Volume One, Chapter 60: Sugar May Not Make It Sweet, but Vinegar Will Surely Make It Sour

The Cloud Leopard Cavalry and nearly ten thousand soldiers of Qian gathered in the square, their eyes flickering, unable to ignore the battle between two colossal phantasms at its center.

This was a ruined temple standing beside a lonely cliff. No one knew who had built the temple here, but because the place was so remote and rarely visited, the temple appeared battered and dilapidated, as if it might collapse and vanish into the winds and sands at any moment.

Behind Yue Lingfeng stood Ren Yingying; if he evaded, Ren Yingying’s back would be exposed, and she would surely be struck. Yue Lingfeng's sword quivered, unleashing the fourth move of the Nine Swords of Solitude, "Breaking Spear Form." At this critical juncture, he stabbed rapidly. With a clang, nine spears, along with the hands that gripped them, tumbled to the ground.

When Qin Hao crouched down, the first arrow of force had already grazed his head and shot past him.

Another flaw, which Ye Li had noticed, lay in the character of the Celestials. The Celestials were aloof, most lacking any other emotions.

Strictly speaking, this structure was actually a huge golden tree soaring into the sky, its crown hidden from sight.

Naruto’s open mouth fell silent, and a bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The Beixuan family had coveted the Tai Chi Xuan Tian Infant for a long time, but, constrained by the rules of the righteous sects, had never had a reason to take it. So this time, the Beixuan family secretly bribed members of the Five Yin Sect to steal the Tai Chi Xuan Tian Infant, after which Beixuan would "defend the Dao," reclaiming it for themselves.

Seemingly hearing the words "have children," Brother Wu became excited: "Yes, yes, have children! Let’s go home and make children!" He spoke loudly, and those nearby laughed.

"Lord Illusion Dream, forgive my discourtesy!" Before the mage finished speaking, sturdy ropes of wind tightly bound Illusion Dream, rendering her immobile.

"Qingyang, is it? You’ve made it this far, which truly surprised me. You are impressive." Du Shouyan looked at Qingyang, a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips.

After leaving the gates of Sunset Town, Qingyang turned back for a gentle look at the place where he had lived for twenty years. Once again, he was about to leave. He didn’t know why, but his heart was filled with a profound melancholy, as if this departure might be forever.

This was the commanding aura that upper-level cultivators should have over those beneath them. No need for words, just two, and Wu Qiushi was drenched in sweat, gasping for breath.

His sister wiped the grease from her mouth and stared straight at him. Black Thirteen shrugged, patted his backside, and prepared to leave.

Zhou Chen did not reject the goodwill extended by the hunters’ team, and his sense of belonging to Shishan Village grew deeper.

Luo Jinyan felt her waist getting thicker; at this rate, after her confinement, she’d certainly be too plump. Practicing swordplay could help her regain her figure, so she gladly agreed, conveniently ignoring the part about waking up two hours earlier every day.

The Luo family had no strict rules like those of the great clans; everything followed country customs. Zhang had heard of this and did not object, smiling and consenting. Three days after visiting the in-laws, she accompanied Luo Shao and Luo Jinyan back to Changping.

Even now, Tianchu couldn’t understand why such a situation had arisen, nor whether it was right or wrong, if it would ruin Yunfei, or destroy the Pure Yang Sword. Yet Tianchu had witnessed its power; if there were truly no other way, he would consider trying again.

"A feeling of nostalgia." The scent at his fingertips calmed him instantly. It seemed no matter how he changed, old habits remained.

He didn’t know why, but images began to form in his mind—emerald orchards, green and red plums—a name so vivid, it was full of imagery.

Countless cultivators and Daoists dreamed of ascending to the Galan Palace in broad daylight.

"Hahaha, you say you’ll kill me?" Zhou Chen laughed. "What does it matter if you’re all grandmasters? I have six grandmasters on my side, and you only have five. How will you compete?"

How could he know that Meng Linpei and the others would arrive at this precise time? It wasn’t just one person and one vehicle, but several people and several cars, trailing someone—so many variables. How could he be so precise? Wasn’t he afraid of making a mistake?

Perhaps because of what had just happened, everyone was a bit shaken; now, no one continued to stir up trouble.

This was what Lin Bing and Lan Ziyi admired. His relaxed demeanor helped them both feel less tense.

His mastery of talisman arts was only intermediate; to craft advanced talismans, he would have to elevate his skills further.

Cai Jingqi looked gratefully at Hu Meilin and nodded, "Alright, I’ll go to Mingdu with you."

His usually indifferent eyes now seemed to conceal something unfathomable.

Seven years—he had always learned about her through Meng Linpei: every description, every photograph, all came alive the moment he saw her.

After all, entering the cave meant opportunity, wealth, and a chance to rise above others. But those in the loser’s bracket were far from such chances; without fighting desperately, they would lose them forever.