Volume One, Chapter 71: If Youth Is Not Wild, Is It Still Youth?

The second-generation leader of Emei was Abbess Fengling, whose monastic name was chosen by Guo Xiang in memory of her first encounter with Yang Guo at Fengling Ferry. For over a hundred years since the Treaty of Chanyuan, the two nations had not engaged in any large-scale military conflicts; the borders were peaceful, relations across the river were harmonious, and the people lived and worked in contentment. When Luofeng learned the reason behind it all, he was both amused and exasperated. However, as for whether Yuxin should withdraw from school, he still needed to consult Xiao Yutong.

As night fell, Luofeng sat on the lake holding Changsheng in his arms. A full moon reflected on the water’s surface, rippling gently, while the world around them was tranquil and still. Li Kui noticed a large bluestone nearby, so he set his old mother upon it, then sat beside her, thrusting his broadsword into the ground at his feet. Zhu Gui also went off to fetch water from another side.

From that day on, the nearby villages found stability; the villagers naturally praised Chao Gai to the skies. In no time, he had become the acknowledged overlord of the region, and the title “Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King” resounded far and wide because of this very event.

“I just started today—whose junk car is this? Move it for me!” To be this brazen on the first day—he truly was one of a kind. Cheng Feng’s tone was arrogant beyond compare. As he spoke, his figure flickered ever so slightly and, as if crossing space itself, he slipped out from the encirclement in an instant.

Cheng Feng’s icy voice rang out. As he spoke, the Endless Blade had already pierced the fourth elder of the inner sect, blood spraying as the blade burst from the elder’s chest in a flash.

Yet Li Yang seemed not to hear Hong Jinlong’s warning. He simply reached for the shadow with one hand. The Ghost Hand, seeing Li Yang act so recklessly, was delighted and burst out laughing.

Simon felt utterly hopeless. Was he truly this useless? After half a year of cultivation, his magic was only good enough to light a cigarette. Yet a frog, in just two months, had mastered formal spells—and even mutated? Was life even fair?

Without hesitation, he drew his blade from his waist and hacked downward. The head with the grotesque horns flew spinning to the ground, rolled a few times, and its furious eyes glared at the row of warriors ahead, then bit down viciously on the boot tip of the very soldier who had cried out moments before.

In the distance where the car had just left, there were two figures—had Xia Yi been present, she would have recognized them as Yelü Hongyu and Chen Chen, whom she had met once before.

“That’s impossible.” The old man was shocked, his mouth gaping wide, revealing toothless gums.

Its head, as if soaked in blood, with menacing horns and fangs, ten fingers hooked into claws, and that threatening howl—all seemed to declare its perilous nature.

Yuan Ting landed on a relatively clean patch of ground, but when he turned, he saw Meng Qi standing silently atop a hitching post.

He had always thought Qin Chen was a strong fighter, but never could he have imagined him as a near-mythical figure with supernatural power. At this moment, Du Qingfeng felt a trace of reverence for Qin Chen deep in his heart.

His instincts told him that, in the future, it would be wise to avoid any dealings with the underworld. From the words of the Ghost of Impermanence, it seemed Zhong Kui’s descent to the mortal realm was anything but simple. Who knew what darkness lurked within the netherworld?

But Chen Yuan could wait no longer. After reaching the fifth level of Qi cultivation, progress became increasingly difficult. After a whole night of arduous practice, he barely improved the quality of his internal energy, though the strengthening of his body was becoming more pronounced.

Sun Butong originally thought that since Xue Bingxin had kidnapped Han Qiuming, Tang Yuanying would not dare to act rashly, forced to endure humiliation and let Sun have his way.

There were even moments when she wanted to lose herself in the present, not caring about the future. Now that she loved him, she would love him well; if that feeling faded, she would deal with it later.

The “Supreme Marrow Cleansing Scripture” was profound and far-reaching. Lu Lala recited it line by line, and Ji Longjun and his brother listened with utmost attention.

On the booklet, written in ancient bold characters, was “One Qi Becomes Two Streams”—the very ancestral manual Ji Longjun and his brother had found in the ruins of their family estate.

About the time it would take for an incense stick to burn, Ling Feng and the others had made it through the Blackwater Ravine, after which tranquility returned once more.

On the plateau, to have no cow dung meant to have no warmth or fuel. They could no longer brew tea or roast mutton.

The sooner matters were settled, the sooner the human race could develop. That way, no matter what might happen in the future, they would have a greater chance of victory.

With Murdoch’s rate of recovery, it would not take long for him to heal. However, if one could affect his state of mind...

Jian Han was carried into the master bedroom and placed on his absurdly wide bed. He pressed down, his towering frame completely enveloping her.

An Yixia hesitated to speak. She had so many questions, but Uncle Ming and Ah Feng, just like before, only offered official-sounding answers, giving her nothing useful.

Suddenly, Xiao Mo sensed a dazzling red light flash at his side, followed by a chill that instantly wrapped him in a barrier of cold energy. With a boom, the barrier blasted through numerous seals and restraints, vanishing in the blink of an eye into the distance.

Two camel beasts blocked his retreat, their antennae writhing, the folds of flesh on their chests poised to strike.

Only when he dismounted and stood by the carriage, seeing Chu Lian being helped out by Wen Lan, did a glimmer of light appear in his cold eyes. He took an eager step forward to support Chu Lian, but she shot him a fierce glare and he withdrew his hand.

“Still haven’t found the whereabouts of the Xintu couple?” The tracker changed the subject to a lighter topic.

Yet Liu Hankun, Zhao Yun, and Li Zhan were as helpless as if paralyzed, left at the mercy of others. At the same time, some still didn’t grasp what Zhuang Feng’s last statement meant—if the medicine wasn’t on the blade, then when was it?