Volume One, Chapter Twenty-Five: Rescue

Some abilities of certain Sequence Awakeners indeed bear a resemblance to the supernatural powers recorded in ancient texts.

He was a master of aura-reading, and for years, he had wandered among the five barriers, seeking those who had awakened their Sequence. However, he had never encountered anyone quite like Montage before.

“Senior, would you be willing to spare Nine Faces? I can promise you it will never commit any heinous acts.”

Montage asked cautiously.

Master Huang gave him a long, searching look, then nodded.

“Since it bears no blood on its hands, I will not refuse to tolerate it. But if ever I discover you dare abuse your power for evil, I will show you no mercy.”

He directed these words in warning to Nine Faces.

“Yes…”

Lin Yao was stunned—what did that mean? Hadn’t he just been disdainful toward her? Fan Boru, seeing the dazed look in her eyes, swirled the wine in his glass, the crystal catching the light and scattering it in delicate fragments.

“If you’re truly sincere about speaking with me, then let me go.” Perhaps it was merely the trick of darkness, but Lin Chengyan’s eyes seemed to burn with a nearly crazed obsession, sending a chill through her heart.

“Dear passengers, good evening. At this time, the cabin crew will be conducting pre-flight safety checks.”

Fan Boru raised an incredulous eyebrow at the bag on the floor. “You came all this way just to return these clothes?” Lin Yao’s answer surprised him—wasn’t it more likely she had come looking for him?

After evening study, Dai Xiyan ran to the sports field and dialed that number. It rang for a long time with no answer, and just as she was about to hang up, the call connected.

They couldn’t understand why the higher-ups had sent them to investigate whether Lin Feng was a spy.

“Fan Boru, what is it you really want?” Lin Yao shouted, struggling with all her might, but Fan Boru was as immovable as a boulder.

Whenever Ma Su thought about life after being dismissed from his post, he felt he could hardly bear it. So, in his rage, he began to beat Hao Jian.

And to think, just moments before, the patriarch of the Qin family had looked an utter fool, and now he was calling this man ‘Master.’

The movie had just ended, and the audience, rising from their seats, seemed in rather low spirits—some even said outright it was boring.

Of course, the four thousand soldiers who had made it through the trial, though they’d distinguished themselves, were utterly drained—after another ten minutes or so, they struggled to their feet.

You could rent a place for less than a hundred yuan a month—dirt cheap—but forget about cleanliness or furniture.

As director, she had to orchestrate and perfect the coordination of the crew, to evoke exactly the effect the scene demanded.

Just then, Yuan Lan, beaming with triumph, draped an arm around Huan Cen’s shoulders. Clad in exquisite, expensive clothes, they strolled in with a flourish.

When Maggie pushed open that door, she possessed nothing but courage. She had never had a real chance to pursue her dreams. Yet, a year and a half later, she could vie for a world championship—all thanks to you.

Put in modern terms, she seemed almost ethereal, as if she were a spirit born of these green mountains and clear waters, nourished by nature’s essence.

Xue Nan introduced them one by one—some were classmates from acting school, others were friends from the set.

In a matter of moments, they spotted the assault vehicle looming in the mist. Their hearts knew they were now close to the entrance of the shelter.

Even someone as dull as he was could sense: if he did not grasp this opportunity, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Hearing Song Xinggui’s words, Morning Breeze sighed helplessly. Such was the world—if you had money or connections, even the gravest mistakes could easily be pinned on a scapegoat.

So I ate my breakfast—if it could be called that—in quiet trepidation, constantly afraid Mrs. Xiao would let something slip.

If they took one step further, they would no longer be mere vengeful spirits; they would face the trial of heaven. Should they survive, we would call them demons. Fortunately, they had not reached that stage. Their energy came from draining the blood and life force of the living, bringing death wherever they went.

“Nothing in particular. Just wanted to see if I know you. If I do, I’ll make it clear to your father where I stand. After all, if the head of the household is crooked, the rest won’t be straight either. For you to be so venomous, I doubt your father is any better,” Lin Fan said.

When he withdrew his technique, Teng Long finished his own—instantly, a golden dragon soared skyward. Soon, the shadow of the dragon solidified over the entire arena.

In the historical Battle of Changping, the impetuous Zhao Kuo led his troops in a relentless pursuit, only to drive them straight into the Qin army’s encirclement. Their supplies were left behind, cut off by the enemy, leaving the soldiers without food and trapped in the Dan River valley.

By then, China could easily plead inability—I’m a developing nation, barely managing my own affairs, unfit to shoulder such international burdens.

“Meow!” The Icy Jade Spirit Cat didn’t quite understand Ling Feng’s intention. It glanced at the beast below, and comprehension dawned in its eyes.

“Insolent fool,” He Jun cursed. But if the matter couldn’t be resolved, his own position would be in jeopardy.

There was nowhere left for Jian Qingchen to retreat—he knew this was a mortal trap set by Ximen Huxiao.

He hesitated, letting out a sigh, debating whether to ask Li Shou for help. If nothing else, the intervention of “Sister Li” might make a difference.

“No, thank you,” Ao Xue replied. “If it’s seafood, I’d rather go to the seaside.” She picked her favorites and found a table.

Wei Zongxue glanced at Yan Le and said, “It’s Zhenhua’s mother calling,” and took the call.

But Zhao Xiaocheng’s plan remained unspoken. Seeing the sky darken, he knew they needed rest. They’d intended to stay in this city just one day, but now it seemed they’d have to remain, returning to her presidential suite.

Behind the most formidable of the dragons trailed a luxurious chariot, lanterns of gold hanging from its frame. At its center sat a middle-aged man, poised and dignified.

Within the surging waters, Gao Shan saw the ocean’s surface drawing ever nearer.

Archimedes once said: When people talk on the phone, they unconsciously adjust their tone and manner depending on who is on the other end.

I hurriedly declined—what was going on? Just days ago, Chen Junlong wanted me dead, and now he’s calling me brother? This is far too strange. If I went out with them, there’d be nothing but bad wine and trouble—a veritable feast for traitors. They’re all cut from the same cloth; if I joined, I’d be stepping into a dragon’s den. I won’t fall for that trap.