Volume One, Chapter 44: The Discovery of a Peerless Treasure!

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Ignoring the people around them, Shi Yao and Zi Jin went straight into the carriage. Apart from a thin curtain hanging around its body, the carriage had no other barriers. Those outside could still make out the people inside, though only indistinctly.

After successfully refining the thirty sets of pills Elder Yi had commissioned, Xiao Yan finally found himself with some rare leisure. After all these days of tempering, his control over his soul had reached a proficient level, while his Primordial Imperial Qi could not increase much in such a short time. Thus, Xiao Yan was granted an uncommon moment of idleness.

When Hua Xingcan returned home that evening, he exchanged a greeting with everyone before going back to his room. Lying on the bed, he eagerly opened the box.

“How can it smell so awful? What on earth is inside?” Gazing at the pitch-black opening, everyone simultaneously found themselves wondering the same thing.

“Yes.” Wei Dongxue answered and was just about to rise when, upon hearing Murong Yan say something, he knelt down again.

Stranded in this foreign land, in a bleak and desolate inn, he suddenly felt utterly hopeless. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he collapsed backward.

Yet these past few days, he had remained stuck in place. A suffocating breath of frustration had lodged in his chest, and his vital energy could no longer improve.

The walls surrounding the entire hall had been fitted with medicine cabinets. Each cabinet bore a label naming the medicinal ingredients within.

Zhao Yi did not accept the military doctor as his disciple, but he did express his willingness to discuss medical techniques with him. Only then did the doctor rise happily to his feet.

Xiao Yan’s expression changed, and he was just about to speak when Linglong Zi, in the distance, suddenly raised her head. Her cold gaze swept over Xiao Yan before turning toward Fairy Yu. On her icy face, a rare trace of gentleness flickered.

Rheinfield suddenly came to his senses. The sight before him had once again become the wooden hut and the staff. Only then did he realize that he was drenched in sweat.

The spectators’ excitement was rekindled, all because Siwei’s performance in the previous match had been astonishing. Many of them wanted to see how formidable she would be in a head-to-head duel.

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With a dull thud, Xie Wuji had not even finished practicing the first form before he pitched headfirst to the ground. He fell into a filthy, battered heap and cried out repeatedly through gritted teeth. Fortunately, although the fall had been severe, Xie Wuji had suffered no serious injuries.

According to him, with the miraculous effects of the Black Jade Bone-Joining Paste and his treatment, Yu Daiyan would be able to walk on his own with the aid of crutches within three months. Thereafter, provided he recuperated and exercised properly, he would recover normal mobility within six months. Even regaining the martial arts he had possessed in his prime was not impossible.

Seventh Master waved his hand, and Blackie and all the servants beside him withdrew. Only Seventh Master and Liang Fei remained.

Qin Fan looked at Gedan with a faint, mocking smile. Not only had Gedan kidnapped Wang Mengqi and extorted a ransom from him, he had also intended to silence her afterward. He had already crossed Qin Fan’s bottom line.

The surrounding cultivators thought he must be bragging or speaking deliriously. He was practically courting death, utterly unaware of his own peril.

“Why didn’t you kill her? She was trying to kill you just now.” Li Qingfeng’s brows drew together slightly, confusion flashing in his eyes. He could not understand why Pei Yanzhi had stopped him from killing her.

For such a large clan to fly into a rage over a single joking remark—it truly invited people to say that they possessed no magnanimity at all.

A cold glint flashed through the Blackfire Saint’s eyes. He abruptly swung his palm and struck the short-haired cultivator to the ground, killing him on the spot.

Seeing how Tang Xin put it, Zhou Taoshu found it difficult to refuse, so he could only nod in agreement.

Li Huailin was somewhat dazed. By the time he came to himself, he was already clutching the other person’s hand and refusing to let go like an idiot.

“You!” For the first time, Dan Ze was rendered speechless—not because he had nothing to say, but because whatever came next would most likely be even harsher than what he had already said.

Everyone also saw that the true spirit of the Feiyi had indeed been driven into the Dragon-Slaying Dagger. Although it would still require some time for the Feiyi’s spirit to fully harmonize with the dagger, it could now be said that the Dragon-Slaying Dagger had become a spirit treasure with an artifact spirit.

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“Who knows what he’s thinking?” Qin Yang grumbled, pushing the empty teacup aside after finishing his tea.

Jian Tong took a deep breath and silently repeated the words she planned to use when introducing Meng Jingchen to her mother. Only after confirming that everything was in order did she knock on the door.

Xiao Yi was not a man who broke his word. But how should one put it? Even he, as emperor, had matters over which he was powerless.

She thought this as silent tears fell, dripping from her chin onto Sasa’s head. Sasa looked up at Wen Wanyong. For the first time, tension appeared in the child’s expression, and she remained stunned for a long while before saying in a soft, childish voice, “Mother, don’t cry.” Then, imitating her wet nurse, she stretched out her chubby little hand to wipe away the tears on Wen Wanyong’s face.

The young man did not know how to respond. He merely lowered his head and looked at the tiny patch of crimson on his right elbow. At first, he felt nothing unusual, only a faint warmth spreading through his arm. But when he focused his eyes on it, he saw a lustrous jade-white radiance enveloping his limb, gathering there without dispersing. No matter how bitterly cold the Ice Prison was, not even its bone-piercing snow could touch his arm.

Shi Yan’s master had not concealed Shi Yan’s origins from Yun Xingtian and Lin Zijun. Instead, he had told them everything.

“Boss Peng, that isn’t very honest of you,” Xue Yang said, his eyelid twitching. Although the storefront here was indeed expensive, this price was simply excessive. If the place had still been bustling as it once was, perhaps it might have been worth considering.

He rose and disappeared into the distant woods, fearing that his hot tears would spill despite himself.

Even Yu Youran covered her ears and used supreme soul arts to shield her hearing, lest she suffer temporary deafness.

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