Volume 1, Chapter 42: Early Spirit Lord Realm

Clouds leave no trace, the vast sky is an autumnal azure; brows and eyes count countless spring blossoms and autumn moods, vaguely like a person in a painting, a single note of a transverse flute breaks off mid-tune.

It is the earliest among the draconic demonic beasts that can be summoned, yet its power is by no means inferior; all the majesty proper to the dragon race can be found in it.

After spending half a day and a major portion of spiritual power, he finally defeated his opponent. The robed referee made a mark on Yixuan's identity medallion, then told him to step down and rest to prepare for the next match.

"Isn't it because my unworthy son has reached the right age? I brought him here to try his luck and see if the immortals will accept him! Earlier, I even had Immortal Xu from within the city take a look, and he said that my boy is definitely destined for the immortal gates!" After saying this, Squire Zhao looked triumphantly at Fatty Zhou and the other two.

Doing this was also a way to protect himself. Although the Yang family was reputed to be the premier aristocracy of the White Horse Kingdom, he knew that these clansmen were man-eating tigers and malevolent ghosts.

It was not that he wanted to wait for death, but rather that he discovered all the Yin soldiers had actually stopped! They did not continue to pounce toward him.

The two did not pause at all, flying swiftly back into the city and heading straight to the teleportation grand hall to depart for the Yangzheng Prefecture of the Yunyan Realm. The cost of cross-realm teleportation was extremely exorbitant, requiring ten thousand spirit stones per person just to make the trip, and that was even the discounted price after gathering a full quota of travelers, which drastically shrank Yixuan's reserve of spirit stones, leaving him with less than ten thousand in the end.

Seeing his master's grim expression, Zuo Jun dared not disobey and scuttled off to his own room to bathe and change clothes.

When Fu Qinghuan led the way and arrived at the Grand Tutor's Mansion, Zhan Ruchen seemed to have already figured out more than half of the situation.

The mere thought of how she went to deliver medicine to Jiang Hao last time, only to be dragged away and driven out the door by him, filled her with gnashing teeth and burning anger.

Jiang Hao suddenly interrupted the Day Wandering Deity, and then, wearing a baffled expression, asked the Day Wandering Deity.

Primarily because people like Hyuga Jin and Uchiha Tsuneshin, after becoming supreme elixirs, were fundamentally differentiated from ordinary ninjas. They perceived a more incredible and broader world; their minds were opened, their horizons broadened, and they possessed sharper insight and intuition.

When Hyuga Jin stepped out of the Hokage Building, it happened to be early morning, with the eastern sky tinged with a fishbelly-white. A gentle morning breeze blew past, carrying its unique, crisp freshness.

Just now, she had executed a secret technique to burst forth with the cultivation realm of the third layer of mastery, forcibly unleashing the fifth stance of the wordless sword technique, which was also the most powerful sword strike she could currently execute.

Hearing this, Lin Peihuan nodded, sighed, parted her lips and was just about to speak when some commotion suddenly arose outside the inn. Following that, a squad of guards rushed in to inspect the place, glanced at Zhang Wentao and the others for a moment, and then left again.

As the saying goes, it is better to be safe than sorry. With Li Hanhuming having an offspring, even if something were to happen to him one day, Gu Dequan and the others at least would not panic out of losing their backbone.

Afterwards, Jianchen began to practice the Earth-Slicing stance. In truth, the cultivation methods for all three stances of the Heaven-Slicing Techniques were quite similar: Human-Slicing involved the convergence of sword momentum and profound energy into a single burst; Earth-Slicing involved the convergence of half-step sword intent and profound energy into a single burst; while Heaven-Slicing involved the convergence of true sword intent and profound energy into a single burst followed by an explosion.

She could not utter even a single scream, and could only watch helplessly as Fu Shengni carved off her face with a blade. Amidst the bloody and mangled flesh, she saw Fu Shengni use the knife to carve off her own face as well.

"I heard that the Prince of Liang was defeated by the Li Tang army in Yanzhou?" asked a middle-aged man of about forty-five or six, wearing a silver-brocade warm hat, to the right side of Chuluo Khagan. This man was Chuluo Khagan's younger brother, Duobi, who served as the Great General Mohedoshe commanding one hundred thousand cavalry.

Xiao Zhicang raised his hand, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead to dab at the beads of sweat, bowed and smiled toward the generals waiting outside the gate, nodding to each of them in turn, and then straightened the black gauze scholar's cap on his head and strode into the mansion.

Li Sanini sighed silently, raised her head to look outside the courtyard where the lamp shadows flickered, and only after a moment withdrew her gaze.

Seeing Cang Jianli looking at them with a pleading expression, Wugen and Hua Yunfei answered Cang Jianli's silent request with very affirmative tones.

Chen Xian constantly persuaded himself not to think too much and not to meddle in other people's business, but that pair of clear eyes seemed to be branded in his mind, impossible to forget no matter what, and continuously hovered before his eyes.

Cang Jianli collected items as he walked forward, while Cang Jianlong held the Dragon Sparrow Saber on guard. The further forward they went, the larger the limpid spirit stones became. Advancing another hundred miles, the Qing River began to tremble, and a white, transparent fierce beast swam toward Cang Jianli's side.

At this moment, the desolate beasts of the Shading Shade Mountain surged forth—no fewer than five thousand desolate beasts and a hundred fierce beasts. No matter how powerful the practitioners of the Cuiyun Tribe were, they could not withstand the onslaught of these fierce beasts; one by one, screaming miserably, they were pounced upon and instantly engulfed by the beast tide.

Clearly, upon hearing Chu Ming's praise for the tavern's service, the old man's mood was quite pleasant.

You Yitian exhausted all his supernatural abilities, and the moment the dark dragon rushed over, he tore open a rift to an N-dimensional space right in front of himself.

He hastily changed the subject. Otherwise, tomorrow would be miserable. Without energy, how could he practice with Xin'er?

Speaking of which, these few individuals were truly ill-fated. Half a day ago, everything had been perfectly fine when suddenly a giant standing twelve feet tall burst in without wasting words. Meeting them meant fighting, and within a few moves, he crippled all of them before finally stating his intention: to have these few individuals become his subordinates.

The Four Seas dragon clans had existed for tens of thousands of years, yet the West Sea dragon clan being annihilated by Black Wind Mountain was the first such occurrence in tens of thousands of years. Therefore, during the two hundred odd days of Zhuang Wanggu's seclusion, this matter had spread throughout the three realms—naturally, excluding the Jade Emperor who indulged in fine wine and beauties every day.