Volume One, Chapter 80: This Actually Works
That day, Murong Chen took Su Tong and Zhong Wubing, along with a squad of special forces soldiers, and boarded a plane directly to the uninhabited regions of Yun Province.
After all, there is no such thing as reaping without sowing in this world; if one wishes to seize an opportunity, it is impossible not to endure hardship. The path of cultivation is filled with trials at every turn, and only those with great perseverance can travel further.
This fellow—he probably won’t amount to much in this life. How many entrepreneurs rack their brains trying to get bank loans, fretting over financing? Yet people like Wen Shuo never even consider borrowing from a bank. If everyone were like him, the banks would go out of business.
Although what he gained wasn't some overnight, monumental achievement, it was still far beyond what he had ever dared to hope for before.
After the ribbon-cutting ceremony ended, all the guests boarded vehicles arranged by Shuoyuan Holdings and headed to the second floor of the Kaihuang Grand Hotel on Chengfu Road, where ten tables of fine food and wine awaited them.
He was afraid his grandmother would suspect him or his grandfather, afraid they had leaked the news, and so he deliberately put on this act.
After that strange and unsettling incident, Luo Xi discovered that the Eye of the Void, which had been damaged before, was unexpectedly restored.
Wen Shuo admired this greatly, yet couldn’t help but feel suspicious—Teacher Yang had said Ma Youcheng was unwell, but now he looked vigorous and full of life.
“If that’s really the case, and this guy isn’t lying, then the water god of Chigui Lake is beginning to awaken too… This can’t be a coincidence.”
However, such matters may be concealed from ordinary martial artists, but how could they possibly be hidden from those who stand at the very pinnacle of the world?
He was an astonishingly gifted youth, so talented it seemed unreal—at the fifth stage of the Bridge of Fate, he forcefully seized the top seat at the King’s Banquet. Among the Thirteen Kingdoms of Tianling, or even across the states of Eastern Qin, who could have imagined such a thing?
The merit required for the Dao Fruit of Heavenly Might naturally came after the Dao Fruit of Earthly Fiends; the merit requirement would not be reset.
Only after finishing his meal did Fu Jichang realize something was off: didn’t Ji Xiaobei say she was treating them just now? How did it end up being his treat instead?
In the end, the Flowing Moon Festival lasted just a day and a half before it had to be declared over. The nine great battle arenas stood empty—it turned out, not a single fight had taken place.
It was only a prisoner, whose life and death were entirely in his hands. To grant him such treatment was already more than generous. If he dared to take further liberties, Lü Xingshi would ensure he regretted it.
The princes of Wei rarely had a chance to interfere in state affairs, so they were more than happy to befriend well-informed and capable people like Su Qin, hoping to glean the latest inside news about the kings of the Five-Nation Alliance from his lips.
As Xiao Chen’s words fell, the Heaven-Burying Ruler erupted in dazzling divine light, summoning the power of ten directions to attack. The terrifying force of annihilation surged forth, making the Nine Luminaries Swordmaster freeze in his tracks, his expression rigid.
When Li Yunjiong first heard it, he felt uneasy, but now he was used to it, and even found it oddly endearing.
Watching his subordinates sink beneath the lake one by one, and as the surface gradually calmed and they rested there forever, Feng Yue, hiding behind a tree halfway up the mountain, clenched his fingers around the trunk, his face twisted with hatred.
After a while, Yan Chixia returned, carrying a wine jar, a porcelain bowl, and several talisman papers. He set down the jar and bowl, picked up the talismans, bit his fingertip, and began to draw—yet another talisman.
“How much gold are you worth?” A cold voice rang out. Although Han Yun did not turn around, every inch of his skin prickled with dread, his hair standing on end.
More and more soldiers from the Kingdom of Cheshi poured out. Though Ji Fan fought desperately to hold them back, he had only a few hundred men facing a force over ten times their number. In barely a quarter of an hour, he was overwhelmed, and after several fierce clashes, fewer than fifty soldiers remained at his side.