Volume One, Chapter 26: Searching for Ghosts

"Fine." Gu Bei did not mind; staying in Chaos City would be meaningless and dull anyway, so training a few students would not be a bad thing.

Every chief disciple was the backbone of their respective peaks. Now that the backbones had returned, they seemed to have become a unified whole once again.

"Ha! Started with nothing but a dog, and all my equipment, well, it all depends on drops." Ji Faxian gripped the upper-middle part of the meter-long wooden stick with both hands and struck the wild dog on the head.

Lei Xiao knew he was outmatched. With a soft sigh, he turned his fist into a palm, the fiery-red hand surging forward with force to strike heavily at Chang Heng's wrist.

After a few dull, strange sounds, it realized with a pang of heartache that five familiar objects had appeared beside it.

She slammed the door and walked along the hollowed-out mountain belly. Passing a fork in the road, she turned left. After walking a short distance, another fork appeared; she turned left again. After proceeding for a while longer, she arrived at a wooden door and knocked gently.

"This is the final hurdle on the path to sainthood. If I were to help him, he would be destined to remain in my shadow for the rest of his life. Do not hope that I will intervene; your master would not be willing, either." The Grandmaster shook his head and explained.

He was a man of few words. If he suffered a loss, he kept it to himself; if he was wronged, he said nothing. This was tied to the personalities of his father and mother back in the mountains.

Afterward, Yan Jiushan and his dwelling, much like the Beast Deacon's hall, slowly sank into the ground.

After getting the address, she immediately rolled off the bed and set about packing a set of supplies without a moment's hesitation.

Thinking of this, he said nothing more, but closed his eyes to ask himself the way to break through this realm.

The last of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, and the only hope for the entire Hidden Mist Village, had shown nothing remarkable during the regular Chunin exams; his entry into the top eight was purely a matter of luck.

"You are most welcome. Would Sister Yu like some candied hawthorns?" Seeing a vendor shouting about his candied hawthorns, Gu Qingcheng asked Lady Yu, while also responding to the previous question.

Gu Qingcheng shot a lethal glare at Ye Zhongyun, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly as she spoke in a slow, measured tone.

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Sword energy surged, rising into the sky and condensing into a massive sword shadow that slashed toward the three-headed silver dragon formed by the spear's radiance.

Ignoring her injured foot, she shook off the hand supporting her waist and retreated into the corner of the elevator, putting as much distance as possible between herself and Ning Hezhi in the crowded space.

"Humph, I'm not telling you now." Su Ning watched Lin Qi's exasperated expression and laughed unkindly. This woman with the soul of a young girl was just too amusing.

Seeing her actions, Ning Hezhi realized she had completely locked the news within the film crew. Everyone had been brought into line and dared not harbor any second thoughts. Even the director now stood by You Niannian’s side with a bitter face, terrified that this ancestor might be dissatisfied.

Therefore, it could be said that not one of them dared to be the slightest bit careless, nor did they have any extraneous thoughts. Because they were desperately trying to repair the boundary wall, they even began to burn their own life force to obtain the power required to mend it.

Ye Jiujiu and Qi Yao followed her inside. Ye Jiujiu was very familiar with this place, having worked undercover here for a long time with Qi Yao.

Shen Ying frowned and fell into deep thought. If it were based on the previous power of the vampires, it certainly wouldn't have such great destructive force. Just as Lan Tiancheng said, only mutation could account for this.

Ming Ke did not know what was wrong with him. The moment he entered the music building, he felt a massive sense of oppression that made him feel extremely uncomfortable. As he entered the classroom, this pressure gradually increased.

By the time he finished drying Shangguan Yuntian’s hair, a long time had passed. Shangguan Yuntian got into bed and slept while holding Ye Huang.

That shareholder, only in his forties, had died so suddenly; it was truly unexpected.

Guo Yixuan frowned, a new plan forming in her mind, while Fu Shaoquan was simply focused on finding Luo Anning and naturally cared nothing for these matters.

"Bang." A successful kick landed on the big man's ankle. No matter how heavy or muscular you are, the ankle is always a weak point. Once the stance is unstable, no matter how fierce the attacks above, they will inevitably reveal a major flaw.

"What? No trouble at all, no trouble at all. I can just go over there myself," Xia Yihan said.

Carrying her shoulder bag, she walked straight toward her seat—a seat that could be called, and indeed was, the only single desk in the room.

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"Can you tell Kexin how my mom and dad died?" Ai Kexin fought back her tears, refusing to let them slide from her eyes. She knew that no matter how many tears she shed now, her parents would never return. At fourteen, she already had a certain understanding of the word "death."

The figure that appeared before the crowd was none other than Hu Xiu, who had been sent flying by the youth's fist earlier. Only, at this moment, Hu Xiu's hair was disheveled, and the clothes he wore were tattered. One arm hung limp, and one could clearly see the traces of blood flowing from it.

It was just now, when He Liancheng was pointing at the sky and cursing while swearing an oath, that a flash of inspiration struck my mind, and I thought of this point.

He fell silent. Chi Mang was the Saint Ancestor of the Heavenly Palace; his great achievements were real, but the people he had failed were also real.

He seemed not to notice the figure in black in the sky and led his men charging toward the ancient well. The pillar of light from earlier had been far too conspicuous; it could be seen clearly even from a hundred miles away.

"Wasn't Tang Quan shot to death? Who brought his car here?" Ling Xiao wondered to himself with a sense of strangeness.

Everyone present had seen it, but no one spoke up, because everyone knew their own state was much like Chen Baihu's—excluding Wang Qingshan, of course.

The Madman’s hand began to bleed, though not profusely, but the thug who had been struck by his fist fainted on the spot. Not to mention the five or six teeth that had been knocked out, the blood flowed from him as if it could not be staunched, which was a horrifying sight.

Humans were clearly the species most affected. After this incident, a legend began to spread across the Hoenn Continent. As time passed, a thousand years later, it turned into an ancient warning from the gods: that humans should not act this way, a foreshadowing to future generations not to be greedy for power that did not belong to them.

Ling'er glanced at him sideways, finding it amusing in her heart. The more urgent things appeared to ordinary people, the more calm and composed he remained.

The person who arrived was Tang Yichen. Seeing Li Xiaoyi covered in wounds and trembling incessantly, she felt a heart-wrenching pain and hurriedly shielded him.