Volume One, Chapter Seventeen: Unwilling?

The Lingfeng Martial Arts Hall is a prestigious institution in Qingyang City, standing on equal footing with the Dongfeng Martial Arts Hall. For many years, the rivalry and friction between these two giants have never ceased.

Karachi was no pushover. With a mischievous grin, he swiftly stripped the fallen warrior of his gear and tucked it into his magical storage space with a flick of his wrist. The once-imposing General of the Underworld, stripped of his armor and regalia, was reduced to nothing more than a charred corpse, denied even a dignified end.

When the group arrived at Jiangzhou City, they were horrified by the sight before them. Billowing black smoke rose from the battered city walls, where a bloody, desperate battle was unfolding. The heroes and knights of Bashu were defending their homes with their own flesh and blood.

"It sounds like a fairy tale. Are you telling me that the Stoke Empire, which was trading blows with us just last year, has simply vanished?" Geoffrey, Dean of the First Academy of Magic, expressed his skepticism regarding the authenticity of Regner's intelligence.

"But I am the one who raised you. So, where do your loyalties lie now?" Vales asked.

Mei Tianru was not like the old men of the family; though young, he was sharp-witted and well-traveled.

As Lin Baobao’s memories gradually returned, he looked toward the other side, where a man in purple robes stood wielding a giant scythe, followed by thousands of immortal soldiers.

Overnight, Ye Feng, once a mere illegitimate son, became the talk of the town. The name Ye Feng-Ziyan spread rapidly throughout the Imperial Capital, eventually reaching the ears of King Roland in the Imperial Palace.

They had just descended from the Ancient Cauldron of the Eastern Emperor, intending to travel on foot to the Gorge of Wild Beasts, when they were immediately set upon by savage beasts.

After the man vanished, silence returned to the mountain peak, but a stone atop the summit suddenly began to change.

"Dad, are you certain Huimei is really that family's child?" Luo Jianjun found it difficult to accept.

"I’ve been there a few times, just the other day, actually. I saw a recruitment poster on their door. You might want to go check if they're still hiring." Seeing Qinghuan’s ambition, she wanted to help, though she had been hesitant to recommend such a chaotic place before. Now that she saw the girl hadn't found anything suitable, she decided to speak up.

Clearly, the insect used for tracking could not be very powerful, so there was no need to worry—besides, we had our cousin with us.

Who could they be? Why were they hunting us? Gong Yuxi wondered as she sped the car... Suddenly, she recalled the reactions of Nangong Qi and Wanyan Yixue over the past few days... Could it be them?

This demoness had been his most capable subordinate. Strikingly beautiful and a classic femme fatale, her methods were incomparably vicious, stopping at nothing to achieve her ends.

His methods and intelligence were such that even without Tuoba Junyong’s talent for talent-spotting, he could have kept Northern Wei stable among the five kingdoms. Had he even a shred of ambition, he could have easily torn up Tuoba Junyong’s verbal agreement not to invade Silla.

"What’s wrong?" Qinghuan looked puzzled at her brother, whose expression was grave as he came to warn her early that morning.

The guards swung their blades down, and Rong Yu’s attendants met them head-on. The clash of steel sparked brilliantly. Shi Muliang pulled me back repeatedly, but we were surrounded by guards on all sides.

His first time was with the Fourth Miss, but that was only because she had been poisoned, providing him with the opportunity.

Yan Zhi followed the sound and saw several carriages parked some distance away, with many young people gathered there.

"The judgment of life and death is about to begin!" Many people swallowed hard, their voices trembling.

Zuo Tong had expected sympathy from the boss, but she certainly didn't expect a reply like that.

"Boss, do you think there’s some treasure here that enhances the strength of ghosts, drawing them in?" Yilin speculated.

Yet, when he was commanding in battle, his focused expression was incredibly handsome and captivating.

At that moment, two pickup trucks arrived. Curly’s men loaded the drilling machine, diving gear, ropes, and firearms into the trucks.

As she spoke, her face flushed crimson, and her heart pounded as if it might leap from her chest. She had prepared herself.

Sitting in front of Lin Hao and the others, the young people who had been discussing things heatedly turned around.

It seemed unavoidable tonight. After that night, she had felt unwell for days. The full-moon celebration was only two days away, so at least there was some time to recover.

The Origin Token erupted with infinite divine runes, standing like a wall of heaven and earth, blocking the Emperor’s strike.

Once they reached their own territory, Qin Ruojing had several sturdy matrons help Xiuyun inside. Following her instructions, they bound Xiuyun’s hands and feet with soft cloth before fetching a doctor.

It wasn't that she still held onto a shred of hope. Coming from him, how could it be a ruse? Yet, such was her nature; perhaps she would only accept her fate when she reached the end of the road and faced the coffin.

She rushed inside to see Han Siqi clutching a large bag, glaring furiously at Ji Yashu, who stood before him with an unnatural expression, stammering a response.