Volume 1, Chapter 113: Not His to Keep

Every time, it was only when he was short of money that Shen Xingchen would remember he had a younger sister. And only she would eagerly bring money to him, complaining not a word, willingly playing the fool. If it had been the Shen Zhaowu of the past, she would indeed have been as stupid and naive as Shen Xingchen believed, exploited by him without even realizing it. But now, Shen Zhaowu has awakened. She knows that Shen Xingchen is an ungrateful ingrate who can never be tamed.

The Lord of Wind and Moon shivered, staring in disbelief at Ye Qinghan’s retreating back. Swallowing hard, he followed, rushing forward in a state of shock.

Wuchen said, "This matter has three suspicious points." Wang Tie-dan cupped his fists and replied, "I would like to hear your explanation." Zhao Yi, the former leader of the Alliance, was the best friend he ever had; he, too, felt there was something strange about Zhao Yi’s death, yet in his old age, he lacked the strength to uncover the truth.

The Seven-Star Sword was a treasure of the Supreme Venerable Sovereign, later passed down to Xuandu. Unfortunately, although this master and disciple possessed immense mastery of the Dao, their insight into the way of the sword was slightly lacking. Thus, despite the quality of the sword, neither could ascend to the throne of the Ten Great Swordsmen.

As Xiao Shan spoke, he spun around a few times in front of Li Lili. Watching his antics, she burst into laughter through her tears and scolded him playfully.

"I’m sorry. We actually doubled the night security patrols, but I never expected this to happen," Qin Qing finally spoke.

For a moment, memories of the Yanyu Pavilion flooded his mind. The kindness of Old Master Mao, who recognized his talent, and the life-saving grace of Jiang Fengyu—yet what had he done for them in return?

"Sun Wukong, the first task is here. Take care of the people below, but don’t kill them; they are on our side," Qing Ming ordered.

Without waiting for Liu Er to speak, the figure in the white robe lunged forward in a flash, striking Liu Er hard across the face and sending him stumbling backward.

The white-clad figure said, "Perhaps they do not wish to reveal themselves too soon. Very well, since they won't come out, we shall go down and force them out!" With that, a white light flashed from his hands, and he drew two gleaming golden short swords.

Ye Qinghan fell silent. She knew that both of them were passionate about their cultivation, and sending them to the Flame Dragon Plane would be incredibly cruel. Yet, reflecting on it, this Lily Cave was not only hidden but extremely safe; perhaps letting them cultivate here was not such a bad thing.

Although Long Caihe had promised Yang Cong she would visit as little as possible, Yang Cong was still worried that the Dragon King of the East Sea might misunderstand something.

Being able to lead the Li family to maintain their position among the Five Great Clans in the powerful Central Province meant they were naturally formidable.

At this moment, Nie Feng’s mind was racing, considering how to eliminate these three blurred figures.

Between star charts, the change in position of one star relative to others represents the trajectory of that star's movement.

However, she suddenly realized something: I am already dead. If he forcibly snatches me back from the Ox-Head and Horse-Face guardians, doesn't that mean he is setting himself against the Underworld?

Yang Yifeng was cutting the stones himself, and everyone noticed that there were no fluctuations of true essence as he worked. With a not-so-sharp axe, each swing cut through the stone like tofu, producing perfectly sized bricks with surfaces as smooth as if they had been polished.

"Are you sure about this?" Although Yang Cong would not force them, as it was their own decision, he still felt a bit uneasy in his heart.

The old fellow known as the Dark Emperor had lived for countless eons, and his cultivation had long been unfathomable; Qin Fan was not foolish enough to provoke him.

The inherently simple-minded Tauren would not stand for this. He jumped up suddenly from the blanket, rushed a few steps to reach Facksimond, grabbed him in a bear hug, and then rushed back to the blanket, wrapping them both tightly inside.

Then I patted my brothers, managing to wake them all up with great difficulty. They were all bleary-eyed, clearly intending to sleep right there. I felt incredibly frustrated—what kind of hooligans were these? "Big brothers, can we just hold on for a bit, take a taxi, and go home to sleep, alright?" Their antics had now made me somewhat sober.