Volume 1, Chapter 150: The Mysterious Gate

"The Mystic Sect Assembly?" Yun Mojiu raised a slight brow.
"Ah? You don't even know about that?" He Shiyao looked somewhat surprised.
Observing her for a moment and realizing that Yun Mojiu genuinely seemed unaware, a surge of excitement instantly welled up within him.
"Ahem..."
He cleared his throat.
"This Mystic Sect Assembly is an annual gathering hosted collectively by practitioners of the mystic arts. Anyone who registers can participate, and the winner not only gains immense renown but also receives generous rewards."
Lin Hanxi trembled inwardly, a sliver of profound pity surfacing on her pale face. She could not comprehend why things had turned out this way. Who exactly had arranged for this man to be here? Was Leng Wuchen willing to trust a complete stranger rather than her?
Once Jiang Yi learned about the cultivation methods of the Yin-Sha Asura Path, his resolve regarding his own plan grew even firmer.
"Oh, Mother, what's wrong with Dad? Why isn't he speaking or moving?" Nianlang asked, completely fearless of the consequences.
He knew very well that the Zhou army's encampment was located right there. They decided to wipe out this fifty-thousand-strong Zhou garrison first to cut off the enemy's supply routes. Once the defending forces fell into panic, they would launch the siege; by doing so, a resounding victory would be guaranteed.
Only to see Fang Ling'er's expressive, sparkling eyes brimming with hot tears. "My Brother Mohun, I have finally won you over!" With those words, the two of them vanished like the wind, a pair of enchanting phantoms disappearing without a trace.
Su Yi shrugged off the question without answering Moumou, though the affirmative gesture in his movements needed no further elaboration.
"Mother, it's been a long time since I've seen you smile so happily." Although Long Yinxie was hailed as a hero in the eyes of others, whenever he stood before his mother, he remained nothing more than a child who had never truly grown up.
Facing the swaying tree branches, the two of them closed in on the assassin. After a few gunshots rang out, the surroundings fell completely dead silent.
"Bastard, bastard, you are nothing but a total bastard." Yes, she cursed him out loud, just like that, and she certainly didn't stop at mere curses.
The fragmented and intermittent pieces of information allowed Ye Zheng to make some sense of the situation, though a degree of confusion still lingered. However, Ye Zheng had already grasped the core crux of the matter. In other words, if he wanted to find a clue to his breakthrough, he had to work on the Wheel of Reincarnation and the Golden Dragon's Heart simultaneously.
Seeing her incoherent state, Old Li very consciously tossed over a pair of car keys and directly vanished without uttering another word.
"It's fine, I feel like the blow I took just now was nothing more than a dream." Jing Xiyue emphasized once again that she was completely all right. As the memory flashed through her mind of how everyone's faces had been etched with eager anxiety and deep worry the moment she entered the hall, a warm current swept through her heart.
Yet now, watching the man before her—who was clearly burning with anxiety on the inside while pretending to be calm on the outside—Xin Yan could not help but shake her head.
"Snap!" A raised hand struck Jing Ziqing fiercely across the face, instantly causing her cheek to swell up. This alone showed just how utterly heartbroken and disillusioned Jing Xuerou truly was.
A wave of displeasure washed over Li Hai. He leaned back against the sofa, his cold gaze fixed squarely on the man. Sizing each other up upon meeting was an essential ritual in the underworld; clearly, the man was no stranger to this, immediately picking up on the cue and locking his fierce, malevolent eyes onto Li Hai.
That single slap left Lady Lin momentarily stunned, while Tao Shugen's expression shifted. He hurriedly stepped forward to pull Lady Lin away, cast a nervous look at the red mark on Tao Dong'er's face, and turned his head to hurl curses.
When the three of us arrived at the manor courtyard, Old Ma was practicing Tai Chi right in the center. Upon seeing us, Old Ma immediately broke into his signature benevolent smile and instructed his disciples to serve tea.
"Oh, Ou Qi, I've noticed you've changed quite a bit. Back then, you didn't know a thing and were even terrified of airplanes, but now you speak of Europe without batting an eye or flushing." It seemed people always grew through trials and tribulations.
Having eaten with gusto, Li Hai let his tongue slip and asked an extra question: "Which university did Sister Wang attend?" The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them. Had he not already made up his mind to maintain his distance from Wang Yun?