Volume One, Chapter 34: Zhou Qianqian Sows Discord

Gu Qichuan raised a dark, arched eyebrow and turned his gaze toward her. Only after the curse had slipped from her lips did Zhou Xianyu realize he was standing right beside her. She flipped her phone face down and offered him an innocent smile.

They had been passing by and happened to see her senior brother and Tao Ran inside the shop. Her senior had mentioned earlier that he was meeting someone important today; although he hadn't been explicit, they had guessed it must be the expert he had been talking about so incessantly these past few days.

A minute later, the sound of an engine starting echoed. People outside the shed pointed at the sky, chatting away, and didn't notice a thing. It wasn't until the car had driven far away that someone realized the shed was already empty, but it was too late.

"Really? That's a relief. But if you're ever wronged, don't you dare keep it to yourself—I will stand up for you!" Wu Xiao cast a skeptical glance at Zhao Ziwei, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Once everyone had left, she pushed the door open with lightning speed and slipped inside.

After dinner, Murong Qingran was in the courtyard practicing with her throwing darts. *Swish.* Suddenly, she shifted the angle of her arm, and the dart in her hand flew toward the space behind her. *Cling.* The dart was struck down by a sword blade.

"So, he said a lot of things and moved you," Murong Qingran said suddenly, her tone chillingly indifferent.

At the entrance to the highland, a tall, wounded soldier walked in step by step, his expression blank. Though he said nothing, his presence seemed to cause the temperature of the entire highland to plummet. His metallic green boots made a crisp "clack-clack" sound against the floor, rhythmic and heavy, like the pounding of a war drum that shook the soul.

It was no wonder that map marked this place as a danger zone; heaven only knew how many bones of adventurers, mercenaries, or mages lay buried beneath this toxic swamp.

However, it was not the time to say much in front of outsiders, so she could only have Princess Chaole and Cang Jiuyao settled into the manor first.

Is it true? It is true. But how was it obtained? It was obtained only by sacrificing the man she loved most.

Hearing the Alliance Leader's command, the members of the human race all retreated. Though they were puzzled, they understood that military orders were as immovable as mountains.

Beads of sweat instantly broke out on the man's forehead as he proved unable to withstand Yuntian's pressure. The others' expressions shifted upon seeing this, but Yuntian soon withdrew his aura, took Nangong Wanyi by the hand, and flew toward the immortal mountain, followed closely by the immortals.

"Shuni was just teasing you, haha," Xia Shihan said, watching Miao Jingxiang's awkward expression before turning to smile at Yang Tianlong.

Raising her right hand, she spread her fingers and slowly pressed them against the barrier of the orb. "In my name, I summon you," she intoned. "Enter this vessel, protect its side, and stay by its left." Her ethereal voice seemed to descend from the heavens, and as the words left her lips, the very fabric of space seemed to tremble.

"Very well." With guests present, Ling's parents did not want to be overly frugal, so they nodded in agreement.

"This is easy; leave it to me." The Ghost King nodded with a cruel smile. With a sweep of his large hand, he seized the three primordial spirits. Yuntian did not linger; he sent the Bridge of Ten Thousand Ghosts through the infinite void to hunt down those who had come to pursue him.

Amidst the breathless cries, Luo Xi held her teacup, her gaze fixed on the tea. She appeared indifferent, but the corners of her eyes were slightly upturned.

With an unstoppable momentum, the golden dragon crashed heavily into the crimson cauldron. A deafening roar erupted as the fiery red vessel was sent flying, crashing to the ground with a thunderous boom and leaving a massive crater a hundred meters wide.