Volume One Chapter 73: I Will Not Marry You

Yan Qiuning was embraced from behind by a man, her whole body trembling. The recent brush with danger had left her still shaken. The colors beneath her cheongsam were particularly alluring, and as she was held, she was settled onto the sofa.

“It feels like there’s something inside me. Could I really be sick?” she wondered aloud.

But something was wrong. According to Situkong’s deductions, Baiyun City was in no position to launch an expedition against India. “You’re not from Baiyun City at all—you’re an impostor!” Dalip roared.

The moment he stepped through the portal, golden light flashed before his eyes. When it faded, Jiang Yi found himself in an entirely new space.

Jiang Huairen hadn’t realized today was Li Qingyue’s birthday. He hadn’t prepared a present, but quickly produced a piece of golden ore. Hiding it behind his back, he summoned dragonfire to refine it, and in moments, a lifelike statue the size of a palm appeared, perfectly resembling Li Qingyue.

Ever since a mysterious young master had appeared near the Flowing Cloud Sect, the younger disciples had all been eager to test themselves, stepping out of the sect to face new challenges. Qin Ruo’er hadn’t joined them, but Qingqiu had gone out once with the others, and the stranger’s attire and bearing closely resembled Zhang Tian’s style.

After Xujiao led all eight hundred Flying Cavaliers back to Moon Clan City, he had them use their skills to train the dragon-beast fiends. The brutal training left many of the creatures crippled, and the warriors’ fighting strength began to wane. At that critical moment, the imperial army pressed in and encamped outside the city.

With nothing else to do, Zhang Tian and Bai Fan chatted for a while before leaving their dormitory. The advancement test was held four times a year—there was still nearly a month until the next one, so there was no hurry to prepare.

Hong Ding was not unscathed himself; the counterforce from the blade’s aura against his absolute defense made his internal organs tremble violently.

There was a certain thrill in issuing orders, especially to people who would never spare him a glance in ordinary times! Normally, he was just a poor student—how could these medical staff ever respect someone like him?

“I was expelled from the Heavenly Ghost Sect. It was the Shadow Lord who brought me into the Shadow Organization, and thanks to his favor, I now serve as Left Envoy. No matter how the Shadow Lord addresses me, I will always be a member of the Shadow Organization,” Yasha Cangyue declared solemnly.

At that moment, Lin Hu and his companions, the targets of the attack, triggered a wave of monsters to converge from all directions, just as planned. They drew the attention of countless beasts.

Xue Hao discovered that channeling spiritual energy into his body lessened his fatigue and strengthened sore muscles.

One after another, the remaining monsters were captured and locked inside the great barrier. Once inside, escape was nearly impossible, for the conditions were harsh beyond description.

The key was the song’s resonance and depth. When you can perform a song in perfect synchrony, perhaps you have truly become one with it.

He had only stayed a day in the Tianwu Star Domain before leaving to carry out a mission assigned by the Mechanical Race. Wang Nian could easily guess what those inner courtyard deans were up to.

The path to the fourth tower was nearly impassable. Ordinary zombies were countless, and evolved zombies poured forth without end.

After the glory of the Yin-Yang Way faded and the decline of ancient techniques as monsters dwindled, in later generations, Tsuchimikado Yako advocated for and established modern onmyodo. This was a systematized synthesis of disparate arts—yin-yang magic, barrier techniques, and even fragments of Western magic.

A clear, ethereal voice rang out beside them, instantly tightening their hearts. “Who’s there!” Xue Hao barked, crimson spiritual power flaring.

Liu Yunyan was stunned. She never imagined the other party would show her not the slightest courtesy.

A dozen or so minutes later, Han Feng had finished sorting the few changes of clothes he’d brought. After securing them in the back of his vehicle, he started the engine.

Wei Yang considered many possibilities, but they were all just conjectures. Gao Qiaoping’s behavior was simply too baffling to draw any firm conclusions.

In his panic, He Xiong abandoned all pretense and loudly begged Old Li for mercy. Then again, perhaps he’d never had any dignity to begin with.

It was now obvious to all—the aura around him made it clear he was on the verge of shattering the final barrier of cultivation.

In less than two years, Tu Ming had grown to a level they could only look up to. It was effortless for him to trap a Celestial Lord. If given more time, who could imagine how powerful he might become?

As the saying goes, seeing is believing. Forcing people to accept the unseen as real will never win their trust.

Above them, the Eastern Sovereign stood clad in golden armor, his eyes sharp and fierce. At his feet lay broken fragments. Hearing Chang Hao’s words, his anger blazed—who dared proclaim greatness before the East? For him, such arrogance was intolerable.

With Jiang Xie’s consent, Lord Qiushan was scheduled to appear last. If Jiang Xie could not defeat all six prodigies, Lord Qiushan would not take the stage.

The forging of a spiritual embryo required a long time; the golden idol before them, at the Mortal Shedding stage, must have endured at least a millennium of tempering to succeed at last.

In the heart of the Demon God Realm, amidst mountains ablaze with infernal fire and suffused with black sin, countless pitch-black demon palaces stood tall.

Elder Liu nodded, then moved forward in a flash, with Chen Xiao immediately following.

As the beast milk’s effects faded, the evil spirit had long since vanished. Jiang Shenwu, reborn as if from nirvana, had a face as finely sculpted as a blade, youthful and enchanting. His bright eyes and gleaming teeth captivated all, and his long hair was tied behind his head with a ribbon. Tall and graceful in his blue robes, he seemed the very image of a banished immortal.

The magistrate’s court showed disbelief, but facts were facts—they could only accept them.

After Old Liang left, the bar continued its business as usual. To us, he was just another customer.

If Qian Hebiao wished to survive, he would have to abandon his men and flee for his life.

Bai Sheng felt a suffocating pressure in his chest, as if he might explode the next instant. Unable to endure it any longer, he shouted aloud.

Below, Lu Xier manipulated the Pine Command, gazing at the scene in the sky with agony and desperate anxiety.