Chapter 38: Only You Can Truly Set Yourself Free

That was Wei Xifeng in his childhood; his feral, cub-like state was a manifestation of being trapped in the past. Compared to the peerless power he would possess as an adult, the young Wei Xifeng was undeniably fragile, helpless, covered in wounds, lonely, and sensitive. Reflecting on this, Jiang Liwu said to him, "Don't be afraid. From now on, no one will ever be able to hurt you again. I will protect you. Come with me." Jiang Liwu did not reach out to touch him without permission, but simply held out a hand. "Wei Xiaofeng, you are not—"

Manager Xu circled from behind his desk to sit beside Wu Di. He pulled out a cigarette, offered it to Wu Di, and then clicked his lighter to help him light it. Though he did not voice the questions on his mind, his fawning behavior said everything.

Xingyue shook his head slightly, signaling his ignorance. He had not really taken in what Angel was saying, preoccupied instead with how to slip away and escape.

"Is that so? But... Jing Mo didn't seem to say that. He likes me just the way I am." A sweet dimple appeared as she smiled. Yuesheng took another sip of her drink, turned, and walked toward the balcony to continue admiring the scenery outside, ignoring the surprised and incredulous expression on Shen Xiao's face behind her.

"Are you asking about that engagement to Zihao? That was your own lack of self-respect. You should understand that." Mu Tian spoke with effortless dismissal, not feeling even a shred of guilt for his actions.

Jing Mo walking out like this left A-Jie quite surprised. Could it be that he never returned to his room and had been in the lobby the whole time? He looked at the man, who reeked of heavy alcohol.

The Devouring Sky Wolf leaped several times, reaching the top of the cliff opposite. Qing Xiu jumped off the wolf's back. With a swish, the Devouring Sky Wolf cleared the chasm and returned to Wolf Tooth Mountain.

The bearded man, named Jumolu, came from the Magadha Kingdom in the northwest of India. He brought with him a considerable amount of Wootz steel and slaves, declaring that he would sell only to a supreme general, with the additional condition of catching a glimpse of the Caliph's consort, Su Zizi.

Even so, under the scorching heat of the fire dragon, the black demonic mist emitted "hissing" sounds from time to time, transforming into wisps of steam that rose into the sky.

If Jing Mo had not appeared just in time, he truly did not know what decision he might have made.

Bukhara was located at the very lower reaches of the Nami River. To the west or south lay only desert. About thirty miles north of the Nami River, once across the water, the landscape remained desert—a vast, boundless red desert.

However, like a script where a hero and a demon perish together, two seconds after Zhang Muyi fell, Yang Jiandong also collapsed heavily to the ground.

On the surface of the mirror, a crystal-clear glimmer shimmered. The immortal light was hazy, reflecting the vast universe, boundless and undifferentiated, as if it intended to encompass all the phenomena of the heavens within itself.

Without needing to ask, Shu He knew: the thirty-six-inch-long sword on the rack was none other than the Li Naixin standing before him.

Sword cultivators, much like practitioners of Taoism or Buddhism, can be roughly divided into those who cultivate life and those who cultivate nature, or those who cultivate wisdom and those who cultivate fortune. However, they refer to these as the "Human Sword" and the "Heart Sword." The Human Sword teaches that the person is the sword, and the sword is the person; the Heart Sword holds that the sword is born from the heart, and if the sword exists within the heart, then all things can become a sword.

"What? I recall that I haven't offended you, have I?" Tian Hui frowned and said slowly.

"That goes without saying! A brother who doesn't understand his younger brother isn't a good brother!" Tan Dawei said proudly.

Within the Dao Palace, the five great organs resonated in unison, and the celestial sounds of the Great Dao rang out. Whether it was the "Past Self" or the "Dao Self," they chanted grand scriptures, stirring the master of fate to make the present self eternal.

With his level of discernment, he naturally could not distinguish the true from the false among these illusions. However, hearing Han Liang put it that way, Qin Hao became extremely curious. He quietly activated the Eye of the Heavenly Dao.

Because everyone near Black Mountain Town knew the two of them were Ma Yong's brothers, some people would help them bully others just to curry favor with Ma Yong, which in turn implicitly encouraged Ma Long's behavior.