Volume One, Chapter 57: The Last Will

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Li Anxin was speechless inside. He first asked Romeo several serious questions—was he truly in love with Juliet, had he really made up his mind, and whether the purpose of writing this song was to win Juliet’s favor or something else. Juliet had indeed faked her death back then, but even so, what reason lay behind her reappearance now? And what was the significance of the third day of the third month? The third day of the third month, when mountain flowers bloom. She could not comprehend what Ning Xi wished to convey to her.

Because of that inexplicable fire formation, seeing Ling Jing now felt like meeting an old acquaintance from a past life—just as familiar. He still wore the white crescent silk robe, yet to Li Wuxin’s eyes, there was a faint trace of haze about him.

“Stay calm. Everyone knows the focus of this show isn’t on friend or family judges like me,” Chen Xing comforted Pei Yuanyuan with a nod.

Gao Yuan wiped his sweat again with a tissue, deeply realizing the wisdom in a certain saying: courting risks, investments require caution.

At that moment, even He Lao, who was still video-calling nearby, brightened at Li An’s words and involuntarily looked toward him.

Hence, many mainland celebrities yearn to develop their careers in the Hong Kong and Macau regions, hoping to find success there. Whether third- or fourth-tier mainland stars or first- and second-tier ones, this aspiration is common.

Li Wuxin withdrew her spiritual energy and averted her gaze. The alluring light in her eyes faded. Looking at Yu Qi, who lay limp and unconscious on the ground, she extended her hand to transmit a trace of spiritual power, awakening her.

Gu Meng certainly knew that Guan Chenji had considerable skills and that it was only a matter of time before he discovered her secrets. But since Song Ximing had covered everything meticulously, and Guan Chenji could still learn the inside story in such a short time, there was only one explanation.

However, it was too late to discuss this now. Since she had launched a surprise attack, reconciliation between the two sides was impossible. The outcome was now a matter of life or death.

Gradually, her consciousness grew hazier. When she came to, she was already lying on the ground.

Nine fists, each ten meters wide, directly pierced through a hundred-meter meteorite. Pulling his arm outward, the meteorite shattered into countless fragments that fell from the sky.

Before her stood the Five Finger Mountain, towering over ten thousand feet, radiating a powerful energy that surged forth.

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When thunder roared across the sky, it was either early spring or early autumn—the time when Yang energy surged to its peak. It was the best season to practice the Nine Yin Technique. If one could leap up then, it meant the fire dragon soared into the heavens, becoming a celestial dragon.

“Crrr-ksshh!” Rek’Sai emitted a painful sound, her body radiating the ancient battle spirit’s crimson energy.

Crash! Kaz’k’s sacred golden claws were shattered the instant they touched the tentacles. The metallic clang rang out as three tentacles, like sharp swords, pierced through Kaz’k’s body! Then, boastfully, they coiled around him, immobilizing him.

From Su Xi’s words, Ye Huan understood that Ye Yilin was a key figure in the United Nations during the Primordial War and the human who knew the most about the Ancients. Finding her meant learning the whereabouts of all the Ancients.

Yet the shocks Ye Feng had delivered were so overwhelming that the four were nearly numb, no longer sure how to express their astonishment.

She took out some pepper spray. Li Er and Li San had grown impatient waiting, relieved when she finally appeared.

Even here, one could faintly sense the turbulent energy waves ahead in the deep swamp, as if people were engaged in fierce combat. Their strength was considerable—at least at Meng Danyun’s level.

This only proved that the Wang family indeed harbored secrets. They would rather die swiftly than confess certain matters.

The money had definitely been borrowed by Lu Haoting. Even if he didn’t use it himself, he owed a favor and might as well repay it with some interest, thus settling the debt.

Therefore, the only option was to wait for the chance to find a solitary mark, though inefficient, it was safe. Survival was Li Ping’an’s foremost concern. Moreover, Li Ping’an was currently unarmed, his profession unknown, all skills disabled and grayed out. With only his limbs functional, he could only develop cautiously and quietly.

Xu Ying, somewhat distracted and downcast, took the elevator up to the third floor—unaware of other oddities, such as being followed by five receptionists, which seemed a bit excessive.

Kayn had originally thought that when Ryen removed his horns, it meant severing their friendship. His nerves were taut to the extreme.

No matter how desperate the young man’s pleading expression seemed, Ryen decided to ignore it. He raised his staff and conjured two towering earthen walls, separating the youth and the Bloomtooth beast.

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The ox-tail blade infused with true energy sliced through the air and struck the paper figure with a speed so fast it was almost imperceptible.

Gradually, as the medicine’s effects receded, Huo Yuanzhen exhaled slowly. His complexion shifted from cyan to pale, then slowly returned to normal.

Chen Long and his companions arrived at the banks of the Wei River, discovering a landscape of verdant mountains and clear waters, cattle and sheep scattered about, wild donkeys galloping—so beautiful it seemed heavenly. Though there was still no sign of Li Ru and Diao Chan, following a curling wisp of smoke, they reached a low earthen courtyard.

However, this did not surprise her in the slightest. After all, the True Spirit Sword was neither an ancient legendary blade nor crafted by a master artisan. Its slight cracks were well within expectations.

Besides, even if he succeeded in summoning rain, it would only be a gentle breeze at first, gradually growing stronger—but never to the current violent degree.

After some aimless thoughts, Ning Hongyuan, following the Poison Seven Sword’s orders, guarded the outermost mountain pass.

“To be at the mercy of others, like fish on a chopping board”—this was the true feeling of the Wang brothers at that moment. Who could have expected that after the battle of Western Liang, Chen Long’s martial skills had advanced so greatly that even the former Sword Immortal was no match?

Perhaps after hundreds or thousands of years, when the Divine Moon Continent was finally unified and peace prevailed, people would long forget these once fiercely loyal warriors. Yet in Zhao Yutian’s heart, their glory would endure forever.

“You’ve reconciled with your father,” Zhuang Qingqing said with a joyful smile, then turned to look at Huo Lingfeng.

With less than four months until the New Year, Zhao Feiyang’s sales today had stabilized at eight to nine million yuan, firmly ranking first in the sales department and far ahead of the others.