21 The Prime of Life

Wei Shanting, who had placed the smallest wager, stared blankly at the numbers displayed on the message wall; he had won 17,994 spirit stones.

Landing at the flying beast arena outside Yongding City, a familiar scent washed over him, unexpectedly giving him a sense of returning home.

Following her recent conversation with Huang Dahu, Lady Liang had elevated Yan Kui’s standing in her mind, and the frequent reports of victory over the last few days only served to confirm her assessment.

When Han Ziqing was assassinated by Ma Hao in the ancient tomb, a profound sense of grief had gripped his heart. At the time, he had attributed it to his gratitude for Han Ziqing’s protection, but could it be that it had stirred a deep-seated, ancestral kinship?

A brilliant yellow light began to radiate from her body, and countless strands of willpower, centered upon her, gradually converged.

Sun Yingying’s primary task was to protect her eldest sister and two nephews; in her spare time, she would concoct high-quality healing salves.

Di Yi’s move was remarkably clever and subtle; by the time Ning Dewu, the commander-in-chief of the Zhou army, realized what had happened, the Jin army had already secured the momentum.

However, Bai Honghai’s goal was never the adults; they were already set in their ways, and forcing them to learn would yield little result.

"The lifespan exhaustion you understand is in the narrow sense; I am speaking of it in the broad sense. Death by car accident, drowning, or cancer depleting bodily functions—these all count as the exhaustion of one's allotted lifespan," Chen Anhe explained.

Deep in the night, the forest was filled with a succession of frantic, wild beast roars, as if the creatures of the woods were holding a carnival.

She looked at Wang Feng expressionlessly, then cast a glance at the unopened treasure chests on the floor, and of course, at the empty ones, of which nearly half had already been opened.

"From the Guanlong families?" Qin Shou gritted his teeth upon hearing that his opponent knew even about the affairs in Chang'an.

Why must people wait until they are completely unable to argue their case before they are willing to apologize and admit their faults?

When they truly realized that death was imminent, only then did they understand what a terrifying thing it was.

"Pop, pop..." Everyone felt as if they heard the sound of eggs cracking—and double-yolked ones at that.

Clearly, Jiang Bufan had merely dispelled Wei Zhongdao’s visual distortion, wanting Wei Zhongdao to clearly understand that he, whom Wei had once swatted into the ground with a single palm, was no longer the same Jiang Bufan.

Wang Junyu was the first to notice Qin Xiaobai sitting at the lectern. He rubbed his eyes, somewhat incredulous.

In layman’s terms, he had become free-spirited; if he didn’t want to ask or do something, no amount of coercion would work.

After hanging up the phone, he remembered that Su Qingyu was in the hospital. He had originally wanted to tell the two elders of the Su family to go to the hospital to find her, but then he thought that if these two were truly in the countryside and ran out in the middle of the night to look for her, it would be his responsibility if anything went wrong.

After all, Gu Nanzheng was not Jin Yan, the leader of the Dragon Group; no matter how famous he was, he was still far from being able to command such universal obedience.

Xuanyuan Hong smiled slowly, leaned on his bamboo staff, and walked leisurely to the center of the courtyard, smiling as he watched the God of the North Sea.

The disciples of the Wuji Sect immediately realized that their lives were not in danger, and thus, one after another, they fought with even greater valor. Besides, as long as the soul of a cosmic space deity remains intact, minor injuries are of no consequence. The sect possessed time-dilation arrays and no shortage of cultivation materials, so they would soon recover.

For a bank, the most important thing is credibility. Shang Yang once moved a wooden pole to establish trust, and similarly, to build credibility, the bank was now publicizing its rules and regulations. At the same time, they erected a stone tablet at the entrance, carved with the bank's various regulations and penalty measures, all to win the trust of the people.

The Heavenly Dao had finally waited for this opportunity, and its ambush had succeeded, as had the possession of the body. But what frustrated the Heavenly Dao was that this remnant soul had been greatly depleted, and more troublingly, its divine rank had also been damaged.

Yu Mengdie hung her head and nodded. She suddenly realized something, snapped her head up, and looked at Xuanyuan Hong in astonishment.

Old Yuan’s face was ashen. Clearly, he too realized that the person he was waiting for would likely not come. If the Realm Lord did not arrive, the outcome he would face at the hands of Jiang Wei was self-evident.

"Going in circles, only to dump this mess on me!" Taishi Kun looked up into the distance; in the hazy night, he could vaguely see a bright light high in the sky. He couldn't help but think to himself that he had finally arrived.

Lu Qingying had just laid down when three people burst in like bandits. Even though they were being dragged from behind by Yun Er, Su Shi and Su Zhe still charged in with great force.

"The reason we put on such a grand display of song and dance is to show respect for imperial authority, not to honor Yelu Hongji. He launched a full-scale war, causing countless casualties between the Song and Liao; in my view, he is the primary culprit."

It stands to reason that when the Tianjing Stronghold was first established, it should have chosen this fertile land. However, according to the ancients, men belong to the Yang and springs to the Yin; living by a spring for a long time was considered inauspicious. Therefore, although the men in the stronghold drank the spring water, they built the wooden fort on dry ground three miles away from the pool.

Those people stopped slowly outside the elemental field of Huolingzi. The old Taoist priest set down the young man he had been carrying and slowly retreated behind him.

"I have never heard of such a thing." After a moment of stunned silence, Ji Xueyan looked at the long-haired man with eyes increasingly full of scrutiny.

Even without looking back, Chen Yu could guess from the encroaching chill just how disadvantageous his situation was. But he did not dodge; instead, he placed his other hand on the hilt of his blade.

If he could be this arrogant while merely asking for the weapon-casting methods, wouldn't Tang Rao’s tail be wagging in the sky once he had learned them?

In fact, from another perspective, he was not ugly; his weight simply obscured his features. It wasn't that he couldn't learn; it was just that no one gave him the chance. Unfortunately, certain set perceptions of the world invisibly stifle too many children, leaving self-abandonment as their only choice.

Of course they didn't mind. Old Master Song Boxiong, a great sculptor—to have such a master-level figure personally carve jade pieces for them was a rare opportunity that they could only dream of.

When everyone arrived at the entrance of the crematorium, Han Zeyu was still prattling on in Xia Xiaoyun’s ear.