Chapter 109: The World Trembles

The internet fell silent, and the world offline became silent as well.

The frozen barrage-comment interface cast a cold glow from the LCD screen, illuminating more than a dozen exquisitely made-up faces.

Inside the lounge on the fourth floor of the Pavilion of Wonderful Scriptures, the fragrance of Chanel No. 5 mingled with something sharper.

A female disciple’s fingers, their nails painted in nude polish, were frozen over the keyboard. The barrage comment she had just posted was reflected in her constricted pupils.

Her expensive foundation could not conceal the sudden flush at the tips of her ears, and...

“Do you regard me as a friend, or as your master?” Han Lai asked the fan in the empty room.

The young man truly loved her—loved her to a degree she could not understand. She had thought it was merely the impulsiveness of youth, something that would one day be swallowed by the river of time. Yet within those ice-blue eyes lay a persistence that could not be taken lightly: such conviction, such resoluteness.

The three-day deadline arrived in the blink of an eye. Before they knew it, the day had come for the Grand Madam to complete and return Madam Qin’s dowry to Senior Madam Yang.

Jin Wancheng had been fighting for a long time without gaining the upper hand. His heart hardened, and the radiance of the Scarlet Blood Sword blazed brighter as he wielded the Golden City Sword Technique with even greater speed and ferocity.

Xie Yangtian snorted coldly, then shot upward and clashed with another Xie Yangtian once more, as though two clouds of white mist had collided. The two figures flashed past one another and began fighting in midair, while droplets of blood, like plum blossoms, remained scattered across the ground.

Seeing the guilt and anxiety on Lu Chenxi’s face, Guan Xiaotong was moved despite herself. She knew that Lu Chenxi disliked causing trouble for others. Guan Xiaotong had been about to tell her that none of this was her fault, that the other woman had brought it upon herself. But realizing that saying so would change nothing, she swallowed the words and took out her phone, doing her a good turn.

Nangong Po threw back his head and laughed. “Hahahaha! With a martial manual as profound as the Blue Heaven Ode, who among those present would not be tempted?”

Everyone in the hall began calculating in silence. Most of those who claimed they were unmoved were lying against their own hearts. If they truly believed themselves capable of defeating Nangong Po, they would have already rushed forward to seize her. Why would they have waited until now?

Thus, when Jun Li arrived at Senior Madam Yang’s room, she had only just finished breakfast and was being attended to as she dressed her hair and applied her makeup.

I slept very well throughout the night. After Zhao Guangdong returned, he did not say much either; he went straight back to his room to rest. He had not spoken a single word during the journey. Liu Yi told me at the end that Zhao Guangdong had been injured, though not seriously, and that one night’s rest would be enough for him to recover, so we left him alone.

That was why the ore had vanished into it. It seemed that this thing really did possess some practical function.

“Hahaha...” Seeing everyone completely dumbfounded, our Master Yuan burst into loud laughter.

This was truly terrifying. Not only did this prehistoric eight-legged monster eat people, but it also possessed an exceptionally high intelligence. It seemed to have deliberately used poison or some other drug to sedate Natasha and Ilena first, then induced Su Junhua to carry the two of them into the cave so that it could feast on them.

How could that demon possibly listen to the old lay devotee? Yet when the old devotee pressed his palms together, a golden lotus blossomed before his chest. Another golden lotus opened upon it, revealing a scene of wondrous beauty. It was only a temporary illusion, however, and could not compare with the tangible creations brought forth by those immortals and bodhisattvas—or by this demon itself.

If the secret realm of the Kunlun Ruins could not be developed, it would be an enormous loss both to the Four Divine Group and to China. Thus, when Gu Mu said this, Dongfang He immediately fell silent.

Wangcai did not ask what cultivation technique Wang Qinghan practiced. Such matters were taboo for any cultivator, even though Wangcai was extremely close to them.

A string of questions kept surfacing in his mind, yet in the end he still could not think of any feasible solution. The situation was too urgent; there was simply no time to give Gu Mu a chance to react.

That would be taking things too far. Given the way this dragon progenitor had conducted himself back then, if one truly tried to trace his entire genealogy, it would be a branching structure as vast as a towering tree—far too complicated to calculate.

“What if I refuse to let her go?” Zhuang Hu snorted coldly, making his refusal clear. At the same time, in a deliberate act of provocation, he sliced off the ear of an unfortunate nobleman from the Anbei Tribe who was in charge of registration.