Chapter 18

Oppression and despair slowly took root in Lu Yu’s heart, yet the faith and vows within him compelled him to persevere without ever giving up. Even if his spirit turned to ashes, he would never surrender—whether one year, two years, five, ten, or twenty, he would never relinquish hope.

“It was I who said it—tomorrow will be a good day,” the senior from the East murmured softly. I nodded, naturally harboring no objection to his words.

If a cultivator kills recklessly without provocation, how is he any different from a demon cultivator?

“We’re home, we’re home!” Lin Gong murmured excitedly, barely containing his thrill.

Murong Detao laughed heartily, gazing at Tuo Ba Jie as he circled within the formation, unable to break free. Likewise, Tuo Ba Xue, He Liang, and Situ Yun found themselves trapped in the same predicament.

“Junior brother, please, for your senior sister’s sake, stop fighting,” Jintong pleaded desperately, as the situation grew increasingly unfavorable for the two of them.

Ascending to the second-floor bathroom, Wang Chen had yet to remove his clothes when his phone rang. The caller ID revealed it was Zhen Fei.

After all, no one had come to see her these past days. She opened the door and said, “It’s you!” before inviting Dabu Shuiyun inside.

That left only one remaining option: to sleep in the tent. Though that meant sharing it with a boy.

Zhalak had upgraded Wang Chen’s title to “Master,” a testament to the respect he held for him. Truth be told, hearing those words made Wang Chen somewhat flattered—the son of the chieftain and a great tycoon himself, calling him “Master” was a considerable honor.

Ye Mo was unwilling to see Ying Di suffer, so he casually brewed a few bowls of tonic for him. If he wished for Ying Di’s recovery, he would naturally provide the appropriate medicine.

Having been mocked like a fool for half a day, Li Sandou’s heart was filled with pent-up anger.

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Lin Shan let out a low growl, and the two figures launched themselves forward like wildcats, charging into Villa Number One.

Lin Ruofeng grinned broadly, barely able to contain his anticipation for the stone tablet held by King Kui Niu.

One by one, the figures arrived above the Beast King’s territory, then, as if by tacit agreement, halted and descended just outside its boundaries.

As she spoke, she cast a sly smile at Shen Xining before darting forward to grab her arm.

Li Sandou crouched in the grass, keeping a close eye on the herbs, waiting quietly for their arrival, never missing a single abnormal movement.

Just as Old Yu was about to call the police, Zheng Shao returned. It was unclear why he came back—was it to make the payment?

The vermilion bird was a netherworldly beast that feasted on human brains. Many in the sect believed Luoxuanxuan was doomed this time, but to everyone’s surprise, seven days later he returned unscathed to the Purple Qi Sect, his cultivation greatly enhanced. Within a year, he defeated several mid-stage Body Refining disciples and was promoted from steward to deputy steward.

“Nowadays, the mortal world may be prosperous, but it has long lost its humanity, justice, and thousands of years of tradition. According to the underworld’s doctrine, ‘leniency with strict laws, governance for the people’ is the true path.”

Feeling the trembling of the earth beneath him, Wang Zhiran gripped his long sword tightly as he watched countless green-scaled creatures surge toward him over the hills and fields.

That man was none other than Wu Shaobai, whom Bai Shu had not seen for a long time. Since the day they were summoned by the sect master, Bai Shu had neither seen nor heard any news of him.

Hearing the figure one hundred million, Jade Concubine’s hand stiffened momentarily, but she smiled faintly, thinking, who would be so foolish as to bet such a sum? Even if someone were to pay, who could undress the young master?

Though the old lady spoke thus, Jiang Zhuofang, out of filial piety, accepted the soup. It was brewed by Xuanyuan Ting, but Aunt Lan, seeing that everyone wasn’t keen on drinking it, hadn’t served it to the others.

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In groups like Long Group from Jinghai, countless members were students infiltrated by the academy. Not to mention Yanjing, which was the stronghold of the Qilin Society. With the society’s influence, it would be no great feat to replace all the Long Group’s members there with their own people.

A chill crept into Bai Shu’s heart. If the Otherworld Cultivators truly were such a vast and hierarchically strict organization, then undoubtedly, those hidden in the shadows could, at any moment, ruthlessly slaughter members of the Four Factions, just as they had slain the Sword Sect’s prodigy.

Xie Mu was unclear on the principles of this device and had never used it, but he had seen Dong Lin use it numerous times, producing all manner of wondrous things from within.

“Indeed, although Qiandao Lake appears to be a no-man’s land on the surface, it is actually dominated by three major factions,” Liu Xinlan remarked again.

These three items had somehow been left behind here. Even the current Heavenly Emperor Fuxi had never touched them.

In an instant, Xiao Yan’s gaze toward Dongfang Yuechen shifted. The immortal’s cultivation was extraordinarily profound and unfathomable.

Jiang Huo opened her mouth, her heart overflowing with unspoken words for Leng Baixu, but when it came time to speak, she found herself unable to utter a sound.

Over the following days, Wang Zheng rented a modest office in Broadcast Road No. 100 to serve as the temporary headquarters for Zheng Fei Star Great Films. Aside from a few administrative staff, the new company consisted only of him and the three shareholders without equity: Da Fei, Zhou Xingchi, and Liang Chaowei.