Chapter 12: The Twenty-Eight Strings in Hand

In truth, Li Wan’s courteous demeanor toward Su Su was not only because she had learned about her identity and background from Li Xuan, but more importantly because Su Su had sheltered Yin Feng and greatly assisted Li Wan. After all, Li Xuan was known for his stubborn temperament.

Ke Qingyun swallowed hard, glanced around, found an exceptionally tall tree, and without hesitation, swiftly climbed up.

Gu Weiyong’s words immediately caused Ji Chang to furrow his brow. He had originally thought that with Master Gu present, this divine tomb would be easily conquered. Yet, upon arrival, Gu’s remarks suggested otherwise—implying even he could not handle it.

“Great Jin Mountain” was the only place in Linzi District that could truly be called a mountain, standing about two hundred meters high and covering roughly twenty hectares. It was over twenty kilometers away from Zhengwang Village.

“Perhaps the time hasn’t come yet,” said General Shenwei. Just the thought sent chills down his spine.

“Tell me, how many demons have you eliminated these past few days?” Elder An strode directly behind the table, took a seat, adjusted himself comfortably, and then asked.

During the time I was unconscious, it seemed that Si Di had been wandering alone for a long while. Only when I awoke today did Si Di emerge from the labyrinth, dispel the chaos, and find dawn and hope.

Tang Feng was lying there bored when the door opened. Lu Zihao and Gangzi entered with smiles, followed by a stranger.

This time, Lu Zihao and company also wore grave expressions. To outsiders, it seemed their moods were heavy, but upon reaching the fourth floor’s special care area, their stern faces softened.

“How much do you want?” Cai Ran felt this was an outright scam; it simply couldn’t be true.

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Bai Qionghai also looked serious, as Xiao Wen had just presented an utterly perplexing conclusion.

“Heh, it’s the New Year, and we have to meet in secret. What a game,” Xue Kui chuckled. Though he observed junior etiquette before Kou Zhun, his speech was far more casual.

“What’s going on? Everyone, stand up!” Outside the restricted area, Jin Yuan yanked at his jersey, wiped his forehead forcefully, shouted loudly, and stormed inside.

But the most crucial matter was the major project I had just discussed with Fan Zhongyan. It hadn’t even been approved yet, and the infrastructure funding was already cut—how could that be allowed?

Outer disciples supported Jian Yi not only because they heard he was willing to confront Luo Li and Wang Xuezhang at the monthly exam to stand up for them but also because of his over ten years’ status as an outer disciple.

Before the match, fans had analyzed and predicted extensively, even comparing the two teams point by point. Yet the majority concluded that Bayern Munich would defeat Arsenal.

Though he now possessed the Flame Cup Flying Sword, a high-grade innate spiritual weapon, this might be a rare treasure to other cultivators, but for Jian Yi, who had knowledge of all magical artifacts, it was still insufficient.

After destroying two magical treasures in one strike, the Earth-Heavy Sword seemed unhindered as it continued thrusting toward the two masters at the Transforming God Realm.

“Hello!” A misunderstanding occurred. Lu Nan blushed slightly; he hadn’t intended to become a “leader.” It was just that during his convalescence in Nanjing, he had enjoyed the privileges of a “leader.”

After a moment’s thought, she decided such matters were best handled collectively, so she issued an imperial edict summoning people from the Eastern and Western Mansions for a meeting.

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Yet I felt no impact when the Fire Dragon struck the Black Tortoise. When the flames dissipated, I realized the Water Curtain Barrier had protected the Black Tortoise from the fire-attribute attack. The Nine Heavens Dragon Flame Pillar had burned the barrier itself, not the true form of the Black Tortoise.

Changqin: For five hundred years, above and below, I carried longing and guilt, waiting for the moment of reunion with you, Zhaodi. Do you know how deep my love is? But flowers bloom and wither, year after year. Where will you be now? If fate remains unfinished in the next life, I would rather betray the world than betray you.

The first step in the investigation was to find Young Master Xiao, but this proved troublesome. She didn’t know his name, where he lived, or his status—finding him was like searching for a needle in the ocean.

I sat on the sofa, pondering Wang Shun’s current plight, trying to find a reason for his sudden appearance. At that moment, a sudden knocking sounded at the door.

Turning back, I saw Wei Dong sprinting, with Zhang Ji and Liang Zheng close behind. But unfamiliarity with the terrain caused them to stumble into mud like madmen, losing Wei Dong’s trail. Yet no one showed alarm; they calmly pulled their feet from the mud, wiped them on nearby grass, and exchanged amused glances.

The Great Zhou did not regain consciousness as I had expected. He lay stiffly on the ground, utterly hopeless.

“Interesting!” Li Qiang’s curiosity deepened. He had long forgotten when he last exerted his full strength—not for lack of desire but because nothing could bear his terrifying power. Now, he wanted to see if this bow could withstand his might.

After leaving the museum and returning home, while helping Quan Shengnan unwrap gifts, Huo Xuetong asked her about her future plans.