Volume One, Chapter 22: The Vengeful Spirit Seeks a Life

Xu Jingwei’s words secretly delighted Lin Wenyuan, who resolved to pin the matter firmly on Lin Qingwu. In his view, the charge of driving a servant to death was vastly different from that of murder itself—especially since the victim was the wet nurse of the mother she had harmed.

"You are not worthy of crossing blades with me. In this world, there are fewer than ten people qualified to challenge me, and you are not among them." Ichiro Yamano held his katana horizontally and took a slight step forward, his overwhelming aura instantly bearing down upon the Fox.

"Yes, Uncle Master. I believe the Sect Leader made the wisest decision in appointing you as the Elder of the Enforcement Hall. You are the very embodiment of impartiality and justice." Upon learning that he would be spared, Chiyang immediately began to heap flattery upon the old man.

A sharp bird cry pierced the air. The Cloud-Piercing Eight-Winged Bird folded its wings, reverted to human form, and darted like lightning back to the sides of the Illusion Dragon and the Savage Ox.

Just as she had stealthily climbed out of bed, the door was suddenly flung open from the outside. Startled, she scrambled back into bed and pulled the quilt over herself.

"This item," he said, his gaze drifting into the distance as if lost in profound thought—though, in reality, he was merely whetting the soldiers' appetites.

Bichir lowered his head and took a deep breath. "I can tell you everything, but you must guarantee my safety. I can give you something you have dreamed of your entire life."

He Ye-hua did not wait for Wu Yulin. He kept his promise and did not force her, respecting her choice. Aside from contacting Duan Shulan, he told no one of Wu Yulin’s whereabouts and departed Snow City alone.

Weiwei paused upon hearing this, then moved the dagger away from my throat. A heavy weight lifted from my heart, though I knew it might only be a temporary reprieve from death.

Guan Duwang wore nothing but prison rags. He looked desolate, yet carried an air of languor as he leaned against a wall, his hands and feet pressed against the floor.

Perhaps that soldier never realized he was merely a pawn in a greater strategy. Yet, this was the so-called aesthetic of kings: they required others to willingly sacrifice their lives for them, all while remaining filled with gratitude.

As news of this spread, many great powers would surely be unsettled. It was likely that no clan in the world, save for the Li family of the Yan tribe, wished to see the Heaven-Burning War Body reappear. There could be only one Heaven-Burning War Body in this world, and that was Di Yuan.

"The events of a past life are beyond your current influence, but since the child has been born, shouldn't you take responsibility to the end?" Tian Ying remarked.

She recounted the dinner with Director Chu and the production crew, explaining that Lian Cheng had been drinking—quite heavily, in fact—but he had not driven; he had been in the backseat with her.

"Tremble!" Aogu let out a long howl. In an instant, all eight of his arms struck out simultaneously, pressing down toward Li Feiyu. The firmament shattered, and explosions echoed endlessly, leaving massive handprints even upon the Eternal Piling.

Xiao Ran could feel my sincerity, or perhaps sincerity requires no words; a single gesture is enough to convey it.

I said everything I could to the head teacher, but it was useless. There was no way she would agree to switch Xu Jingru back to my side.

Though I did not know why my magical power was so difficult to mobilize, a seasoned veteran always has his ways—the Demon-Crossing Needle, for instance.

In the end, I had no choice but to call Aunt Li Jing, but even she did not know where Xiao Ran had gone.

"Stop, stop..." A group of dark-skinned natives, dressed in ethnic jackets, wearing branches on their heads, and carrying wooden rifles, blocked their path.