Volume One, Chapter 23: My Fate, I Will Decide for Myself

She recalled the anonymous letter she had found earlier in Murong Yunyi’s study. The letter had warned her to stay away from him, claiming that he was fatally poisoned and had little time left. At the time, she had paid the letter little mind, but now, in hindsight, perhaps its words were not mere empty threats.

“There is no exit,” the black cat said, “if you wish to leave immediately, you must do so from the edge of this space. The two nearest edges to you are…” As it spoke, it lifted its paw, pointing first to the sky, then to the ground.

Power! At that moment, it erupted without restraint. This was the strength the black rain had bestowed upon him—the potential lying dormant within his body.

Seeing that Hall had taken the initiative to brush the matter aside, Michelle finally spoke in a teasing tone. In truth, at this level, every cultivator was a dragon among men, an unrivaled existence of their generation.

With a reward offered, there was no reason to refuse; Ba Fenghan placed his hand on the stone tablet without hesitation. The tablet transformed once more—swirling currents of energy spun ceaselessly. Eventually, countless inscriptions emerged.

When the two forces collided, it was as if heaven and earth had split asunder; mist surged, shaking the very universe. Without extraordinary mastery over their power, the boundless earth would have collapsed beneath them.

On the Himalayas, the tallest peak is Everest, but the Ageless Divine Spring that Tashi Gabu and his party spoke of was not there; instead, it lay atop an even more perilous and towering summit.

Lightning arced across the sky. The previously raging Uncertain Sea was suddenly calm. Mu Fan gripped his blade, his senses locking onto his foe. The aura around him intensified—he was about to strike again.

Only now did Ba Fenghan truly sense the magnitude of this power. It was a force brimming with inexplicable vitality. Under its influence, new blood vessels formed around his heart, merging with those already within his body, gradually replacing them and assuming their function.

But since Wang Dan was unwilling to speak, Bai Muqin had no way to force the issue—after all, could one compel a ghost? All that could be done now was to hand the item over to Langshan.

She did not refrain from mocking Jian out of unwillingness, but out of fear, for her husband, Mr. Brown, was also eager to befriend these gentlemen.

While Bai Muqin was still lost in thought, the bar’s door was pushed open. In walked Chen Chen, her familiar face leading the way, followed by three other young women. Only one was an acquaintance; the other two were strangers.

Zhang Shaofei glanced at Bird again; the two exchanged a nod, then set off together in pursuit.

Clap, clap, clap—Koda, who had been reflecting on his training, suddenly heard applause. He turned around in confusion, unsure who had been watching him. He saw Zhang Shaofei and Mai Midorikawa smiling and applauding.

So, since they had come, there was no choice but to stay. Fortunately, the advisory position was just that—a suggestion. They were still free to do other things.

In any case, he carried himself with all the flair of a true Demon Lord—unconcerned with diet, savoring both meat and vegetables. Such habits left others puzzled, and those unfamiliar with the reality might assume that all the wealthy were capricious in their private lives.

The group from Cangdu tacitly withdrew to the side. For fifty years, I alone have fought the sea monsters; none of them are allowed to interfere.

How did it feel like enchanting weapons in those tales? Luo Yu’s mind conjured scenes from Western fantasy, where magic was wondrous and not so different from his own abilities: enchanting weapons with spells to increase their power.

The earth itself began to split apart, and in the pupils of the Flood Demon King, Red Boy, and the others, a sea of blood seemed to surge.