Volume One, Chapter Ninety-One: The Last Supper

By the time Lin Kunyi realized what was happening, his heart filled with shock, it was already too late. A palm, whose origin was unknown, appeared suddenly. Although Lin Kunyi saw it, he could not dodge—the moment had already passed.

The crowd that had gathered here quickly dispersed, each seeking their next opportunity. Although the best team had not chosen them, they had no choice but to settle for second best, searching for other squads recruiting martial artists.

The more golden elixirs one condenses, the greater the consumption of resources; without astonishing wealth, it is impossible to sustain. Jiang Hong spoke slowly, recalling the past with lingering fear. When she was about to leave, she happened to encounter another group of demon cultivators, and nearly lost her life then.

She understood perfectly how Zhao Lingli felt now. She could empathize—she too had been lost and bewildered in those days.

Silently nodding, Lin Tianyu threw the remaining medicines onto the ground, then turned and left without hesitation.

Even a few more steps seemed like a problem. He squatted, pressing his Hegu point, forcing himself to stay conscious, to avoid fainting.

"Tianyu, you may choose as you like. If you run out of spirit stones, I can lend you some." As if it wasn't enough, He Zhengyi added another sentence.

"Then I won't leave! If need be, I'll stick with you!" Lin Kunyi protested, though he didn't know why the examiner had opened the door of opportunity for him. Still, he would not let go of such a rare chance.

"Why, are you unwilling?" At some point, Li Yingyue had arrived beside Tang Feng on her flying sword, glaring fiercely at him, making Tang Feng shudder.

Beside them, Yang Jue coughed and chimed in, "Mom! Just now I saw Dad's lips move. I know how to read lips! He said 'tigress'!" His face was adorably mischievous, like a child playfully speaking to his mother.

Having left Mingzhu Academy, all cultivation resources from now on would have to be earned personally. Without a few killer techniques, not only would it be impossible to survive in the Hunter's Guild, but even if one managed to obtain precious resources, they would quickly be snatched away by the guild's strongest.

The evening breeze was indeed cool, yet for those accustomed to the countryside, such hot days felt as comfortable as sitting in air conditioning when sweating from the heat—catching a chill was nearly impossible.

Gui Kui, berated by Huo Jun, mumbled for quite a while without saying anything. Huo Jun's words rang true; he had heard them from Gui Fei before, but in his heart, he still could not overcome this hurdle.

The Seven Wolves of Lingshan, after Snake One's slap, seemed to slip back into a trance; a fruitless punch did nothing to affect their state of mind.

Yet even so, he dared not move again. Fei Wolf's gaze exerted such pressure on his mind that he regained his composure. And when he looked at the stern-faced Number One, icy fear surged within him.

Ye Fei was overwhelmed with excitement. He had been waiting for Master Feng Zhi to come to him. His heart was filled with confusion and doubt, with karmic burdens and illusions, all awaiting Feng Zhi's guidance.

"There are no absolutes. There are countless martial arts and cultivation methods in the world. You are simply too arrogant." Lin Yi replied coldly.

As a commanding general, Li Ji possessed the power and authority to control his troops. At his arrival, the clamor abruptly ceased.

Jiang Yun's expression changed. This was a martial artist of the Supreme Realm; even a casual strike would possess terrifying power—such force was beyond his ability to withstand.

True news should reveal the essence of reality, not merely rely on sensational headlines to attract attention! These principles were ingrained in us at school; we should not abandon them in society out of fear of authority. If darkness hides beneath a tranquil surface, then let the light shine in.

Yet at the edge of the sea of blood, an invisible force seemed to restrain its flow, preventing it from surging outward. The entire sea of blood rose and fell as if breathing, constantly devouring demonic energy to replenish its strength.

Dos, after crashing into a large tree, finally steadied himself, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes, which once held contempt, were now filled with astonishment.

Liu Jiang mused silently. After half a year, he had finally found his grandson; there was no way he would let this clue slip by.

Unbeknownst to all, the Seven Emotions Lotus had deeply taken root in the people's hearts, absorbing their sincere blessings and growing ever stronger. The Immortal Alliance seized the opportunity to rally all sides, stabilize the people's hearts, and gradually rebuild its prestige.

"Who can deny it? What a pity—when you realize the one you love is actually my sister, you find yourselves separated by two lifetimes." Fairy Ni Shang said to She Bi Shi.

By now, Zhou Tian had won fifteen consecutive matches, with only four left. He understood well that these final bouts would determine his ranking in this tournament.

Jingxian watched their playful quarrel with envy. She barely had the chance to say a single word to him, while the other could laugh and joke freely. She was not jealous of Yuxuan; aside from envy, there was no ill will.

The departure of Sky Eagle meant he did not hear their conversation. If he had been present, he would have recognized the truth—after ten thousand cycles of reincarnation, he held the memories of all members of the Fire Phoenix Clan.

When Zhou Tian regained his senses, he tried to get up, but was kicked down again. Then came a flurry of punches and kicks—though the pain was intense, he could not rise, and could only shield his head with his hands to minimize injury.

It seems Mother’s words in her letter were all true. In the unseen workings of fate, everything feels destined.

She did not reply, nor did she look at him. Her tone was calm as she told the taxi driver the address she wanted to go to.

The remote was broken and the path uphill. Seeing him struggling with the wheelchair, Xu Wenwen reached out to give him a helpful push.

Each time he finished a jade orb and reached for new materials, Lu Zi’an would glance at the screen’s contents.