Volume One, Chapter 52: So hot that Fu Yuting’s heart was thrown into disarray…

At that moment, a wide suit jacket, still carrying the warmth of a body and a familiar crisp scent, was firmly and irresistibly draped over her cold, damp shoulders.

Bo Xingzhou had returned.

Because of the royal family's dominance, they would at least take half of the benefits, with the remaining portion divided among the five great sects. As Jiuyun Peak was already at the bottom, the outcome was predictable.

Meanwhile, the Sect of Questioning Immortals had employed an open stratagem against them, certain that they would comply, providing a perfect opportunity to extort the four great sanctuaries.

“The ‘Shadowless’ movement technique, eighty percent of my strength, plus the newly enhanced ice power—the combination is indeed formidable,” Ma Yi thought to himself.

Butler Tan, along with the four guards behind him and the crowd of treasure-fishing demons watching nearby, all wore serious expressions, their gazes fixed on Ma Yi. Even Miaomiao looked expectant.

This place had become famous in recent history. It was called Pingxing Pass, located at the juncture of Mount Wutai and Mount Yanmen, less than two hundred miles from Yanmen Pass.

Ao Yue sighed, then gripped the edge of the pool. After a few minutes, he was sure no one would burst in, so he relaxed and let his upper body emerge from the water. He stared blankly at the intricate patterns on the ceiling.

The Shi family had thought the person in the car was Song Zhifei, and Rong Linyi had conveniently pretended to be him, giving them a thorough beating.

She first lied, claiming the garment was a high-quality imitation she’d found online because she liked the look of Su Yanyun’s original. When it was proven authentic, she said she’d accidentally packed it while organizing clothes.

The other cultivators from the Valley of Forgotten Illusions could no longer hold back. Each spoke up, their faces showing various emotions, though many were tinged with greed.

Gradually, Yi Feng began to feel hot. When he finally looked up, he saw nine suns nearly aligned overhead, each one radiating a searing glare too fierce to look at directly.

The old monster let out a thunderous shout and flung his arms wide. Waves of invisible energy swept out like a tide, engulfing everything in all directions.

“Time is of the essence! We’ll talk about everything else later!” Nine Nights frowned, giving Yun Qianqian a cool, curt reprimand.

Tang Miaoyin knew his real name was Ye Cheng; Ye Gucheng was just an alias. Yet she called him Ye Gucheng. He understood what that meant. Perhaps in her heart, Ye Cheng had hidden motives, while Ye Gucheng was the young hero who had stood up in the Monster Forest and turned the tide.

“I’m with Brother Chun!” Seeing his companion knocked out and his wrist broken and useless, he had no choice but to invoke his boss’s name.

At that moment, however, Brother Leopard stormed over with his men, clearly intent on teaching Han Guang a lesson.

Normally, a few moments would be enough for an expert to kill the enemy, but Yi Feng had no way to deal with the dragon’s scales.

Ye Cheng remained modest and unyielding, his tone respectful but not servile. It was merely the courtesy due from a junior to a senior, not the groveling submission the Cangyue Chancellor might have hoped for.

Innate skill: Fusion—able to merge with the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon within the acupoints, unleashing two hundred percent of his strength.

“So should we just leave your captain locked up?! Everyone go home and mind your own business?!” Yun Qianqian shot a baffled look at Brother Huang, who hesitated for half a minute before sighing helplessly and shaking his head.

As soon as Wang Guoqing opened the door, Wu Shihu, brandishing a Type 77 police pistol, dashed inside in a flash.

To give Xu Yirong a clear sense of his abilities, Zhuang Yunfei casually picked up a stainless-steel basin beside him. After a harsh screech of metal, a steel ball appeared in his hand.