Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: If You Can’t Win, You Can’t Run Away

The mysterious man had already been shaken when he saw Yecheng hold the soft sword with only two fingers, and now, seeing him break a sword with his qi, he was frightened through to the marrow.

He had toiled for decades, but all he had cultivated was the inner energy in his own body. The other, however, had already trained his true qi to the point where it could gather inward and release outward with effortless ease. Such mastery was far beyond anything he could have imagined—far beyond, even.

Ren Shiyi once said: There was once a fool who, when asked anything, answered, “No.” Ask him if he had money, he said, “No.” Ask him if he had a home, he said, “No.” Tell me, have you ever met such a fool?

Even King Kedakeli was furious. Those excited, ecstatic shouts were like slaps to his face, and before he had even come fully into his strength, those pirates had already mocked him.

At Lin Qingxuan’s suggestion, they planned to rest in Mount Fanjing for the night and set out the next day, traveling back to Hangzhou City.

These spoiled young wastrels were all from the eastern district and knew that Lin Xian was merely the owner of a teahouse. Most of their families were wealthy and powerful; they could not even take seriously a man who merely ran a teahouse.

Gao Cheng wrote on until after ten, filling three entire sheets with Yang Yu’s proposal and his own conclusions, gathering everything into the report now in his hand.

“Of course,” Wang An said with a smile. “If the other three great families of Heishan City should intervene and help the Zhao clan besiege Yang Juncheng, we won’t be late either.”

For him, this was the only chance to turn the tables. He had seen the insect array that once bewildered Lin Qingxuan. With Fahai’s present level of cultivation, he might not withstand that array. If he truly attempted to force his way into the Venom Immortal Sect to seize the Five-Colored Immortal Silkworms, his chances of success were likely less than even.

It was a shop that sold medicated pills and herbal ingredients. The attendant was a classical Eastern beauty in a cheongsam, polite and gentle, and though she knew that Feng Tiandao and the others were newcomers, she showed them no disdain at all.

When he saw him again, he had become an imposing, handsome, handsome young man, with hawk-like eyes beneath thick brows that could stir the heart.

At that moment, although the recruits had not yet climbed onto the vehicle, they were led by the two veterans Wu Liuyi and Yang Yu. The recruits behind guessed that the company they were headed toward would not be very different, and their minds settled.

In truth, what Lin Ping cared about was precisely what the other veterans cared about, was it not? If, when they had first been in the street, no one had had time to dwell on these matters, then now, as soon as the bespectacled man spoke first, Sun Hu and Ding Cunhao—who also held a deep impression of it—immediately fixed their gaze on Su Yu.

Li Mo stepped forward a little. A crackling, clattering sound of bones came through his body, as though it were being reborn.

Lin Huai’s steps faltered for a moment. He turned and glanced at the monk’s back; he did not know why, but this monk gave him a frightening, dangerous feeling.

At the very least, Lu Tianjing could only choose to strike mercilessly—first kill the parasitized companion, and then give his full attention to Bie Buxi.

This cultivation method was indeed heaven-defying, no less astonishing than the Six-Realm Reincarnation Celestial Skill. It is hard to deny that it is counted among the strongest arts under heaven.

The faces of those in the hall froze; none had expected Fang Heng to be so direct in the face of the Grand Elder of True Transmission.

Lu Tianjing unconsciously frowned. He had first thought that Chu Lei, the Sanctum, or Nightrain were preparing to take revenge at an opportune moment, yet what came was a guild with nothing to do with any of them.

Lu Tianjing said nothing; instead, he drew a dark violet vial of elixir from his pack.

Ling Xian was equally powerful and had already defeated two princes, which proved his fierce strength.

Xu Jiujing’s counterattack shattered the entire line of the investigation team; one by one, they sank to their knees in the Hall of Revering Heaven and admitted they had taken bribes from Ma Yun. Yet they firmly insisted that the investigation results were all true and valid, and it was only because Ma Yun seemed truly to be a good man that they had, albeit unwillingly, accepted his carriage expenses.