Volume One, Chapter 76: What is Mine is Yours, and I Too Belong to You

Master Chengyuan, you are too kind. The fault lies with me for not informing your sect in advance of this visit. I will certainly send a gift at a later date to express my apologies. The High Priest of the Sacrificial Hall was somewhat intimidated by Chengyuan’s suggestion to pay a visit, for there are secrets within the Sacrificial Hall that must not be known to outsiders.

Tang Qin’s demeanor remained leisurely, while Zhong Zhiyan’s gaze betrayed worry and a desire to speak, yet he held himself back.

The tone, the glance, and the series of gestures—all revealed Mo Zixuan’s helplessness toward Yeyang. Yet, no matter how Mo Zixuan pretended, anyone with sense would know he had heard everything.

Mo Qingyuan glanced at their formation and quietly moved to the end, unable to fill the last gap.

Even if Ming Yichen had come uninvited, this was at least her territory. At the very least, she deserved some respect, but she saw none.

“If junior sister wins, whatever you wager today, I’ll pay you double in return. If I win, the quota for Qingxuan Sect must go to me.” Yao Ziyi said with a smile, fanning himself. At that point, his expression shifted subtly.

Sure enough, before long, Wu Xinxin ran over, clutching two or three garments, breathless, her face flushed.

Le Yi had immediately understood that this was Mu Ye’s way of trying to lure Tian Bai away from the two sibling-obsessed members of the Tian family.

After consuming the Saber-Toothed Demon Dragon, his bloodline power increased once again. With the rise of the Blood Dragon Soul, his physical strength became even more formidable. If he were to face the Solitary Dragon again, he would not necessarily be at a disadvantage.

Ling Tian felt the princess was quite rude, bringing the airs of the Marquis of Xinyang into the prince’s mansion. Yet, who could blame her, since the prince liked her.

“This was a gift from one of my masters,” Feng Fan quickly fabricated a lie to appease the middle-aged cultivator.

Cold Dread, a venomous serpent closely resembling the Frost-Tailed Snake, is not recorded among spirit beasts in Demon Sea, but is documented on Mortal Flow Continent. Because it is nearly identical to the Frost-Tailed Snake, many places group the two together. While both snakes are mediocre in strength, their venom differs dramatically.

“Three days, another three days! I must see results today. If there are no results, have that detective agency close its doors, and you need not be my assistant any longer!” Han Mingchao’s words silenced Li Yang completely.

Just as Feng Fan and three ghosts finished their preparations, the Three-Eyed Flying Leopard let out a furious roar, lunging to where Feng Fan had stood moments before. Its massive jaws opened, spewing a wave of blue ripples. With a thunderous boom, a deep pit appeared where Feng Fan had stood.

Di Yun understood the situation. Nothing much happened in the temple, so after a quick inspection, they wouldn’t look again. They worked in shifts; if anything occurred overnight, they would surely notice.

At that moment, Huo Shan’er’s eyes were filled with jealous resentment. She pinched Huo Feng beside her with force, irritated by his expression. Huo Feng winced in pain, instantly sobering. He paid no heed to Huo Shan’er but, following Li Ruyan’s gaze, locked once more onto Qingyun.

Bai Fengxi hurriedly shed her heavy cloak, revealing a flowing, cloud-like white dance dress. Glancing at the approaching figure, she ignored the biting wind, spinning gracefully in the cold air.

When did the prince’s mansion acquire such a talented and elegant beauty? Someone skilled in poetry and song. Good thing she discovered her early; otherwise, if she ever reached the second prince’s side, she would surely become a formidable rival.

The secondary concubine, Lady Bai, was bestowed the rank of Noble Consort, with the title “Phoenix”—her favor and honor evident.

Having bid farewell to Old Rain Spirit, Chen Che returned to the main road, unfastened his pack, and noticed it had grown much lighter. He assumed the treasure had worked its magic and thought no further. With a flash of insight, he stored all his belongings inside the Ink Gall.

He had never seen Director Pei before; Nan Shu’s hostility toward the Child of Destiny seemed overly pointed, but the system merely thought she was focused on her mission.

Chen Xue’s question was direct, and Lu Yan’s answer equally blunt. For some reason, Chen Xue’s face suddenly flushed, her heart racing. She awkwardly turned her head aside, avoiding Lu Yan’s gaze.

A chorus of discussion broke out. After so many days of anticipation, the tournament had been expected to be a fierce battle, but now it had become a quest to find someone.

Normally, Nan Shu wouldn’t care about a stranger, but now Duan Keyu said someone was asking if Duan Keyu knew her.

Chen Che held the Seal of Reception in his hand. Smooth and warm, it was truly a fine item, though the words inscribed were not exactly pleasant.

A four-foot slender sword covered in deep blue ice; as he leaped back, he swung, sending several icy sword beams. The ice met fire and transformed into a wall of frost.

In just ten short days, Huaxia accomplished the impossible. Through perfect coordination between players and the military, Huaxia destroyed two eastern empires entirely in only ten days.

The fiery sales of this issue of the magazine also drew the attention of those at Rain Shang. They suspected Nan Shu’s agency had artificially boosted sales.

She is still alive, she must be alive. My guess cannot be wrong. People cannot be without souls. She was a clone before; my servant contract bears only half the markings, not the original. Su Yu is not her true identity. Who is she, really? Who is she?

Liu Ruxi, utterly despondent, stood and gazed out at the Huangpu River. She closed her eyes, preparing to leap.