Volume One, Chapter 114: Antidote (The Grand Wedding Concludes)

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Yu Weiyan’s entire body hurtled backward through the air, her face plunging straight downward. The sensation of weightlessness was especially intense.

She knew so little about this world and had always acted solely according to her own inclinations. Yet, for the first time, she inexplicably wanted to go somewhere without having any reason at all. The strangeness of it unsettled her.

The Jie Sect had once been famed as the “Gathering of Ten Thousand Immortals,” but after the Investiture of the Gods, it would hardly be an exaggeration to say that its entire army had been wiped out. In the end, apart from a few insignificant wandering immortals, only the Holy Mother Wudang remained.

“I shouldn’t have told you so many stories. With killing intent as heavy as mine, who would dare possess me?” Zhu Da could barely contain his laughter.

At the entrance to First High School, the flow of people was usually heavier than usual on the day students returned after the weekend. Voices from within mingled with the honking outside, creating a great din. Groups of boys and girls heading to school together, as well as parents accompanying their children, could not help casting puzzled glances at the student standing so conspicuously in the middle of the gate.

Luka successfully sent over a string of code. Only the final execution command remained. Yet he did not press it. He wanted to see the other party beg for mercy; otherwise, he would not be satisfied.

Shangguan Fei immediately shifted his stance, raised his leg, and launched a flying kick at Feng, blocking her from going back to rescue Yu Wei.

Five warriors and one martial artist from the Huang family surrounded Huang Laoxie, who sat cross-legged at the center, forming a hexagon. Their hands moved in intricate patterns as they struck out profound energy. After three or five breaths, they directed their power toward Huang Laoxie, standing in the middle. It was an exceedingly sinister formation. In an instant, strange radiance shifted across Huang Laoxie’s body, and his aura became terrifying, his face turning bluish-purple.

Some of them seemed unimaginably distant, as though separated by countless light-years, while others appeared extremely close, almost within arm’s reach.

Inside the carriage, the Ninth Elder sat with his eyes closed, quietly resting. Luo Tian chattered on aimlessly, speaking of nothing more than how beautiful the carriage was, how exquisite the cushions were, and so on.

The wind had fallen silent, and the clouds had dispersed, but the sword intent suspended in midair had not vanished. It remained sharp and fierce. Luo Tian was already completely immersed in it, sensing the sword intent. He would not let any opportunity to learn pass him by, nor would he waste a single chance for insight.

“Uncle Tian! Uncle Tian!” Zhao Ming had reached a rather old-fashioned house and shouted loudly toward the interior.

The sky was black as ink, covering the earth like a vast canopy. Endless dark clouds pressed overhead, while fine threads of rain drifted down. A cold wind swept past, making everyone shiver.

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“What kind of mission is it? What do you need me to do?” Ge Yunsong asked directly, without the slightest hesitation. Yang Jian had clearly not come to see him for old times’ sake; he must have needed his help with something.

The cherry blossoms scattered, and more and more petals drifted through the air. Just as Xia Youfeng finally relaxed, two petals happened to fall at the same time, landing with uncanny precision over his eyes. Then he saw a flash of golden light behind him. A heavy blow struck the back of his head, and after that, there was no “after.”

While bickering with Old Jin, I had been racking my brains for a solution. The moment he finished saying “bungee jumping,” an idea came to me. I immediately widened my eyes in feigned alarm, put on an expression of terror, and pointed behind Old Jin.

More than half the city had been swallowed by the Obsidian-class entity. Buildings began to rot, and crimson walls of flesh and writhing tentacles spread everywhere. Yet they did not seem to possess any desire to attack.

“Thank you! Thank you so much! Are you all right?” Fang Yuner had also come to her senses. She repeatedly bowed to Wang Xiu, her eyes filled with gratitude.

Seventy percent. It could essentially be declared a success. Unless his luck was truly abysmal, he was certain to survive the tribulation of thunder.

Lin Yun was fully prepared. A hundred years ago, because of him, all his brothers and sisters had perished.

The feud between Lin Yun and the Sacred Realm Alliance had not begun yesterday or the day before. It had continued for many years.

Because his vital energy had been completely exhausted, the duel could not begin immediately. Shangguan Xiayan had to go to the recovery chamber first to recuperate.

There was also a rumor within the Formation Sect that Steward Zhou had not originally belonged to the Sacred Realm Alliance. In the past, he had once saved the life of Chen Meiming, the sect master of the Formation Sect.

At that moment, a short young man stepped down from the vehicle. He looked extremely young; it was impossible to tell whether he possessed some art that preserved his appearance or was genuinely young. He lightly straightened his clothes, and a seemingly sincere smile appeared on his childlike face.

When Gu Xiaoxiao had still been living in her hometown, she had drunk coffee and loved it dearly. But after arriving in Wu County, she had hardly had any. There was nowhere that sold coffee beans.

Once the sensational headlines appeared, the news of Xu Feng challenging Kim In-jae to a one-on-one basketball match immediately attracted widespread attention from netizens. Almost at the same time, people in both countries began eagerly anticipating the game. After Kim In-jae and Xu Feng each completed a brief warm-up, the match finally began.

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“Huh?” The driver looked at the cigarette in his hand and then at the cigarette pack in Liu Xiaoyu’s hand, visibly surprised.

At this rate, Britain could hold out at most until next year. By then, it would have no merchant ships left to use, and the country would collapse completely.

“But what about those people? They aren’t ordinary men. They’re all carrying weapons, and there are more of them than us—” Sixth Brother reminded him.

“Probably not. When we arrived, there was no one in this vicinity. Once they realized we had surrounded the place, a few villagers came over from the greenhouse district, but we persuaded them to leave as well. No one should have noticed that a giant serpent had appeared here.”

Arslan’s mission was to forge an alliance with the Ming emperor by any means necessary and secure Ming support. As long as the Ming were willing to help, they could not only use them to tie down the Qing troops within the passes, but also establish contact with the Dzungar Khanate. At the very least, they could maintain “friendly relations” with the Dzungars until the Qing were destroyed.

Linley listened patiently while also beginning to operate everything manually, killing enemies within the virtual space.

“Not exactly. But if you want to look up information, this is hardly the best time to do it,” the short-haired, middle-aged cultivator said with a smile.

“Uh…” When Azure Dragon and Feng Xiao heard Feng Jingtian’s words, their expressions shifted slightly. Neither of them had expected Feng Jingtian to stubbornly seize upon this issue, and they hesitated at once. After all, that golden source power had truly been formidable. If it had been them facing it personally, without having witnessed it firsthand—

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