Jinjiang Literature City

Outside the cave stretched a deserted forest, where a mighty eagle perched beneath a tree, feasting on wild fruit it had found somewhere. Noticing the group emerge, the bird hastily shoved the fruit into its beak. Though one could guess the truth, hearing it spoken aloud was an entirely different matter—shock reverberated through the heart.

It was for this reason that Sarutobi did not meet his end by the Kusanagi Sword as in the original story, nor did he perish together with Orochimaru. Yet the presence of both women was equally astonishing; their aura alone made it impossible for any man present to meet their gaze.

The path was lined with wondrous plants and exotic flowers I had never seen before. The palace, too, was unrivaled in its grandeur and scale. Upon reaching the entrance, I saw a golden plaque above the doors, inscribed with three gleaming words: "Palace of Flowing Clouds." Flanking either side of the grand gate stood two bronze lions, fierce and imposing, their majesty beyond description.

His face was flushed with exertion, but he still could not wrest his mighty hammer from Chen Xingyu’s grasp. If it were them, they wouldn’t be called out—they’d eagerly dash over, message and messenger in tow. With Lin Xiu’s explanation, Zelrich immediately understood: Lin Xiu must have his eye on some treasure, waiting for its owner to come forward and bargain.

When it came to medicine, Song Wan’er felt she could help, but when cunning or scheming were required, it was best left to the experts. Xue Sangui whispered with a nearby hall master, Meng Bo, who nodded repeatedly. The two seemed to reach an agreement, sharing a knowing smile before parting.

Her reluctance was not for lack of resolve, but because, deep down, she did not wish for her son to become such a man. Jian Si sat at the bedside, gripping Lu Yanbai’s hand, still shaken, her heart pounding with lingering fear at the memory of what had just transpired.

During this, Jiang Rui intentionally glanced at the menu—good heavens, even the simplest dish cost thousands. Should a vengeful spirit possess enough power, its evil aura would spill forth, and any ordinary person who came into contact with it would fall gravely ill or even lose their life.

Listening to Qin Yao’s words, neither Zhao Kuangyin nor Zhao Guangyi dared to be lax. Luke, about Samba’s age, was known as one of the continent’s rare mage lords. The nurse hadn’t expected Jiang Rui, with his rustic appearance, to speak so fluently—or to know the nurses’ code of conduct.

Watching Karen spread her magical wings and soar into the sky, disappearing into the night with a few powerful beats, Simon Sheep couldn’t help but feel envious. Parents would spare no expense to nurture their children’s special talents, each according to their aptitude.

“Mr. Zhan, this gentleman was the one who forcibly brought me back from the Grand Ancestor’s side. He is also the one currently collaborating with the Dragon Clan.” “Mu Ze, how are your injuries?” asked Fujikawa, as Mu Ze entered, his concern evident as he put away his grave expression.

Even though I’d returned to my family in Khitan, I was still called by my Han name until I was told to change it back to Yelü—though the given name remained Lumine. That was when I first took the name Yelü Lumine.

Yet at this moment, Earth Dragon Yichen called out silently to the Ancient One in his mind, but received no answer. “Old Hua, you truly are a grandmaster. Please accept him as your disciple, otherwise these four great spears of yours will have no legitimate successor,” urged Lonely Yu.

A crisp clap resounded. “I am Colonel Guo Yuanfu, instructor of the Wolf Clan. Welcome, Mr. Zhan!” Everyone was stunned by their instructor’s gesture—save for Li Keyi, who alone understood why their instructor treated this young man with the respect due a superior officer.

“This secret realm is blanketed in snow and ice as far as the eye can see, with nothing but white, just like the Arctic on Earth,” Jiang Liao remarked. He quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, left by the aftershock of the shadow man’s earlier attack.

“Very well, you may stay. But whatever you see, take it to your grave. You are not warriors, so—” Zhan Tian left it unsaid, but the warning was clear.

Within the abyss, Daoist Dragonkeeper raised millions of gu worms—countless and teeming—though the varieties numbered barely twenty, far from the thousand claimed by the old charlatan.

“All right, everyone, raise your glasses to celebrate the marriage of our bride and groom, and the joyful news of Shushu’s pregnancy—a double blessing!” The old lady was delighted, lifting her glass of red wine.

Yet before he could finish speaking, Jun Haocang’s next words made him tremble with rage. Li Moying reached out to her chest, unfastened her intricate buttons, and slipped the heavy bridal gown from her shoulders.

Shen Shu rolled her eyes at his attempt to change the subject, but she still selected a plaid tie from the wardrobe and put it on him herself.

At first, Jing Qi boasted as if he were the most formidable under heaven, making others sigh in amusement and overlook his true strength.

“Void Moon Slash—strike!” The furious roar shattered the sky, unleashing a violent force that surged toward Su Molian.

Gu Chengqi was wholly focused on following the path the serpent led them through, unaware of Ye Jingyan’s emotions.

“Su Yuezhe, you may return to school. I’m all right now,” Jiao Yue said with a gentle smile.

Bolts of energy struck her from both sides like lightning, but the power technique in her hands only grew fiercer with each attack. The blue radiance enveloping her shone brighter and brighter, and the lotus between her brows bloomed ever more dazzling and bewitching.

Now, all she wished was to remain in this palace until her hair turned white. Of all the vast world, only this place, upon her arrival, had given her a sense of belonging.

A frail body only signifies a frail will and soul, for without a strong physique, you cannot contend with men—and so, in the face of a powerful man’s fist, you are all the more quickly reduced to the status of a concubine slave.