Volume 1, Chapter 67: We Will Surely Overcome This Hardship

Su Haoming breathed a slight sigh of relief, though he remained vigilant. "I hope everything goes smoothly. But we cannot lower our guard; we must be ready at all times to face unknown challenges."

Daoist Changfeng smiled and said, "Rest assured, as long as we stand united, we will surely weather this storm."

Outside the cave, the night grew deep and heavy, yet inside, the atmosphere warmed with the addition of these new friends. Still, unseen dangers lingered like shadows, ready to strike again at any moment. Sitting together in a circle, they whispered of their future plans, each feeling the heavy weight of responsibility upon their shoulders, yet brimming with confidence.

"No matter what, we will face all of this together," Chu Han said firmly.

"Yes..."

At that moment, Zhu Tianpeng was entirely occupied with parading an endless barrage of icy spears. His consciousness contained nothing but the spears, and his mind was free of all distractions. Through this trial by fire, he achieved a blessing in disguise, attaining that state of singularity—"the one"—which had always eluded him during ordinary practice.

"Damn it! Li Lin, he killed Li Lin!" yelled a fully armored Imperial Guard soldier, his eyes burning red with rage.

Before his words had even faded, he turned around and collapsed backward onto the dark bamboo recliner, which emitted a mournful groan.

As soon as Xiang Hao's voice fell, the Spirit-Slaying Sword began to hum once more. Bizarrely, it broke free from the King of Qin's control and took the initiative to pursue and strike down Xiang Hao.

Liao Hua cast a stealthy glance at Liu Yong. Seeing that Liu Yong was lost in thought with his head bowed, he said nothing more, silently waiting for his orders.

The village head dropped his formal demeanor, sitting there while casting glances here and there. The soldiers covertly eyed the village head, and seeing that he had returned to his usual self, they all straightened up, losing their prior tension.

Inside the grand hall of Tianzhu City, the City Lord and the masters of various major veins all wore solemn expressions as they welcomed the arrival of the realm-level experts from various powerful factions.

The Soul-Sealing Cauldron radiated a bone-chilling aura, as if countless tormented spirits were wailing within, causing the young man to break out in a cold sweat and turn as pale as paper, entirely stripped of the will to resist.

Before coming to the Civil Affairs Bureau, Luo Wushuang had already made the necessary arrangements, ensuring that Ye Chen obtaining a dozen marriage certificates simultaneously would be entirely without any problems.

Having navigated that brief interlude, Liu Yong turned serious and asked, "We have already taken Jiangzhou. What should our next step be?"

I stood up, switched on my flashlight, and shone it down the extending tunnel. Looking out, the pitch-black cavern seemed to swallow the light of the flashlight entirely, leaving nothing visible.

"Who goes there? What do you want?" A heavily armed police officer approached, his tone entirely devoid of courtesy. Judging from their appearance, he saw that they were not Americans but Asians, and thus warranted no special hospitality. So many members of the Sugano family being unwelcoming towards them suggested these fellows were hardly decent people.

Just as Situ Mingkong finished shouting, an old, bald monk suddenly materialized out of thin air ahead. His robe hung open to reveal his belly; he picked up a large bowl of wine from the ground, tilted his head, and drained it in a single draught. Then, with a furious roar, he hurled the thick, heavy bowl violently toward the surging demonic might.

Taking advantage of Lin Qing's momentary pause, Diku's eyes suddenly constricted as he saw the distance close considerably.

Without wasting words, with a single sweep of his divine sense and a downward gesture of his index finger, he summoned a serpent-like stream of water from the spring that flew straight toward him.

Through Maburu, I thus learned of several grandmasters and rising stars within the grave-robbery underworld.

Moreover, it was he who had driven Barde away. If the two contractors had joined forces against Lu Chen at the time, the course of the battle might well have been altered.

How much time had passed, I could not tell. My endurance for holding my breath had reached its absolute limit, and finally, unable to hold on any longer, I parted my lips, whereupon salty seawater instantly rushed into my mouth.

Jin Yan and his companion had only just recovered their vitality and had yet to stabilize it, so Wang Dao and the others chose not to venture out just yet.

This was because he had indeed learned something from the memories of the robed figure—news concerning his own kin.

Seeing Liu Mei so anxious that tears were welling in her eyes, Brother Hu snatched the keys right out of Erhu's hand and unlocked the door himself.

Resentful souls could not form a battle array, but living humans could. Most of these individuals were top-tier experts from the eighth and ninth tiers of the Sacred Grounds. Having formed a combat formation, even two or three dragon-soul days would find it immensely difficult to break through and kill them by sheer force.

Xiao Zhan dressed her wound and pulled her shirt back over her shoulder. She lowered her head to button it herself, her movements slowed by shock and exhaustion.

Even the disciples of the Tianwu Sect sensed the unusual heavenly phenomena, to say nothing of the elders.

As his voice trailed off, Lu Luo established a connection with the Nascent Soul within his sea of consciousness, using his spiritual sense to control the Heaven-Slaying Sword and bringing it down in a single slash.

Many people believed that Cangyuntian completely countered the Beggar Sect, thinking the latter should emerge to beat all the healers until they could no longer live normal lives.

Rong Zhen's illustrious background, paired with his righteous and passionate nature, made it far too easy for him to plunge into perilous situations.

Lu Luo gritted his teeth and pressed on, his teeth grinding audibly, yet in the end, things failed to unfold as he had hoped—Lu Luo had failed.

"Wait, Yan Yimei has betrayed us? Good grief!" Yang Liusu revealed a look of utter shock.

"Second brother, think this over carefully. I expect that before long, some island guardians will invite you over to consult about the situation inside," Huangfu Zhenying said solemnly after a long silence. They knew that speaking of certain matters was simply inviting unmitigated disaster; without evidence, what good was speaking of them?

"Actually, the matter is quite clear. We just need to find the students truly involved," Jiang Xi pointed out, clarifying the crux of the matter.

I really gave it serious thought—with Big Brother around, the floral company would face no trouble. In March, Tianlan had not yet been designated as the city flower; if I recall correctly, that happened around April or May.

A man's innate psychology was at work: the lingering notion that his wife had once endured such an inglorious past felt shameful no matter how one looked at it.

Much like his mastery over the power of heaven and earth, Ning Fan's application of his spiritual sense remained confined to the most rudimentary level.

Hua Jitian sat on the ground, coughing twice, and spat out a mouthful of blood. With over thirty wounds across his body, even just the constant seeping of blood added up to a formidable loss.