Volume 1, Chapter 26: You Scared the Life Out of Me, You’re Not a Police Officer

It was the kind of dangerous gaze belonging to someone whose addiction was about to flare up. In the bar, while other men were either admiring beautiful women or drinking, his eyes kept darting toward the entrance and the booth seating, showing no interest in the liquor on his table.

Ye Lin walked over, carrying his bottle. With a heavy thud, he slammed the bottle onto the man's table. He sat down directly, pulled off his sunglasses, and asked calmly, "Here to buy?"

The man was gaunt with deep-set eye sockets, his nose twitching incessantly; he was clearly a junkie. Ye Lin had found his mark. Startled by the sudden appearance of Ye Lin and caught off guard by the question, the man blurted out, "Yeah."

***

Having cleared the six spiritual centers, his mental power had surged significantly, allowing him to perceive every slightest movement within a five-hundred-meter radius. Huang She had hoped to return before Fankou was breached, but to his surprise, the enemy had already broken through the obstacles before he could make it back.

Previously, the Camp of Trapped Warriors had rendered outstanding service, receiving substantial promotions in both military rank and benefits, rivaling the likes of Lu Bu and Huang Zhong.

The three opponents each had sixty or seventy acupoints opened, possessing formidable martial arts skills. By江湖 standards, they were experts. Coupled with their endless supply of insidious tricks—poisonous water, nets, hidden weapons—and the formation flags they used to conceal their presence, it was no wonder they felt confident enough to hunt down Yang San.

However, he was not yet strong enough to kill Lin Zhongyuan in public and remain unscathed. Since that was the case, there was no point in continuing. If the Empress Dowager could be saved, he would save her; if not, he would avenge her. She wasn't exactly a great beauty anyway. Coming to Yangzhou had yielded more wealth than he had earned in the previous six months, though he owed that to his connection with Lin Ruhai.

A century ago, the first Transcendent Master was born; fifty years ago, the first Peerless Grandmaster emerged.

Just as everyone was excited about the selection of Lucian, Guan Zeyuan suddenly noticed a problem. Waving aside the flickering starlight, Jianghu traveled upstream, and at the end of the river of time, he saw an hourglass that was about to run out.

***

"You go on; I'll find a way," Shi Kai said, pulling Mingyue toward a dog hole in the courtyard wall.

That evening, after Sun Yuchen returned to his rented apartment, he sat in front of his computer, staring at the collection of pornographic images and videos he had gathered.

Cui Min’s face grew hot and flushed, but her dark eyes shone with a piercing brightness, emitting a challenging flame. She looked at him solemnly, as if scrutinizing him, her gaze filled with a mix of contempt, pity, and admiration. She had finally come to regard him as an opponent.

She screamed and her grip loosened. Seizing the opportunity, I pushed her knife away, rolled on the ground, and scrambled to the side.

At the mouth of the valley was a forest. Passing through it, one reached a valley devoid of tall trees, filled instead with flowers and grasses. Yet, two massive stone flowers stood there, with the characters "Dream" and "Illusion" carved into their centers, forming the word "Fantasy."

The morning sun was bright and golden; the sky was as clear as if washed by water, and white clouds floated above, beautiful and dreamlike.

Qian Chuan suppressed his anger and glanced at Liu Wushuang. All three parties were competitors; this three-way standoff had happened more than once.

The big-bellied man took out money and gave me two hundred yuan. I squinted, keeping my hand extended. He painfully coughed up another five hundred, then refused to give any more.

"If I recall correctly, Xiang’er, you’ve been with Third Sister for nine years now," Jiang Yunyao said with a smile that made Xiang’er swallow hard.

Finally, they saw the divine weapon. It was a weapon once used by that deity—a creation beyond holy artifacts, belonging to the realm of divine artifacts.

No one cheered; no one dared even to breathe. The entire Liuyun Palace fell into a deathly silence, as if Su Chenyang had taken away not just Lin Haotian, but all things in the world.

Following the momentum of the black chain, Chu Yuan landed on Shui Xianghan’s back. Shui Xianghan was not short, and since Chu Yuan was only fifteen or sixteen and still growing, they were nearly the same height.

Hearing Qingbao’s concerns, Fang Qingyue smiled triumphantly: "Don't worry, I’ve already handled most of it." She then proceeded to tell Qingbao about the plans she had been laying for over a year.

The archer finally felt relieved. After the group huddled to discuss, two of them hurried down from the high platform.

Chu Yuan broke out in a cold sweat, thinking himself lucky, and developed a deep wariness and curiosity toward this completely ruined ancient city.

The crowd was stunned to hear that Ye Feng, a mere third-stage Condensation Realm cultivator, actually wanted to duel Pan Heteng of the Body Condensation Realm within three months. It was like an egg striking a stone.

However, the morning training at the Wenzhan Hall was about to begin. Chu Yuan had no time to think; he quickly turned off the battle-power lamp, tidied up, and ran toward the training square.

Starting with a sigh and ending with a sigh, Qingyue clearly felt that Ouyang Susu was intentionally misleading her, telling her that Magistrate Ouyang no longer had the power to return to the yamen, urging her to give up hope.

***

More and more people began to believe that this mark originally meant "sun," which was why it was so widespread. Everything originated from the sun; it was the only way to obtain light and energy in ancient times.

"Give it up, Wu Xi Nian! We spent an enormous amount of effort; Qilong Pine and Lan Xin almost died at the hands of the Antarctic Immortal," Ghost Language Bell said, clearly filled with resentment.

The group arrived at the boundary between the Lower and Upper Villages, where several large tiled houses stood. A ten-foot-tall thatched shed nearby was brewing alcohol, and the fragrance of the liquor drifted from there.

Seeing Jin Shiyi catch his thirteen life-saving hidden weapons so easily, the old man broke into a cold sweat. This guy was too powerful; his internal energy clearly surpassed the second meridian. The five of them would not be able to hold him off.

As if remembering something, Su Yuan opened his mouth to ask a question, but suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

Liang Shujin walked away, and Fu Hancheng finally looked up. Vice Minister of Revenue Yuan Fangzhan walked over. The two were about the same age and had served in the court together for many years, belonging to the same faction. Naturally, they discussed matters together whenever they could.

But that was fine, too. If her condition continued to worsen, perhaps things would be easier for him.

However, upon leaving the building, he discovered an extra car and someone waiting specifically for him.

Xia Yang and Ye Shang exchanged glances. Since they had run into her, they really should go over and greet her, especially since she had helped provide equipment for Ye Shang when he returned from Xihang last time.

Listening intently, Nuosha sat up straight, staring fixedly at Zhu Moran, yet seeming to look even further away. It was as if someone stood there smiling, saying thank you to her in a soft, clear voice.

Suddenly, an aura of tyranny filled the entire living room. The intimacy between Lady Cui and Ruojie ceased immediately.

At that moment, the coffin nail in Su Yuan’s hand successfully pierced through the target, even pinning it to the coffin below.

Lu Zhishen immediately snapped out of it, quickly pulled the Thunder-shaker out of the pit, stood up, and threw it into the distance.

Those ancient cultivation treasures that survived the World-Ending War, eroded by millions of years, no longer possessed their original power, yet they were still far superior to the magic treasures used by the cultivators of the Wind and Rain Continent.

With the place where the blood infant had disappeared as the center, a large black net instantly shrouded an area of nearly a hundred zhang.

Because, by creating a world within a painting, one was, in another sense, acting as a Creator.