Volume 1, Chapter 47: Who is there?

Su Haoming and Yuan Ziyuan cautiously approached the faint light, their hearts beating faster involuntarily. As the distance gradually shortened, the illumination grew brighter. They finally made out a half-open stone gate, beyond which seemed to be a spacious cavern.

"This must be the Scripture Pavilion," Yuan Ziyuan whispered, his voice exceptionally clear in the silent underground.

Su Haoming nodded, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding rock walls. The rune imprints here had become extraordinarily dense, and every piece of rock seemed engraved with intricate patterns, exuding a suffocating pressure.

Just as the two were about to pass through the stone gate, a low sound of footsteps reached their ears...

"Good, you've done exceptionally well!" Li Zhi nodded with satisfaction. He currently needed a place to stay.

Yet, everything Xiao Long had done during this period made a certain family—and a Huaxia family at that—feel deeply uneasy.

Zhao Buzhu truly could no longer hold his ground. Having stepped down for so many years, although he still retained some connections, he understood all too well that in Zhao Beixiao's eyes, he was no longer a towering tree, but an aged tree with withered vines and cawing crows, valued neither for his physical presence nor his influence.

However, Yi Feng was not having an easy time either. Seams of fresh blood seeped from his pores; his body simply could not withstand this destructive force.

At this moment, the Moon God Palace was tightly surrounded by experts from the Nine-Region World, with the two ancient ancestors Lan Lan and Lan Xi stationed at the central hall.

Ye Meng sat cross-legged, the sword fetus in the center of his Purple Palace executing the Eternal Desolate Sword Dao, continuously dissecting and evolving it, vaguely grasping some profound truths.

Meanwhile, after receiving news of the shootout at the militant camp, Yi Tianyi had a phone call with Wan Hongbing.

Overall, therefore, this inheritance was an exceptionally wonderful thing for everyone, except that time was running short for them.

Li Cailing found it somewhat difficult to understand Han Seung-yeon's state of mind. Was she envious of her intimate contact with Oppa, or envious of her identity as a younger sister?

Charles, who had long since known of Lin Yifeng's abilities, merely watched the drama unfold from the sidelines, showing no intention of offering any explanation.

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Depriving mysterious metals of their properties was not something easily done, especially given the extremely limited range in which profound chromium weapons could break them.

Xinhua and Feng Fuquan were also terrified. Under the weight of public anger, their former arrogance crumbled like tofu, leaving the mother and daughter shrinking into a corner, trembling and too frightened to utter a sound.

"Hmph~" Chen Changxian stopped talking as well, but she still let Youzi down and fed it dried meat.

As soon as the question was raised, the press conference hall descended into complete chaos. People asked about all sorts of things—some asked how Richard would handle the relationship between the Olympic team and Rooney, some asked if Richard would practice nepotism, and others asked why Ferguson and Cristiano Ronaldo had appeared together.

This scroll of the Purple Mist Divine Skill was far more advanced than Huashan's introductory internal cultivation method. After just a few days of practice, Cao Zinuo could feel that the genuine qi within his body had at least doubled. While this was partly because his initial genuine qi was extremely sparse, it nonetheless demonstrated the miraculous nature of the Purple Mist Divine Skill.

Zhang Wei glared instantly, causing Zhang Meng to scurry far away to the other side to massage the old man's legs, constantly flattering him to keep him in high spirits, which only served to make Zhang Wei stamp her feet in anger.

"You mean..." Yaeko furrowed her brow as well. Deep down, she felt a vague sense of impending crisis.

The scene descended into momentary chaos as a dozen reporters clashed with several black-suited bodyguards. Young Master Long seized the opportunity to escape during the commotion, got into a car with the middle-aged socialite, and vanished swiftly.

Apart from her parents, she had never been embraced by anyone else. Now, not only was she hugged, but her first kiss had also been stolen.

The secret art was interrupted, causing the Ghost General's misty form to vibrate violently, nearly dissipating. This also gave the Flying Fairy Shadow Mantis a chance to break free, and it immediately launched a ferocious counterattack.

Lu Feng did not see the person sitting inside the car, while Li Jing'er was completely shielded from view by Lu Feng's tall frame.

Moving his body to loosen up, the person removed their down jacket despite it being winter, wearing only a singlet underneath, a trace of coldness lingering on their face.

Venturing a thousand miles deep into the Primeval Wasteland, Zhengcheng no longer saw merchants, or at least very few of them. Those coming and going were solely raiders, remote hunting teams, and mystery seekers. Passing each other by, none paid the others any mind.

Su Yang's doubts grew even heavier. Why had this old lady appeared at this moment? Wasn't she supposed to be hiding out of fear of the old Taoist priest?

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Feng Yuerong activated the Pure Sun Talisman, unleashing streams of Solar True Fire toward the pouncing phantoms. The moment those phantoms touched the Solar True Fire, they were instantly scorched. With a single piercing shriek, they were burned into absolute nothingness, leaving not even a speck of ash behind.

Although he did not know whether the scene foreseen by Bai Ze was real, one had to bear in mind that it was better to believe it than not. Unconcerned with why the Great Black had gone toward the Nine-Thousand-Year-Old's side while he had failed to cross paths with him on the road, he followed Bai Ze, flying with all his might toward the city of the Nine-Thousand-Year-Old. Recently, his life had consisted entirely of traveling.

Zhao Ruozhi perplexedly turned off the wolf-fang lamp and miraculously discovered a faint trace of light at the bottom of the water pool. The light was exceedingly weak; even within the pitch-black cave, one would struggle to notice it without paying close attention.

Terrified that the Purple Spirit Demonic Spiders would swarm him, Yi Xuan dared not act rashly. He slowly retreated step by step toward the cave entrance he had come from, beads of sweat the size of soybeans trickling down his face. Not daring to look back, Yi Xuan retreated based solely on his rough sense of direction, while the surrounding prowling Purple Spirit Demonic Spiders pressed in closer and gathered tighter.

How much time had passed? To Lin Yu, it felt exceedingly long, yet to the others, it happened in the blink of an eye. The formation, which had moments ago been whipped by fierce gales, abruptly returned to tranquility. Such a bizarre spectacle was exceedingly rare; had the group not experienced much, they truly would have thought their eyes were playing tricks on them.

Chen Wei emerged from his room, unaware of where his younger sister had gone or who had rescued her.

Yang Ming frowned. Lu Chen's primordial energy had been entirely devoured by the Black Demonic Insects, and his three souls and seven魄 controlled by them. At this moment, Lu Chen was merely living like a petri dish or a vegetable, while continuously providing nourishment for the Black Demonic Insects.

After several acupuncture needles sealed Elder Lin's sense of pain, Yang Ming rejoiced inwardly: Fortunately, we arrived in time; Elder Lin's consciousness was already on the verge of collapse. If that sedative had been administered, he might truly have been permanently sedated and never woken up.

Abruptly, the dark clouds in the sky began to spin rapidly against one another—not rotating around a single focal point, but swirling in disparate directions, with the trajectory of every single cloud following no discernible rules whatsoever.

Indeed, while Luo Ziheng might be passable in training and considered above average in the training camp, his mind was truly inflexible. If Wang Yuan targeted him a few more times in the future, would he commit a second instance of killing a teammate?

Iron Crutch shouted at me then: "Dongbin, hurry over here, the old man is fine." Sheathing my sword, I walked toward Iron Crutch with a duck-like swagger and pointed to my own mouth.

Yet as I walked, I began to sense something was amiss. Being someone with little sense of security who remained highly vigilant toward my surroundings, I felt as though someone was trailing me from behind just a few steps after setting out.