Volume One, Chapter 56: Are you... Lu Jingyan's elder brother? Lu Xing.

Without wasting any more words, Han Xin opened the passenger door and plopped herself down without ceremony.

“He Shaolei, are you out of your mind? He killed hundreds of your He family, and you’re still speaking up for him?” Li Yunfei cursed.

Yan Wushuang felt a sense of relief when Qin Feng agreed, because she hadn’t told him yet—if he refused the mission assigned by Longmen, she would immediately arrest him and bring him back to Longmen for judgment. Once there, Yan Wushuang was certain he would hardly escape with his life.

She bit her red lips, adopting a pitifully delicate posture, looking at Fang Yang with enchanting eyes. At the same time, her thoughts raced—though Fang Yang appeared somewhat disheveled now, his earlier commanding presence had left a deep impression on her.

“I just heard something happened here again, so I came to see if there’s anything I can help with…” Fan Qinghui’s words trailed off unfinished.

The Earth Spirit Root was one of the five primary elemental roots. Although it was somewhat inferior to the gold, wood, water, and fire roots, it was still a recognized spiritual root.

“Impressive!” Li Le secretly praised, not daring to be careless as he dodged sideways. While evading, he skillfully guided Dan Yu Erxianyue’s blade past him with a flowing movement. But he retreated not a step—barehanded, to yield ground now would mean losing the initiative he’d fought so hard for.

Even the long-resilient Madam Quentin was finally driven to the brink of collapse by her eccentric new “master.”

Before Han Xin could finish her sentence, Su Mei’s almond eyes flashed as she suddenly shouted. At the same time, she shoved Han Xin, who was standing with her back to her, sending her stumbling several steps. Then Su Mei grabbed her own bag and dashed out the door.

“Martial arts are all about real combat…” Of the five men, Wang Bin was the most talkative. As soon as Qin Cheng mentioned practical martial arts, Wang Bin would rattle off a whole list of opinions.

Soon after, Shen Yujiang and the young master of the Bai family left together. The banquet continued, and the arrival of the Flower Immortal only heightened everyone’s enthusiasm as they ate.

He circled around, and only then did everyone understand his true intent. First, it turned out he had already crippled Jiao Xian’s cultivation the day before. No wonder the former King of the Merfolk, once so spirited, now looked as frail as an invalid. Second, he was formally requesting the elders’ approval to execute this former king.

Inside a side courtyard, the strange and naturally gifted were already preparing. When they saw Zihan, they were first surprised, then quickly returned to calm.

Within, a nest of serpent-like magical beasts had taken up residence. Bai Qi, after some effort, slew the creatures, then braved the cave’s foul stench and cast a wind spell to refresh the air, finally finishing his task.

Hua Lingyu looked at her with affection, pulling her into his embrace. As his hand touched her smooth skin, his gaze darkened. Remembering his excesses of last night, he took a deep breath to calm his racing heart, then happily cuddled his beloved and drifted back to sleep.

In front of Jin Yi, a massive golden phoenix flapped its wings, whipping up fierce winds that blasted toward him. Its three golden tails swayed with overwhelming momentum—the very force that rivaled the might of an Eight-Tribulation rogue cultivator emanated from this golden phoenix.

“Really?” Su Li was examining some newly delivered fabrics. “Second Sister, what did you say?” Ninety-nine taels—how could that be? She’d received nine hundred and ninety-nine back then, plus matching gold pigs, gold bracelets, and six sets of pure gold ornaments. Yet she hadn’t seen any of those among the betrothal gifts.

Seeing Long Yusheng’s look of surprise, Zihan was sure he didn’t know; otherwise, he wouldn’t have hit Ziyao.

Zihan, smiling, pulled Long Yaxin into the house, let Xin’er wait on them, and went to wash her face.

The two remaining disciples exchanged glances. After Sun San’s explanation, they realized there was no other way. All they could hope for now was that their senior brother wouldn’t blame them for this when the time came. Otherwise, if they were sent away on external missions, they’d be better off living carefree lives within the sect.

Guyun closed her eyes, hoping to truly feel the final moments of life.

Zhenzhen recoiled as if pricked by a needle. Her pale face suddenly flushed with a vivid red—so startling against the white world around her.

Huang Chong ordered two guards to eat and drink in the main hall of the inn, while he quietly slipped into the private box on the second floor that Xu Jing had reserved. Inside, only Xu Jing sat, sipping wine and murmuring poetry to himself.

This young deity fascinated her. Of course, “young” was relative to her own divine age. In truth, among the gods of immense power, there were quite a few younger than the Lord of Dawn, Lathander. At least five or six such deities boasted divine ages of several thousand years.

But hearing something from a messenger was never the same as hearing Bao Yuanmin say it himself; Jiao Yu wanted to hear it from his lips once more.

“So, what level do you think you need to reach before you’ll marry me?” Wang Yazhi asked Li Tian.

The planet Red Dragon was a frontier world, without a government—just an ancient family ruling over what should have been a poor, desolate place. Here, all economic activity depended on interstellar travelers. The climate was harsh, the land barren, the beasts fierce, and not a single valuable mineral could be found.

“How about you bribe me again? I might point out the flaws in your acting for that TV drama,” Song Kanghao glanced sideways at the kitchen, smacking his lips.

“Alright, alright. I’m done here. I’m going to hang up now!” Xu Yang said to Li Tian.

Xuantian Territory was ruled by one of the nine ‘Holy Sovereigns,’ the Xuantian Holy Sovereign. It was said he was born of the primordial energies of heaven and earth—a being of boundless creation and unfathomable means.

“Over here.” Wang Qiang threw a punch at Roberts’ temple. Roberts, realizing what was happening and trying to dodge, was still struck hard. The impact left his head buzzing with the blow.