Volume 1, Chapter 30: The Feast Ends, the Old Man Leaves a Gift

The banquet came to an end.

Zhao Fusheng and Yun Yao escorted Zhang Yifeng and Senior Brother Wang all the way to the entrance of Gouzi Forest.

“Young friend, having become the foremost disciple of the Hall of Elixirs, you are certain to have a brilliant future.”

“Be sure to work hard!”

Zhao Fusheng murmured an acknowledgment, but then fell silent, overcome by mixed emotions.

As a Nascent Soul expert, Wang Xuanyuan was a towering figure wherever he went, and no one dared defy his wishes. Who could have imagined that, in high spirits today and wishing to take on a disciple, he would instead be brushed off with one excuse after another, simply because the other party refused to accept him as a master? How could he possibly feel happy about that?

After logging in through his photonic brain and entering the Shattered Moon game space in the form of a virtual avatar, Ye Tian discovered that he had been transported to the City of Blood Moon—a fantastical city floating amid the stars, and the activity hub for all players.

But by then, it was clearly too late. The flying sword had traveled only five or six feet when a barrier of light appeared ahead. With a clang, it struck the sword back.

The only consequence was that the vehicle inevitably slowed down. Within minutes, more and more Wind Wolves rushed toward them, while Shadow Leopards and ghouls likewise surrounded the vehicle, poised to pounce.

In truth, it was not only James. The Space Gate had now become a giant in the industry.

Thinking this over, Chen Banshan decided that he had to imitate Jian Ren and disguise himself as a believer of Azure Heaven. He was a believer of Azure Heaven. At that moment, Chen Banshan kept telling himself that he was indeed a believer of Azure Heaven—even if he had to kill Azure Heaven, he would still remain one of its believers.

After that, several more groups of Khitans charged in with the intention of looting. Even the gilt edging around the zitan wood table was pried off by the soldiers and stuffed into their arms.

In the Celestial Realm, the only people of this sort now, apart from Longbrow of the Sword Cultivators’ Alliance, were Sun Wukong. Longbrow was not someone who could be moved easily at present, so they could only begin with Sun Wukong.

As for where the strange gate of light led, Zhao Hao and the others were extremely curious. Unfortunately, they had no way to enter, and the Space Gate had already vanished.

Wu Can was frightening for two reasons. First, poison-worm cultivators were bizarre by nature. Second, he had nourished the poison worms with his own body, which made him not only stronger than ordinary poison-worm cultivators, but also different from common people in temperament and thought. Grand Master Daku and his companions, on the other hand, were frightening because of their sect’s background and their own strength.

Aetius said nothing. He merely glared fiercely at the High Priest before being shoved out by the guards.

Hachimura and the other leaders also wished to extricate themselves as soon as possible. They had originally been looking forward to Liu Peng taking over the work that followed in their territories, which would have relieved them of much pressure. Now that Liu Peng had said this, they could not help feeling somewhat disappointed.

Looking at the lush forest surrounding them, the middle-aged man’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he pondered to himself.

Leo rode a docile mare, just as his father had once done. The guards opened the way ahead of him. Then, upon seeing Anthony riding toward him from the opposite direction, he hurriedly dismounted and bowed to his father in greeting.

A foreboding feeling welled up from the depths of Ahong’s heart. He, too, sensed that something was unusual, yet he could not say exactly what.

“You’ve been washing your hands a great deal lately. This is the fifth time today.” At the doorway where the inner and outer curtains met, Helenputina stood leaning against the frame, her hair tied in a ponytail.

Kaimaisi was delighted as well, feeling as though a heavy stone had finally been lifted from his heart. He was proud to have helped the nobleman Kalabis, though what he hoped for even more was that Kalabis would provide stronger support for the political career of his idol, Caesar.

The Mantemanning family, however, was entirely different from the Phoenix family. They were newly risen nobles who had grown powerful through commerce only in the past decade or two. So long as a venture was profitable and legal, they wanted a hand in it.