Volume One, Chapter 68: Guests at Home

When he saw Xiao Junhe drive his car into the underground parking lot of the house across from his own, he was utterly stunned. That young man turned out to be their new neighbor!

“What’s got you so happy?” Du Qing, who was feeding the fish, asked curiously when she saw him return home with a beaming smile.

Yun Changhong recounted the incident in brief.

He then praised, “It’s rare these days to find a young man so warm-hearted, modest, and unassuming.”

“Isn’t that so? The last time I told you our new neighbor across the way seemed like a good person, you were still being sarcastic about it,” Du Qing glanced at him.

Yun Changhong laughed heartily, “Yes, yes, I was being petty. But just look at how wonderful he is…”

After only a little more than thirty exchanges, Niu Heng, caught off guard, was pierced through the throat by the Vine Dragon Sword. His mouth hung open, as if to utter a final word, but he could only gurgle soundlessly.

“Xinluo, remember the heart formula!” Staring at Xinluo, Xiao Qingmin continued to speak gently. Only after Xinluo nodded repeatedly did she finally take the pill.

After the exchange of pleasantries, the dishes were served—eight in all, a sumptuous spread, with chicken, duck, fish, and meat all present, and only two vegetarian plates.

This time, Yuluosha was not silent out of anger at Guo Cheng’s reckless attitude, choosing wine over his own life. In fact, it was because he heard Guo Cheng mention wine, and so he was calculating something in his mind.

Biyuan Town, the nearest to the Temple of the God of War, was a place where disciples of the temple could be seen at any time. Though the noise of the past had lessened due to the war, the town was still bustling and lively.

“But you’ve already wronged her!” Beiting Yu’s tone turned much colder.

Yet, what could she do? Her husband was newly dead, and with no one from the Lu family coming to seek revenge, she had reason to be grateful.

This single success allowed him to once again obtain the peerless treasure cauldron he had possessed in his previous life—the Yanhuang Cauldron.

Only then did Yang Feng realize it was Sunday, the day he was to participate in the live antique appraisal show. He was a senior appraiser for Jinghua TV and had to hurry over or risk affecting the broadcast.

In his view, the reason he had repeatedly come off worse in Yang Tian’s hands was, at its root, due to his own carelessness and lack of understanding of Yang Tian.

“Director Sun, it was just a joke. Come, have a seat over there!” Qin Zong stood up and gestured toward the sofas in the reception area.

The other disciples watched with pounding hearts, quickly turning their gazes, eyes sharp as they fixed on the pills within the cauldron.

Seeing the situation, Chang Jinguo and Chen Cairong felt miserable but could do nothing except watch helplessly as County Chief Ling lost his temper.

“Then you probably don’t know that ahead lies the chaotic land haunted by evil spirits?” said the middle-aged man with the sword on his back.

Ling Zhiyuan had just arrived at the office when the phone on his desk rang. He immediately reached out to answer.

The Devourer’s Finger was a divine technique found by Hades himself in an ancient cave during his wanderings across the world. Though the name was somewhat extravagant, its power was truly astounding.

Those who were not heirs—illegitimate children and even collateral relatives—were now becoming restless. Some still doubted whether the edict could truly be enforced, so for now, none dared to choose sides or reveal their ambitions.

“County Chief Qiu, the County Chief invites Madam Du to come inside and talk!” Hu Changle called out to Qiu Guanghua.

“Ah!” I couldn’t care about anything else and suddenly rushed toward Mu Wan’er’s parents, raising my fist.

“Heh heh heh, I am not Dio’s minion but his most loyal friend! And I shall gather enough sacrifices for him to return to the mortal realm, to finally ascend among the stars and walk the heavens!” Father Butch pointed at Inoue Wu, his finger instantly transforming into a tentacle that shot out.

Among the four great generals of the Murong family, Deng Baichuan was the strongest in martial arts, but only just on par with Gongye Qian. That youth, barely fifteen or sixteen years old, had already attained such martial prowess—truly remarkable.

If the fight continued, they would sooner or later be overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of the East River Sect, unless Luoyang and Yongzhou sent reinforcements.

He must seize the opportunity of the “Mystic Chess Game,” and once he tricks Duan Yu out of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, he will immediately set out to “apply” early to become the Carefree Master’s disciple and seize control of the martial world powers of the Spirit Vulture Palace.

The long-haired monster didn’t even have time to scream before it dissipated into smoke and perished on the spot, not even a shred of its soul remaining.

Tiles, bricks, stones, and even water began to be drawn up toward the sky. In the end, everyone around felt short of breath, their bodies slowly rising off the ground as well.

For the first time, Zongxin spoke of these matters, leaving Zhao Kuangyin dumbstruck, unable to believe his ears. If anyone else had said so, Zhao Kuangyin wouldn’t have believed it, but Zongxin—this shameless monk—was capable of anything, so he couldn’t help but believe.

Prince Zhao had no idea how to speak to Li Zhong. Perhaps because they were so familiar, they often joked with each other. Even in times like this, Li Zhong could still jest—truly a fearless soul.

That name was like a legend, spreading across the continent. Even those in the Water West Demon Sect and the Fire God Sect had heard of it.

He would also seek out the deaf-mute old man, in hopes of being chosen as the inheritor of the Carefree Sect and receiving the seventy years’ worth of inner strength from the Carefree Master’s Northern Darkness Divine Art.

He was stopped by the guards and not allowed into the city. The war had only just subsided, and the Prince of the South was caught in battle. Fearing troublemakers, the city gates were strictly guarded.

A glimmer of life shone in his eyes, and Lu Ming seemed to be awakening. But just then, the Soul Devourer Beast guarding the narrow part of the cave, seeing Lu Ming’s current state, let out a long howl and turned into a bolt of lightning, charging straight at him.

As the first figure silently began running along the edge, more and more people lined up behind, each taking off after him.