Volume One, Chapter 55: Spirit

The Yu clan is a quintessential commercial family, owning Xuanji Group and several other renowned enterprises. Their reputation is immense, and their technical strength formidable. Wanjia Group is a giant in the retail industry, with hundreds of department stores across the Western Chu nation, and has accumulated decades of experience in warehousing, logistics, and supply chain management.

Dian Wei nodded; with Cao Cao’s power, unifying the Netherworld might be difficult, but as long as he could forge the Azure Blade, all obstacles would vanish.

Damn it—Zhou San’s composure collapsed entirely in the next instant. His previously stern and pretentious demeanor gave way to an unspeakably awkward expression.

He couldn’t help but recall what An had told him about rules and laws. It seemed he truly had to start over and feel his way forward from the beginning.

The Celestial Lord Moon Toad and the Eight Heavens Lords glanced at each other, their faces reddening with shame. Together, they dropped to one knee.

Tai Ding spoke in a tone tinged with sorrow, gentle as if bidding farewell, or perhaps narrating a story that had nothing to do with himself.

Tie Shishi’s eyes were wide as saucers, her gaze vacant, her body rigid and stumbling backward, her hands clutching her head in pain.

Hua Xiong, upon hearing the words, was instantly jolted awake. He started the car, forcefully drove over the curb onto the road, stalled two or three cars in quick succession, then floored it to catch up.

One day, as usual, Yifu went up the mountain to gather herbs. To reach a certain plant on a cliff, she lost her footing and fell. By the time she was found, she had long since stopped breathing.

A master’s duel allows for no distractions—a single lapse can mean death. Besides, Zhang Tianbao’s vital energy was more robust than theirs, leaving no opportunity to listen to Ye Lianheng’s ramblings. For a moment, Ye Lianheng’s heart sank to the depths.

Meanwhile, the Zhang clan’s investigation into the Yuan family revealed that they had made substantial advances in nanotechnology. Perhaps their skills were advanced and sophisticated, but that did not mean others knew nothing about the field.

At this moment, Cang Jiuyao was no longer the valiant young general of the battlefield, but merely a helpless soul bereaved of kin.

With rice in the sack, firewood by the hearth, and you by my side, what more could we want, what cause have we for discontent?

“I’m sorry, I have no intention of selling,” Mo Ke hastily replied upon hearing the offer.

If none of this is real, then there is no reason for it to live on in my mind. Treating the teacher’s map as reality is, after all, just another kind of distortion.

Lu Qing and the others’ return drew everyone’s attention on the beach. Even before their boat docked, people had surged to the pier to await them.

“Forget it, forget it, go about your business,” Cang Luocheng sighed, feeling as though even the gods were amused at his expense.

“So this is the Phantom Serpent? What does it do?” Taoran looked at the artifact in confusion. Perhaps because it had been used once, its appearance showed no change, but the deep greenish-black aura within seemed to flow over its surface, exuding a strange and ineffable vitality.

Zhong Xi remained silent, feeling a gust of wind sweep past, lifting a strand of his hair before vanishing swiftly.

That night, Cang Wensheng had people search Cang Jiuyao’s courtyard and even the whole General’s Mansion, but found no trace of any suspicious person. Cang Jiuyao wondered if perhaps her nerves had simply played tricks on her eyes.

Immediately after, he went to the martial training grounds to refine the remnants of Heavenly Dao energy within him, using the Kunpeng Eighteen Transformations.

The Fish-Dragon Transformation was a demon art, as swift as any martial technique. In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a violet divine dragon.

Reflecting on his journey, he realized he had always been arrogant, indifferent to both the old generation and the young. With the “Most Overpowered Berserk Possession Subsystem”—a true game-breaking advantage—he could suppress them all.

Since Jiang Tian had invited her to negotiate, she was delighted at the chance to capture both Jiang Tian and the loyalists of King Moyun in one fell swoop.

After the joyous meal, Li Yang and the two old men agreed to fetch the orchids from the ancestral home together and set a time for treatment, then parted ways.

After receiving the triumphant news from the West, Wang Ze was very satisfied with the way Cao An and Fang Lei had handled things. Only through iron and blood could those in awe of power but lacking virtue be subdued. Since we Han people are so numerous, why not sow our seed across the world? Why leave fertile lands to others?

Yet Chen Fan, ever foresighted, looped the lunch box onto her stick and quickly retreated.

After traveling several hundred miles, Tian Ming saw the massive city wall of Ghostgate Pass, which stretched for dozens of miles. Ten miles before the wall lay a bamboo forest, where a Daoist sat cross-legged atop a thatched hut, watching as ghost after ghost was led away, pondering something in silence.

Well, Lu Xi thought, yet another dragon-blooded and another hybrid blood-dragon appears. Surely the cosmic will and the observers outside the box must be weary of this never-ending spectacle. In truth, he himself felt the same.

Chen Fan did not lose heart. Building on the True Spirit Sutra, he began to devise his own methods of attack, refining them bit by bit.

Han Feng swept his surroundings with the Haki of Perception, instantly detecting an unfamiliar presence.

Bu Feifan’s heart was as dark and heavy as water; this was a situation he had hoped never to see, and he immediately felt inclined to refuse Chacha’s request.

Before Feng could finish his words, the enemy leader’s pupils contracted in shock! As an elite jonin, he would never let his guard down before an unknown-level ninja.

Xiao Ye twisted his neck stiffly. The chilly wind blew, the earth mourned, and one pair, two pairs, three pairs of eyes stared at his frail figure without the slightest attempt to hide their scrutiny.