Volume One, Chapter 32: Becoming a Nanny

“Lin Xiao, how is it?” Ye Ge hurriedly picked him up, seeing the blood gushing from his chest. Looking up, he saw Ding Qiao, too, had his entire left arm severed by Lin Xiao’s sword, being supported away by Ding Lei.

But this wasn’t just an empty basket—it belonged to its guardian, a 206-centimeter-tall center, the best high school center in Chongqing.

Bang! Suddenly, Shangguan Zihong’s body soared high, the radiance around him instantly fading! He crashed into a flowerbed, shattering it.

Cultivators are not immortals, and these are only low-level cultivators—how could they be so formidable? Able to predict everything?

“Why must you answer before entering the town?” Luo Wusheng voiced the doubt in his heart.

“If those fans who go wild for you saw this scene, what would they think?” Mouse Yi glanced coldly at Ye Ge.

This was a slaughter, a total mismatch. Even a mid-stage Disshizi cultivator, who had already undergone body tempering, was as fragile as paper before Ye Ge.

Moreover, with his and Old Huang’s status in the medical world of China, not to mention Zhonghai, even in the whole Jiangbei Province, he could walk into any hospital at will.

“Ask him for it? Use your head! If your second senior brother’s massive chamber of commerce couldn’t get that pill, what makes you think you could?” Feng Lin’s mocking voice resounded in his mind.

Lu Qiao’er ignored its agitation, simply standing silently among the wolf riders, looking up at him in the sky.

A thunderous boom—blood orb exploded, the World-Destroying Divine Sword paused for an instant, then vanished again into a spatial rift—“Nine Heavens Profound Ice, protect me!” As the World-Destroying Divine Sword disappeared, Jia Longyan seemed to sense something and shouted in a low, forceful voice.

His fist shattered, Tianzhao’s eyes widened in unwillingness, three great mouthfuls of blood spewing forth, his already pale face turning even more ghastly.

After many twists and turns, including the driver, everyone was finally rescued safely. A rough count showed that although a few passengers suffered broken bones or were cut and bleeding from shattered glass, no lives were lost. In such an accident, this was extremely fortunate.

I crawled out from under the ox, my shoulder drenched in its blood. My eyes never left the thicket—I didn’t see the white bramble leap out from there. The wild ox turned and charged back, lowering their heads and ramming straight into the bush.

Ren Tuying nodded in acknowledgment, drifting forward, knowing he could not afford to hold back against these three. His cultivation aura flared intensely, then instantly vanished, and in a flash, a torrent of sword light enveloped the three charging at him.

Enough stones must be dug from beneath the dredger, and replaced with huge bamboo tubes cut from the mountain. Using the bamboo as rollers, the dredger would be moved to a deep enough pool, then a sandbar between the pool and the main river channel would be cut open, and finally, after crossing a stone dam, the dredger would be completely freed.

Massive branches reached down to the ground, and following them upward, one could see enormous, nearly black leaves, with homes built atop them—the outskirts of the city. Higher still, on a steep branch at least twenty meters tall, an imposing city seemed to rise from thin air.

Jiang Ru felt as if he had returned to a nightmare—he was running desperately, with that devil with blood-red lips chasing him, black dagger in hand. The dim parking lot lights, the seemingly endless road... it all foretold the arrival of death.

The inkstone couldn’t withstand the sword’s strike and cracked immediately.

Four monks gathered around Tie Gang, searching him from head to toe but finding nothing. One monk’s hand was soaked—that was Tie Gang’s sweat.

“Sister Lan, my sister Wang asked me to tell you the matter with Mo Yuan is resolved, and Brother Wang won’t pursue it.” Mo Lin sat familiarly across from Lan Ling’er, spotted a steaming cup of tea, reached for it, but after glancing at Lan Ling’er, thought better of it, pushed it aside, and fetched a new cup for himself.

In the end, Song Xiujin seized Tang Qian’s hand, gave her a deep look, and, consciousness fading, finally passed out.

“Don’t any of you damn well move or make a sound! If you don’t behave, I’ll really kill you!” the leader threatened.

“Where’s Ye Feng?” Feng Zhengyang was the first to ask, only now realizing, rather surprised, that Qianji Zi and the other had never once mentioned Ye Feng. Did that mean they had failed to save him?

Nie Meiqin hesitated inwardly for a moment, then suddenly broke into a happy smile, while Zhao Jingdong began to regret, uncertain whether he had made the right choice or yet another mistake.

White Envoy felt a twinge of resentment when he saw the elder give him no face at all, speaking so harshly in front of everyone.

“The Riverstone that guards the River of Time. The River of Time records all things in the universe—if you wish to glimpse fate, you must first bear it.” The man’s voice echoed through the passage of the River of Time.

Zhou Hantian took a deep breath, straightened his attire, planted his Silver Dragon Spear firmly in the ground, gouging a deep hole in the stone.

He was not the only one worried like An Jing and the others—even Yan Yu of Misty Rain Jiangnan felt the same. For them, Yuchen’s Dream Guild was not just their own, but part of an even greater reality.