Volume 1, Chapter 25: The Cousin Is a Lucky Star

"Are you truly from Snowfield City?"
Youyue looked at her in confusion and nodded.
It was a bright, clear day, and gusts of breeze swept through the canyon, offering a cool and refreshing comfort.
The group did not quite understand Xing 36’s words; how could the longsword battle soul before them, already so complete, be any more perfect?
We chatted in the car. The middle-aged man, Li Shangxiong, was a wealthy individual. Having pushed himself too hard in his youth, he had amassed a fortune but paid for it with a frail constitution. Though only middle-aged, his body was in the state of an old man’s, and his wife’s sudden demonic possession had left him so worried that his health was beginning to fail entirely.
Upon hearing Xing 36’s words, both father and son of the Xuan-Yuan family felt their pupils constrict. Xuan-Yuan Potian wondered if the man before them was being far too arrogant to speak such boastful words.
Of course, this legend dated back a thousand years, and the records that remained today were merely fragments. To the common folk, a legend was nothing more than a legend.
Without a doubt, this challenge—seemingly brief but packed with intricate details—had been lost by Ukyo Tachibana.
At this moment, we stood at the top of the second-floor staircase. The sound had originated from the room housing the blood-red coffin; they must be in there. The thought of that coffin made me uneasy; I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was connected to the entire affair.
The Aunt Zhao that Liu Yang spoke of was Liu Li’s biological mother. In the vast Liu household, she was the only one who treated him with any kindness. After he had fallen on hard times, she would occasionally slip him some pocket money in secret, which was why Liu Yang didn't really want to bicker with his dim-witted cousin, Liu Li.
"A New Butterfly Dream, I’ll teach you another day!" Liu Yang ignored her threat entirely, though Liu Ning’s words still held some weight; he subconsciously switched from humming aloud to singing in his heart.
Chunxi hurried to open the door, only to freeze in place, staring blankly back at Shen Muxi. "It’s too late!" She stepped aside, and Lu Guizhou limped into the room. Judging by his travel-worn appearance, he must have chased them all the way back on his injured leg.
Tang Mo let out a long whistle, exhaling the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers. As the Samadhi Divine Wind erupted, the sun and moon lost their luster, and the heavens and earth fell into stillness.
With no other choice, Bo Yunfeng went to the river to catch some fish, as both Bo Yunxiu and Shen Muxi were currently nursing injuries.
Exhaling a long breath, Lu Guizhou took her hand. Though he was a shadow of his former self, some instincts still remained.
Long Xuhu felt his spirit tremble violently. The figure before him seemed to grow in his heart until it loomed like a deity.
Gan Chenyi blurted out "General Manager Ren" and immediately regretted it, cursing himself silently: *Stupid, completely stupid.*
Faintly, Miss Leng could occasionally hear a few words drifting from Master Lin’s lips.
Large flocks of jackdaws gathered around Gu-Mother Villa. By nightfall, the place became chillingly terrifying, so much so that even the nearby villagers dared not cast a glance toward the mountain.
Lu Yue suddenly recalled that day in the woods outside the temple; she seemed to have seen those men force-feed something to this person.
Jiangzhong Hospital was a hospital of traditional Chinese medicine and had always been closely aligned with the TCM department. It was only natural that Fang Haoyang would want to have a meal with Tan Guangping.
Zhou Zixiu was not so polite to him. He showed no mercy, snapping Liu Bang’s wrist with a loud crack, his thundering shouts leaving the man’s head spinning.
In the history of demon hunters, there had been instances of passing abilities to ordinary people, but the results were, without exception, tragic. It was much like the logic that police officers could carry firearms while civilians could not; some things, no matter how selfless the intent, do not lead to good outcomes.