Chapter 64: The Second Female Lead in a Coming-of-Age Tale?

Even so, with one arm broken, Qin Ji had lost most of her fighting ability, especially since it was her dominant hand. Meanwhile, Qi Jiaran, who had been bickering with Tian Huan, quickly stopped and hurried after Qi Hao, wanting to accompany him. Qin Ming nodded when he heard Xu Xinpeng’s suggestion, and then Xu Xinpeng left the office.

Ilona shook her head vigorously, trying to rid her mind of all those negative thoughts. Just because the dagger could not be found now didn’t mean it would never be found. As long as there was even a one percent chance, it was as good as fifty percent. At a time like this, optimism was necessary.

Fang Tianmu was puzzled, stating that although the exit he saw in the temporal passage was chaotic, it was not nearly as exaggerated as described.

Over there, Bell stood in front of a round table piled high with delicacies. Using both hands—and, for convenience, even propping one foot on the bench—she ate with grease running down her mouth, her cheeks bulging as she chewed.

Liu Dingtian racked his brains, wondering how to return to the Chasing Sun Sect with Jin Ling. Regardless of Ye Xuan’s reasons, going there to investigate had become imperative.

A notification sounded—a new membership application had appeared on the Freestyle Fighting Club’s page. As the club president at Jianghai University, the muscular man always reviewed each application personally.

Normally, the use of the recording studio was scheduled in advance. Yet even though Qin Ming had arrived at the notified time, he still had to wait and wait, which finally began to irritate even his mild temper.

Soon after, the representatives of the Immortal Realm, the Buddhist Realm, the Netherworld, the Human Nations, and the Demon Tribe all arrived as expected.

At this moment, Bu Hai had fully completed the Asura bloodline inheritance, which had fused and mutated with the Tyrant’s legacy, merging the two divine abilities into one.

Combat Sambo, once world-renowned as the hand-to-hand combat system of the infamous KGB, was Red Bear’s most notorious legacy.

As for Old Lady Yu, she was the most envious of all. This couple had done what she had long dreamt of but never dared: already planning where to plant tomatoes and beans, volunteering to buy fertilizer and seeds.

Mingyue did not hesitate, arranging a nearby room for Lu Youxiao on the fifth floor. Of course, she never mentioned anything about the room fee. With such a relationship, talking about money would only hurt feelings.

Though lazily lounging beneath the grape arbor, eyes half-closed, enjoying the breeze from two maidservants, there was always an unspeakable pressure emanating from him.

Sister Jing spun around, eyes wide. How pleased with yourself are you? Think this is the end, that you’ve passed the test and can give thanks for the decree?

“There have indeed been many martial artists in Giant Rock City lately, but as for their purpose, we truly don’t know…” Mingxiu replied after a moment’s thought, eyes full of confusion. He was not lying—the news about the Three Primordial Energies Technique had been overheard by Mingyue.

Li Feng watched as the man effortlessly deflected his full-force attack. His pupils contracted, and his heart grew heavy. It seemed things would not end peacefully today.

Just reaching the restroom door, Li Lan caught a pungent odor. He quickly stepped back, inhaling deeply on his cigarette to mask the smell.

This was why Li Feng felt at ease letting them nurture in a dreamscape. Otherwise, he would never have exposed his trump card so easily.

Yiliu then said, “Of course there are clean quilts. Don’t worry, I’ll have someone bring new bedding right away. You two are really delicate, can’t stand even the slightest discomfort.” Shaking her head, she walked out.

“I’ll go with you!” Duan Chi said without hesitation. He was eager to find out if it really was that boy.

In that instant, the Yin-Yang Eye erupted. At the same time, black and white divine light burst from his body, and the wings behind him—one white, one black—flashed brilliantly.

Despite their personalities, Lin Yifeng could tell that these two sisters were always diligent in protecting Zhang Zixuan, never slacking in their duties.

If the Bai Ze clan were guides for wandering souls, leading them to their destined places in the afterlife, then the Demon King was their true leader—commanding the spirits of the entire demonic beast clan for his own ends.

“That would be best.” Though unsure how much truth lay in his words, Baili Canglian still nodded.

Carefully, he placed the two pills back into the porcelain bottle, pressed the stopper firmly into place, and tucked the bottle into his robe.

The new village chief, Wang Youcai, was the eldest son of the late chief Wang Zefu. After his father’s death, he succeeded him as the head of Langxia Village.

“Everyone, get down here and kill the Wuhuan!” Xiao Yi shouted as soon as the situation was under control. The young men, their blood boiling from watching atop the roof, leapt down eagerly to finish off the stragglers. The last few Wuhuan riders were pitifully skewered by dozens of spears, left riddled with holes.

There was also a warning for everyone at home, especially the children: even if it’s a familiar face, don’t open the door casually. The three men must never all leave together—one must always stay to watch the house.

I smiled wryly. It was true: so much had happened recently, I hadn’t called home in ages, and felt quite guilty about it. The old lady was getting on in years; it wasn’t easy for her. Fortunately, I still had in my backpack some monkey head mushrooms and lingzhi that my godmother from Qitaihe had given me. I’d bring them home to make her happy.

The farther north Mo Tiange flew, the greater the pressure from the cold wind. After half a day, her whole body grew stiff. She was puzzled—she was already at the peak of mid-Foundation Establishment, yet even she couldn’t withstand the chill. What about the lower-ranking disciples of the Orthodox Sect? Did they never leave the sect? Or was there some secret she didn’t know?

Yet things weren’t entirely fine. Here and there, a few trees remained unturned, their leaves not yet green. I guessed they had died in last year’s snow disaster. That’s the way of nature: survival of the fittest. The dead trees must have looked strong on the outside but were hollow within, so nature weeded them out.

“Oh, Second Aunt, you’re here? Sorry to embarrass myself in front of you. When did you arrive? That day, Ziqing said she’d come visit, but I haven’t been well enough to go see you. Since you’re here, please stay for a few more days,” Madam Liu greeted her.

So I recounted to Old Yi everything I’d learned from Third Grand-Aunt Huang during New Year’s. Just as I expected, Old Yi listened so intently while chewing on peanuts that he was dumbfounded. It was no wonder—the story really was too astonishing.