Volume One, Chapter 103: Bargaining with a Tiger
He reached out to grip its neck, took down the book, and lifted the cover towards the light source. Through the glow, he could vaguely make out irregular shapes within the cover. But once he withdrew it from the light, he could only see the dirt-colored surface of the book's binding. Was there another layer inside?
"That’s not an issue. I’ll just have the family’s consortium randomly assign someone to support you," Roberts said.
"Alright, I’ll go to Mount Changbai with you." I agreed to go with Old Ghost and the others, suppressing my original intention. The strange corridor where Dan Ying and I had faced death as children would have to wait; perhaps there truly was no living soul waiting for me there.
Compared to below, this place was dim and subdued, which made it feel much more tranquil and comfortable. The circular space was neither large nor tall, but along the stone walls, eight wooden boxes, each about two feet square, had been placed.
Xu Qingmo’s shirt was now tied around Xia Xiaotong’s waist, leaving him in only a vest on top. He quickly shed that as well, followed by his trousers. He was a bit embarrassed—after all, it was his first time modeling nude.
For people like us, surviving life-and-death battles always brings some kind of realization. There’s a reason martial artists seek out matches with other experts—because true mastery in Chinese martial arts is never achieved alone; it’s an ancient discipline deeply rooted in real combat.
"Hey, are you really from the Dragon Squad? Isn’t your group supposed to specialize in training martial arts masters?" I shouted at her.
A surge of powerful air erupted from in front of Shen Qingfo’s chair, slamming into Xu Qingmo and slowing his movements. Shen Qingfo, along with the chair, shot backward, breaking through the wall behind and vanishing into the darkness of the next room.
A sharp arrow pierced through the purple talisman, causing a sudden flash of white light. In an instant, the light vanished; the purple talisman floated to the floor, turning into an ordinary piece of talisman paper.
It had been more than half a year since I left Mount Fu. I had no idea what things were like now. I wanted to call Fei’er, but I didn’t dare.
Then, Ran Sinian recounted the dream that Yu Wen had shared with him in the land of slumber, not knowing his true identity—a dream about a tall tower, wings, and a fall.
Chou Niu’s eyes flickered. "You’re asking too much. These results took us over a decade to achieve. There’s no way we’d just hand them over."
As long as he could return to his original world, even the faintest hope was enough to make him risk everything.
The people in the private room turned pale when Young Master Ma unexpectedly drew a pistol. They all retreated. Fistfights, knives, and clubs were one thing, but a gun changed everything.
Since Azhu evolved to the Virtualization Stage, the power of Nirvana Flame Spirit had increased dramatically. Azhu’s condition was also steadily improving.
A hail of bullets battered the car door, leaving a string of bullet holes. Chen Xiang grunted as a bullet struck his leg, sending him crashing to the ground, gasping in pain.
Jiang Huairen stared blankly at Zhao Yancheng, as if meeting him for the first time, and the impression he once had was instantly erased. Meanwhile, Mei and Lan stood to the side, hiding their laughter, thoroughly unsurprised.
"Someone’s helping him," Jun Yumo Ke’s gaze swept the white-clad figure atop the mountain, inscrutable and deep. Swiftly, he dismounted and landed lightly behind Hua Feiye, his right hand gently resting on his shoulder, passing a surge of inner strength.
Now, it was as if they’d been doused with cold water, suddenly awakened to the danger they faced.
Lin Feng poked his head outside, the corpse attracting seven or eight zombies. He quickly dispatched them all.
At that moment, the six masters locked in fierce combat also ceased fighting. They descended from the sky one by one, looking at Jiang Yi with shock written all over their faces.