Volume 1, Chapter 47: The Test

Today, Fang Shenzhai heard his mother complaining about something.

She had been approached on the street by people proselytizing for the so-called Holy Heaven Sect. After attending one of their meetings out of curiosity, she concluded that it was an illegal organization.

Quietly extracting a roster from the person in charge, she was shocked to see Li Shuhe's name on it.

In great anxiety, she rushed back to inform Fang Shenzhai.

Fang Shenzhai went straight to the police station to report the matter.

Only because of this were they able to arrive in time and avert a tragedy.

After seeing off the Golden Donkey and the Tree Demon, the three of Jiang Dong did not leave immediately. Instead, they repeatedly probed Qiankun's sea of consciousness, and after a long while, exchanged puzzled glances.

"Yes, yes, Patriarch, I'll go right now!" A Youyi dared not disobey. She scrambled and ran off in a panic.

"We are already some distance from the Grand Court of Judicial Review. You cannot walk back," Yin Qi explained with unexpected patience.

The two of them exchanged remarks, referring to Sun Shining merely as a dependent. Yet Yin Rong did not ask what kind of dependent she was, and Shen Nianyi naturally did not volunteer any explanation, leaving him free to let his imagination run wild—though none of his guesses would hold any weight.

From an emotional standpoint, the old employer was indeed quite good. However, many more practical things were simply beyond what the old employer could provide him.

"Lion King, I am confident I can make it all the way there!" Not far from Wu Jiang, a man in his thirties with a high-bridged nose and an arrogant gaze spoke up. He had the capital to be arrogant if he could press forward, and besides, his current condition was much better than the Lion King Wu Jiang's.

"Pfft." With a gentle release of her left hand pulling the bowstring, she stopped him from uttering the words that were about to become a curse. Five arrows had already pierced her snow-white neck, which was stained with snowflakes, and hot, crimson blood streamed from the wounds.

"Well, this culinary skill is much better than last time." Thinking of the dishes that previously relied entirely on timing, Ye Suman found this meal vastly superior.

Lin Xingchen felt as though he were dreaming, completely speechless. Human life was truly like a passing rainbow, transitioning from its blazing noon to nothingness in the span of a mere hundred years. From ancient times to the present, through thousands of years, immortality and eternal life remained shrouded in thick mists of mystery.

Unconvinced, Swift Wind opened the brief introduction to the Hell of the Dead: forcing ghosts to endlessly relive the exact moment of their death was considered the ultimate punishment for them.

The side shielded from the sun was a vast expanse of azure blue sky, but if one turned around and blocked the sun with their body, the entire starry firmament would be revealed.

Back in the day, whenever he wanted to show off, Yuan Lai would always turn into a starry-eyed fan and look at him with utter adoration. How could things have changed so drastically in just five short years?

Granted, wind-attribute martial arts were indeed hard to come by, but the inheritance of the Wind Ancestor had bestowed upon him too many benefits, including a photographic memory, which was the only reason he could recall so many wind-attribute martial arts techniques.

Yin was certain that the miserable fate awaiting Liu Feng was an absolute foreordained conclusion. She could already picture Liu Feng being hoisted mid-air shortly, wailing and screaming as he took a beating.

Consequently, Zhang Yang set his sights on the Flame Palm. Although this combat skill was of a low grade, its advantage lay in its ease of cultivation and versatility.

Paying no heed to the awkward Liu Feng, Yue frowned as she gazed at the spatial tear, then flickered into motion and arrived right beside it.

By noon, three quarters of an hour had passed. The endless sound of the harp clashed against the swords. Many fought, yet none could rival the desolate music of the harp.

Watching Xia Kong nod, I felt a mixed turmoil of sorrow and joy. The joyful part was that Bai Jingqi had an astonishingly tenacious life, meaning my guess was correct—he was indeed still alive. The sorrowful part was that this monstrous fellow had brought overwhelming pressure upon the Qing Gang, making things difficult for my side as well.

She had assumed Ouyang Che had already left, but when she pushed open Bao'r's bedroom door, she found Ouyang Che in the midst of shoving Bao'r into her clothes. Wu Meng felt that using the word "shoving" was not an exaggeration in the slightest.