101 A Fleeting Dream 18

He rode alone across a thousand miles to this northern frontier, driven solely by the desire to kill the mortal enemy who had brought ruin and annihilation upon the Lin family.

Even more perversely, this skill not only avoids conflict with other divine arts but actually elevates all the divine arts already bestowed upon the recipient by one whole rank.

The Sharingan—this newfound power, combined with his innate mental strength and the experience of Uchiha Itachi, allowed him to awaken the eye in a remarkably short time.

“Uncle Chen, your disciple has come to bother you again,” Zhao An said respectfully, bowing to Uncle Chen.

Lin Suyi noticed Zhang Tianyi sneaking a smile and couldn’t help but blush, delivering a swift kick to his backside. Unexpectedly, Zhang Tianyi caught her ankle, causing her face to redden even more.

A single sword strike, silent and unstoppable, like the divine axe that cleaved the heavens and earth, seemed able to sever all barriers.

Qian Ruyi paused at the doorway, gazing at the couplet for a long while before entering the hall in her sedan chair. Inside, the monks were clearly familiar with her; upon seeing her, they rose, clasped their hands together, chanted Buddhist sutras, and struck the bell heavily. The crisp bell tolls drew countless devotees, but Qian Ruyi remained indifferent to their curiosity.

Ximen Ding’s expression faltered. His family’s swordsmanship was so blatantly dismissed that he felt somewhat uneasy.

“By doing this, you will surely shock the entire nation. Have you considered the consequences?” Tang Ya changed her approach.

Mother Lin grumbled about Lin Shanghan coming home so late while urging him to hurry and wash up, as he had to get up early for school the next morning.

Even the return of the Divine Sacrifice Mountain Lord now meant that the Four Mountains’ rebellion was inevitable—a path of no return.

Under the perception of the spiritual soul, those so-called flowers and trees were nothing but illusions projected by the grand formation.

By chance, there was an organic synthesis question during the exam. Lin Shanghan had casually practiced that molecule beforehand, so he answered it with ease. Overall, the exam went smoothly.

Sun Feng was immersed in joyous reunion with his family and loved ones when something happened that made him furious.

“Sorry, sorry,” the cold voice made Shun’s body tremble uncontrollably.

I summoned the flying carpet, fumbled around to find it, then wrapped myself in it as my body lifted into the air.

But continuing like this was no solution; I had to come up with a plan. No matter what, Senior Jintong, I hope your spirit watches over me. To find the whereabouts of your beloved, I’m serious this time—even if I can’t solve this chess game, I will at least disrupt these three old men’s plans thoroughly.

“No, actually, they should be our allies. This time we’re facing old rivals,” Duan Ke said, pointing upwards.

At this moment, Jin Yi hovered on a ninth-rank lotus pedestal, surrounded by seven-colored light and a misty blue glow. His solemn expression shifted rapidly between sorrow, excitement, madness, wrathful fury, and profound grief—the full spectrum of human emotions vividly alive, astonishingly lifelike.

Suddenly, sharp howls pierced the air, and the WZ-10 helicopter shuddered violently. The enemy had sensed danger; one CH-53 helicopter after another descended from beneath the clouds, encircling the WZ-10.

The people of Yulong Hall were stunned again. Having had some dealings with Bai Gui’s master, they surely knew about the three-tailed fox spirit. Now, their faces were filled only with fear, no longer anger.

“Big brother, come with me to the Eastern Palace. No matter how good the inn is, it can’t compare to the palace. Besides, it’s your home,” Shangguan Rui pleaded stubbornly.

“Don’t look at me with that expression. To me, you have no secrets,” the silver-haired man said.

Qinghan, holding Vivi, rarely interrupted, but said, “With Sister Luo and Brother Yu here, how could we fail?” His tone assumed the matter was settled, eliciting amusement.

“I once heard my father mention that the Zhang family head had a son named Zhang Baolong. I wonder if you know him...” Kong Baobo was not satisfied with Duan Ke’s evasive answer and pressed on.

Mo Yan firmly opposed Qin Tian’s idea. To him, every team member was family, even Qin Tian, who had just joined. Moreover, Qin Tian was the one he got along with best here.

After all, being able to evade all kinds of detection devices was enough to threaten important information of various nations.

Bai Haifei glanced at the man clad in plain blue robes and an unremarkable face—not exactly ugly, just lacking any distinguishing features or cultivation. He was surprised that such a person was given a private room at the auction house.

This towering mountain and all its buildings were formed from Zhou Wuyou’s incarnation. Every blade of grass, every brick and tile was as clear as a pattern observed in the palm of a hand.

Twenty years ago, Qin Sanguan of the Central Plains Escort Agency gathered the world’s fortune and hung the Eastern Sea’s Hero Island at the Gate of the Underworld, guarding the mortal realm for two decades.

Unlike a storage pouch, a storage ring cannot be robbed of its contents unless an advanced cultivator forcibly erases the ring’s marks.