Volume 1, Chapter 33: Acquiring the Lost Ancient Tome

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After finishing up the arrangements for the Suwen Hall, he saw other disciples of the hall coming to take over the watch. He was ready to return and continue refining medicine and practicing his skills. Originally, a disciple’s chamber was assigned to him at the peak, but he declined it because the herb fields still required someone to guard them. However, upon descending the mountain, he found a young girl in the herb fields, carrying a ladle and watering the plants as she walked. She appeared to be about the same age as Zhao Fusheng, with her hair styled into twin buns and rosy cheeks. Each time her roller skates hit a step awkwardly, a heavy weight seemed to drop within him. She bore a mysterious hole in her body that would leave a scar—a grievous loss. She was unwilling to face reality. If she left the Great Hua Kingdom, could those assassins harm her? Iron Wind was distracted, skipping dinner and hiding in his room, agonizing over how to say goodbye to his sister Wan’er until his head ached. “Is that Yu Yan?” Madam Wang’s voice betrayed a hint of panic; she hadn’t expected Wang Yuyan to return at such a time. “I don’t think so, rest assured,” Mo Mo comforted her. Wang Qiang? Without an alibi, he was drawn into the surveillance list.

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The car didn’t stop. The driver’s skill seemed decent; as the vehicle veered off course, he quickly corrected it and prepared to leave. Perhaps after doubts, denials, and countless silent tearful nights, now, realizing she hadn’t misinterpreted things, she felt not relief at Ye Qingtian’s confession but an inexplicable pang of sadness. “These ornaments are so exquisitely crafted. I want to buy them for my mother—she loves these things!” Luo Shihan picked up a finely made silver hairpin, reluctant to put it down. After casually bargaining with the shopkeeper, she had Luo Heng pay and took all the hairpins displayed before them. Wan Sisi’s father? Wasn’t he the founder of the top national merchant house, Wan Hui Bank, and the current head of the largest financial conglomerate in modern China, Wan Hui Industry—Wan Tongtian? After drinking a bowl of ice water, Ye Muxue felt a cold wave flow along her throat, spreading through her limbs—a refreshing, soothing sensation. Every one of her 36,000 sweat pores seemed open and clear, as if she had consumed a ginseng fruit. “If Sister Chaoxia hasn’t returned today, I’ll find a chance to visit him tomorrow,” said Lü Xianger, puzzled by the sudden increase in interactions with Huo Qingsong. Suddenly, the black hurricane-encased barrier exploded with a thunderous roar. Countless black vortices emerged within, sweeping like an apocalyptic storm. A cruise ship slowly ran aground on the shore; three men disembarked, stepping softly on the sandy beach as they headed toward the seaside villa. The seven fire dragons were actually seven flames identical to the Nine Yang Fire absorbed upon arrival on the island. They coursed through his body, converging near the dantian and revolving around it, motionless for a long time. Yet Yu Xi grudgingly resented this verdict. She would rather forsake lifelong wealth than endure so many emotional upheavals. “Everyone will receive 200 gold coins upon logging in to learn secondary professions and buy potions. The rest can be exchanged for cash. We’ve been too broke to buy clothes these days,” I said while eating. Xuanyuan Ce sneered coldly, “Continue. Long Yichen, the more enemies you make, the harder it will be to end cleanly.” Though she had lost hope, she couldn’t help but vent her frustration.

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The deputy leader of the Eternal Realm, Zhan Cangqiong, wielded his long spear wildly, shouting loudly. Relying on the armored war vehicle’s defense, he forcibly knocked down several swordsmen beside me. Indeed, as swordsmen, it was difficult to withstand a knight’s charge, and I relied on the Wind Blade’s protection and superior gear to hold my ground. After speaking, everyone fell silent, deeply worried about the matter. He had received prior intel that Gong Men Yilang planned to dine at this restaurant tonight—a special feast known as the “Filth Banquet.” While contemplating, his gaze swept the surrounding cliff, suddenly spotting a problem. The Earth’s annual food consumption reaches 1 billion tons! What an immense business opportunity! After speaking, they slipped behind nearby tall grass. Soon, a group arrived, dressed uniformly and armed with matching swords. Leading them was a man in his thirties or forties who stopped near their hiding spot, scanning the area before speaking. When the topic came up, the disciples’ eyes in the hall burned with fiery eagerness, clearly yearning to join the Silver faction. Chen Liqing, positioned on the hillside, recruited the remnants of the Zhang family’s forces. These troops lacked morale but had held out due to Li Dingguo’s presence. Now that Li Dingguo had tumbled down the cliff, barely surviving, their fighting spirit evaporated, and Chen Liqing easily persuaded them to surrender. Thus, Emperor Ling left the deserted island with the mermaid’s heart. Shortly after he departed, a graceful figure appeared beside the slain mermaid. She had human legs, cradled the dead creature, her eyes bloodshot, fixated on the place where Emperor Ling had gone, roaring in fury. The late night in Southern Sichuan was restless, as was the night in Chengdu Prefecture. Lin Zhuo’s close aide, Ma Rong, seemed struck by a bolt from the blue. At present, it had no effect on Wang Hao. After a furious shout, he withdrew the tornado.