Volume One, Chapter 21: The Winds Rise

Before he could figure out what the character meant, he heard Dang Kang’s voice in his ear.

“Now’s our chance—charge out.”

Dang Kang’s body rapidly expanded, transforming into a gigantic beast the size of a house. With a single leap, he burst from Montage’s body and hurled himself at the top of the alchemical furnace.

“Nine Faces!”

Montage didn’t have time to consider; he called out to Nine Faces at once.

“At your command!”

Nine Faces materialized behind Montage and, under the astonished gaze of the ginseng spirit, also slammed into the furnace’s lid.

A deafening crash resounded as the inscription array atop the furnace shattered in an instant.

Another thunderous boom followed. The lid of the furnace was blown away, and Montage, clutching the ginseng spirit, sprang out.

The suddenness of their escape left everyone stunned…

Watching him now, Wang Yue’s eyes were full of disdain and disappointment. His cousin had let him down too much—if it were him, even stripped of all his power, he would never stand by helplessly. He’d sooner die tearing a piece of flesh from his enemy.

In Nanhua City, almost nobody dared address Situ Aotian simply as Situ. Some were mindful of his age, while others were cowed by his strength and status.

“Not bad,” replied a technician from the national broadcaster’s technical department, who, not seeing Sun Kui approaching from behind, assumed the question came from a colleague and answered casually.

Confronted by the marvels and might of nature, Zhao Wuji felt his own helplessness and confusion. What use was peerless martial skill? Before the Ten Thousand Mountains, it was meaningless. Even with powerful psychic perception, he felt like a hammer striking empty air—unable to make any impact.

“My point is, we may not dare kill his family outright, but we can still use them to threaten him. As long as he can’t reach them, he’ll never dare move against us,” Old Zhu said.

“It’s not looking good. The station chief said she’d try to find another solution, but I doubt it’ll work out well,” Zhou Qing said, shaking his head.

At a certain moment, Heng Angho lifted his head, and the six Heavenly Meteor experts beside him noticed, all turning their gaze to him.

Even though Qin Guyue had, with the help of the Succubus Lord’s consciousness, reconstructed the legendary battle between the Succubus Lord and the ancient cultivator Yun Langge, he had only witnessed it as a bystander. But now, his mental will seemed to have merged directly into another body—what was happening?

Ming Shaoqing didn’t need Zou Youlian to say anything. Back in the provincial city, he’d already ordered his subordinates to interrogate the leaders of the bandit stronghold.

What made Wang Feng hesitate even more was that he sensed the two spirits’ auras blending so harmoniously and naturally that he couldn’t help but feel drawn to them.

After looking up information last night, he went to the internet café’s front desk to retrieve his ID card, left immediately, and went straight home to sleep.

They spoke in words she couldn’t understand, rushing toward Xu Chunqiu’s group.

Ancient times were different from today. Modern hospitals have special tools to extract airway obstructions, but in the past, only the mouth could be used. If that failed, suffocation was inevitable.

Shang Luo smoothed the messy hair from his forehead and touched the uneven scars on his face, looking at Feng Yuansheng with disdain.

“Mom, Dad, from today on, I’m going to become an immortal cultivator!” Having walked so far, Gou Haodong had finally adapted to his sudden surge of power and no longer skipped forward with excitement.

Unfortunately, he thought too much. The current new human scientific community could be summed up in one phrase: a stagnant pool.

“I can’t guess!” Su Xi gave up immediately. In her view, it didn’t matter if the boss kept secrets. As fans, they only wished for her happiness! Besides, President Lu truly treated her well—that was enough.

Wu Linger never expected that her and Zhan Beiye’s heart’s blood would be so precious, becoming the key medicine to save Feng Yuansheng. She was quite proud.

“Is what you say true?” The emperor was visibly surprised, for the Tiger Tally commanded all the silver-armored soldiers, and Prince Duan had always treasured it. Who would have thought he’d now relinquish it to Feng Zhiqing?

“And, I don’t know what you’re going to do, but you must be back by the fifteenth of next month, because…” Murong Yue glanced at his chest, and everyone understood.

The players were astonished—was this a 4-4-1-1 formation? It seemed the old man was intent on taking the philosophy of “the path of Gou” to the extreme at Highbury Stadium.

Yet even trending on social media, Wu Long’s reputation still didn’t reach ten thousand. For many, it was just a fleeting amusement, soon forgotten.

At the mention of homework, a trace of anxiety flashed across Xia Moxuan’s face. She took Yu Anran’s notebook and began copying. Yu Anran could only sigh—there were just a few months left before the college entrance exams. If they didn’t work hard now, they really would end up at universities in different cities. Even Su Zihang had said he wanted to apply to Hua’an University’s film school.

Mo Yao, delighted with her gold ingot, couldn’t care less about the mocking remarks directed at her.

The two were so hungry their stomachs were practically touching their backs. At that point, they didn’t care what it was—even a lump that smelled of meat would have made Yu Yang’s mouth water.

On the weekend, Yu Anran accompanied Sun Mengmeng to visit her grandmother. She’d once thought her grandmother was cold and heartless for taking her mother’s inheritance, but now she understood—it was to prevent her father and stepmother from squandering it. Everything was done for her.

Mexico’s veteran midfielder Pardo was brought down by Xiao Zhanbo while dribbling, earning the Mexican team a free-kick near the penalty area.

Yet at the screening, Wu Long didn’t even show up. He simply couldn’t bear letting other men watch—it was his honest feeling.

The Grandmaster of Tongtian remained quietly waiting, watching for when Tang Sanzang, the golden cicada’s incarnation, would finally appear beside Five Fingers Mountain.

Lady Li, seeing Dao Hua lost in thought, decided to hand her the task of counting the betrothal gifts.

“Then I’ll ask Jingwan and the others if they want to go up,” Dao Hua immediately sent Wang Man’er to check with Zhou Jingwan and the others.

Such bearing was truly different. The so-called rich heirs were already complaining about the environment, saying Chinese food was outdated and Western cuisine was better.

“Old sir, there’s no need to be so formal. What’s that phrase—ah, yes, ‘friends at first sight.’”

Ye Zimo already knew that ever since the ice fox had been rescued from the heap of mutant creatures by Yang Qianqian, she’d followed Yang Qianqian ever since. The language she spoke was Han-di Keshan, the common tongue of the universe, and she could only communicate with people via R6’s partial consciousness link. Still, after hearing what she said, Ye Zimo couldn’t help but look grim.