Volume One, Chapter 110: Survival in the Wild

Yusheng said nothing. Ye Jingxing’s attitude toward her had been no different for one day than the next. She rose and went to the kitchen herself to check. The porridge was still there, though it had been disturbed, which meant the young man had at least eaten some of it.

Seeing this, Zhang Ma’s heart gave a hard jolt. She hurried forward and seized one of the men by the hand.

Liang Yifei sat expressionlessly on the rostrum. He could feel the burning gazes from below stabbing into his face—anger, suspicion, fear, bewilderment.

The entire factory workforce was exhilarated. At this pace, by the end of 1992 the average wage might well surpass three hundred.

He was actually an itinerant cultivator! When had itinerant cultivators become this formidable? Xu Qing could hardly believe it, but Gu Qingyuan could not possibly be lying.

As for tax evasion and the like, though everyone was doing it, Liang Yifei had never once considered it. Two stretches in prison had been quite enough. He would never leave such an obvious loophole or handle for any future rival to seize upon.

Du Xuelian was not angry. She chatted with Chi Qiu in a manner at once distant and intimate, occasionally glancing at Qinglin, wearing an expression of considerable helplessness.

Bu Qianfan coughed once and shot Yu Xiaoyan a look, hoping she would rein in her temper, but Yu Xiaoyan ignored him outright.

As for Li Fuxian’s words, she was like an ostrich, afraid to face them, unwilling to face them. She simply buried her head in the sand, refusing to think, escaping into self-deception.

From beginning to end, Ye Zixi had never placed her thoughts on the man opposite her, Mo Yifeng, and so she had not noticed his murderously grim expression at all.

The celebration featured music, games, contests, and performances of all kinds, but halfway through, the entire venue suddenly fell silent.

The Golden Lion, Shiki, evaded it. The sword energy struck the ice sculpture behind him, and the instantly frozen mass shattered as though it had been smashed by a boulder rather than sliced by sword light.

“Use all your strength, then come and fight me,” Fang Zhennan said, taking the opening stance of the Heaven Net Palm Technique.

“Those eyes are good eyes, but the foundation is too shallow and the body too weak,” the Second Uncle remarked.

The fist of the Boxing Tyrant was indeed fearsome. Hundreds of streaks of fist force slammed into Li Changsheng’s sword phantoms, leaving his wrists numb and aching.

What surprised Li Changsheng was that the children’s training consisted of martial arts. Their instructor was still Tie Ying, though he too was no longer young and had already approached middle age. The sharp edge of his once-fierce bearing had faded, replaced by steadiness.

“Don’t be afraid.” An Yi gripped Huicao’s hand tightly and, without the slightest reservation, poured every thread of true qi and spiritual energy into her.

At that moment, a dark yellow light flashed in Tu Chengde’s eyes, and spiritual power within his body erupted.

What direction would a young hero, now beginning to rise, lead the Mount Hua Sect toward? Taking advantage of Yue Lingfeng’s marriage, people from all quarters naturally gathered together to observe this young master Yue in good and thorough measure.

For so many years, Liu Changfeng’s face had always been like this. His human-skin mask was truly made of human skin, because he liked the sensation of genuine flesh. These skins had all been taken from the bodies of the Seven Stars Gang’s enemies under the pretext of “harsh interrogation.” They had been peeled alive, ripped from living faces.

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“As long as you can save Doji Pala, we won’t short you on the money,” Zhaxi Doji said.

He had not expected that, with Mo Fan’s identity as a weaponsmith, even if he were hideously ugly, those ordinary aristocratic families would absolutely not object—in fact, they would desperately flatter him.

“Donghai, I’m hungry. I want a feast now,” Zhao Qiaozhen said, pushing Zhang Donghai. Zhang Donghai was jolted awake, and the child’s stirring ceased as well.

Liu Qing was overjoyed. Not only could she stay by her husband’s side, but since entering the sect this would also count as her first sect mission. Though it was only to deliver a letter to Mount Heng, she still packed her things with great enthusiasm.

The renowned swordsmith had used sixty jin of cold iron, repeatedly folding and hammering it so that the original impurities within the metal were gradually forced out. Through ancient secret techniques such as carburization, he further hardened the cold iron. After fifteen repeated foldings, that piece of cold iron had reached thirty-two thousand seven hundred and sixty-eight layers.

Ye Luxing watched Tong Shuang depart. Then he noticed the handkerchief that Lazai had given him in his arms. He took it out and placed it deep inside the wardrobe.

Ye Bai secretly employed his Unborn Sword Qi to wrap the thing up, then broke open his fingertip and sent out a wisp of blood sword energy, finally expelling that trace of divine power from his body.

The voice was nearly a roar. The Fire Fairy was exquisitely beautiful, but now she looked like a madwoman. She shouted, she raged; born with a seductive charm that should have been irresistible, it was now utterly useless.

But if there were another Xuan Shuang, then this matter would become entanglement between the Azure-Fate Sect and the Hundred Ghost Grotto. By then it would truly be a heap of trouble, and Xu Qijue had no wish to see that.

The three iron-blooded knights, each seasoned in tactics over many years, sprang into action at once. Like three nimble leopards, they hurled themselves into the valley mouth and, in an instant, completed the task assigned by Qian Qianyu.

“A giant of the ages?” Lin Tianxuan could not help blurting out the words. It was the first time he had ever heard this term, a secret that only high-ranking cultivators could know.

However, Zhou Quan still did not understand Zhou Yu’s style of warfare very well, and he asked with some curiosity, “What does that mean?” Zhou Quan’s reaction was only natural; in the past, whenever he gave orders, the ones receiving them would certainly comply at once and would never dare to make demands.

“My family has handed down some techniques, and my talent is just barely acceptable. This time I’m preparing to take part in the entrance grand contest held by the various sects,” Lin Tianxuan said with an expression of feigned unease.

“Good.” Seeing this, Lin Tianxuan could not help but be overjoyed. Only people like this could test his current level.

Shao Heng and Shen Yuanxi moved at the same time, wanting to stop the mechanism from closing, but the other side clearly gave them no such opportunity.

After saying that, Jun Yang’s aura surged sharply upward. At this moment, he broke through again. Though only to the level of tier three, rank three, Yisala was nevertheless stunned by his presence.

One battalion—ten thousand men. Two thousand cavalry were formed into one battalion, three thousand archers into one battalion, two thousand spearmen into one battalion, and three thousand saber-shield infantry were likewise established as one battalion.

“Heh, that’s a must. If you become the third chief, then what about the rest of us? We’re not weak either. I want to be the third chief too!” the eldest said, pushing through the crowd to speak.