottomless depths of the Nether Abyss at any moment.

On one hand, these people were only at the early stage of the Liquefaction Realm, most of them itinerant cultivators who valued their lives dearly given how hard their path had been. Moreover, having witnessed the Black Light Pavilion’s formidable methods and seen so many fellow cultivators perish before their eyes, their resolve was understandably shaken.

The day the doctor attributed Qin Yi’s delayed period to her irregular routine, Qin Zhan moved in with her, dragging his luggage along, making sure she ate and slept on time every day, and thus began their cohabitation.

This was the first thought that flashed through Lin Yu’s mind—a surge of terror instantly engulfing him.

After saying this, Xu Yan picked up Yuan Yun and, holding Yuan Xiu by the hand, strode away from Madam Jinhu. Madam Jinhu had meant to reach out and pull Xu Yan back, but Yuan Yun, cradled in Xu Yan’s arms, shot her a fierce glare that startled her into recoiling. Only after Xu Yan had walked off did Madam Jinhu start cursing Yuan Yun again.

Ji Kai and Ji Ye both looked at Ji Longjun with strange expressions, making his old face flush with embarrassment.

Sun Ru Bing insisted all this was necessary, and Xu Yan could accept that—after all, it was also a form of protection. She cooperated fully, though she weighed her own considerations carefully and would not do anything she deemed unnecessary.

The water curtain conjured by the Six Waters True Essence Array, at such close range, could not withstand the attack. The outer blue shield flickered wildly a few times before shattering with a “bang” into countless blue sparks that dissipated into the air.

One fired his gun while the other hurled grenades; together, they finally cleared out six Mistwalkers and over a hundred other lesser mist creatures.

When Zhang Qiu turned her head in confusion, Xu Xue remained perfectly still, her posture unchanged, and not a ripple disturbed her coffee.

Pei Mingyang was curious about the other three, but since Du Ziyuan hadn’t introduced them, he didn’t inquire further.

Lounging on the sofa, remote control in hand, Ye Zheng shot her a sidelong glance, his eyes as sharp as blades—though, with one eye still bruised, his attempt at menace fell rather flat.

Two weeks had passed with no news at all; Lin Wanwan grew increasingly anxious. The Zhou family now looked at her differently, wary of saying anything that might upset her—their gazes full of the concern one reserves for someone on the verge of a breakdown.

This made Lin Xuan too embarrassed to speak up. In an environment so devoted to passionate discussion, to suddenly blurt out, “I might be heading for a love triangle here, like something out of a White Album drama—what do I do?” would be asking for trouble.

The shopkeeper, too, was left dumbfounded. These matters, the old shopkeeper had taught him, but with his poor memory, he simply couldn’t recall them all.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that. Didn’t I say just now? I don’t remember anything—not even how I was born,” Wan Fengqing said.

The midfield trio—Carrick, Mascherano, and Mikel—were all youthful and energetic, their partnership brimming with vitality and defensive prowess, always ready to shield the back line.

Though they sat in a half-enclosed booth only waist-high, their exaggerated movements still risked drawing the attention of those nearby.

Halfway through his sword routine, Du Ziyuan was startled to discover that he’d inadvertently split the island beneath his feet in two.

“Whew…” After slaughtering the two, Lin Xuan’s fury abated somewhat; he panted lightly, prompting Yu Die’s suspicion. She immediately leapt off his flying sword.

“I came here to discuss this with Sect Master Mo. Originally, there was a passage to the Divine Realm in the Heavenly Palace, opened to allow divine cultivators to descend. Now that the Heavenly Palace has been destroyed, the passage is gone too.”

As for the ten-star maxed-out skill—in his previous life, ten years had passed and Shijiu had never heard of anyone succeeding.

According to the reports, Lu Jiu was gravely wounded and would surely seek a safe place to recuperate. In Huaxian City, there were few secluded spots suitable for quiet recovery, and the Zhixing Academy was among them.

Chen Mo hadn’t expected such archaic thinking to persist in the ancient martial world. He was about to speak when a sharp pain stabbed his chest, nearly causing him to collapse.

Just a few hours earlier, the evil dragon of the Bailong River had already begun stirring up trouble, yet stubbornly refused to surface from the riverbed.

Zhu Xiongying shook his head, feeling the need to intensify his support for Prince Qing—after all, economically, the vassal state was considered foreign territory.

Ripples spread across the lake as the fish struggled, but after several minutes of patient waiting and precise moves, a silver-scaled fish finally leapt from the water, and Su Qingqing deftly reeled it onto the shore.

Yet throughout this process, how many calamities and trials had to be endured to earn a place among the ascended?

With pride mingled with pain in her expression, Yun Hu Rong lifted her skirt and walked to stand before Lord Su, just about to accept her reward.