Volume 1, Chapter 27: The Eye of the Heavenly Dao Manifests Its Power

"It seems you truly come as you please and die as you please." Di Yu's words left the three-star Battle Sect master stunned.

"Then tell me, are you helping your lover?" Yi Yang asked after pondering for a long time.

As time ticked by, Yi Yang did not suffer the bodily explosion the Great Elder had warned of; instead, he grew calm, the extreme agony fading from his face as if he had adapted to it.

"When did I ever call you stupid? Such an obvious matter—bringing it up only hurts our feelings," Li Hao replied, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his words cutting enough to kill.

"I take responsibility for my own actions. I was the one who hit him. If his family wants to make trouble, let them come to me," Lei Sheng said, fearless.

"Understood." Li Hao operated the controls, pressed the confirm button, and the game screen flashed to a new scene.

While they were speaking, Zhi Yuan had already brewed tea and brought it over. Bai Shu quickly took the cups and poured a drink for each of them.

That figure was wreathed in cold mist, appearing ethereal and illusory, with the spiritual energy fluctuations characteristic of a peak Dharma Realm expert rippling around her.

Bai Shu’s sleep was as poor as ever, especially in this mine shaft, which was filled with the sounds of snoring and a nauseating stench.

At these words, the thugs grew instantly excited. Their boss was willing to reward them with so much silver and ocean coins—enough to squander for quite a while. With this money, they could woo any beauty they desired without a single worry.

Guoguo felt a bit shy and buried her head in the Fourth Master's chest. "Master, let's go back," she whispered, while playfully brushing against his chest.

Ye Nanxue's martial prowess grew day by day, though it was not an excessive increase in power.

Facing the old man’s kind face, Xia Zhi could not reconcile him with the rumors of the decisive and meticulous old commander heard from the outside world.

Gu Qianlian, however, was unfazed. Even though the living conditions were somewhat poor, she hadn't come for comfort. She spent quite some time coaxing her family until their brows finally smoothed out.

Lu Lianchun knew that Sheng Ranran was trying to win her over, and she knew she needed allies. But she had to raise her own standing first.

"Forget it if you don't want to." Su Monan lazily raised his eyes, glancing at her unsettled face. He frowned, coldly withdrew his gaze, took a sip of the coffee she had brewed earlier, and prepared to rise.

Gu Qianlian couldn't help but be curious. "The second son of that family is one thing, but the third son—I hear Wang Jinbu values him quite a bit. Otherwise, he wouldn't be the only one to have been arranged a formal job."

When it was time for a break, Xing Jianfen collapsed onto the curb, panting heavily. Gu Qianlian fetched water and held it to her lips, letting her drink slowly.

She reflected that the man hadn't even used his full strength while sparring with her, yet she had managed to break his bone; an apology was the least she could do.

Xian Rushi was Yue Fengyi’s foster mother, and she held a grudge against Yue Fengyi’s sister-in-law, Qiao Meijin, which left Yue Fengyi feeling quite helpless.

He Xiao had come to buy clothes today as well, but unlike Tong En, she was doing it purely for amusement and to pass the time.

Li Wei looked at Lancelot with surprise, thinking to himself: How could Lancelot say such a thing? Could it be that Lancelot already knows about the relationship between Alstoria and me?

To be honest, in terms of sheer physical strength, the sturdy man was certainly superior to the battle-hardened Wang Nanbei. However, the gap remained too wide—not in raw power, but in the grasp of the overall battlefield, the ability to react instantly to the enemy, and the seizing of fleeting opportunities.

"His name is Zheng Long. We've been together for three years. You couldn't tell, could you?" Chuchu said, tearing open the packaging of her utensils with a proud smile.

"Alright then." Lele’s insistence left me with no room to refuse, so I nodded helplessly. Under the influence of alcohol, I felt a faint sense of anticipation for what was to come.

With his hand on the hilt of his sword, showing not a single flaw in his stance, the "Sick Sword Elder" exuded an even deeper air of decay. Then, a faint aura of destruction began to spread; it seemed he was about to unleash a powerful technique. As he extended his hand, this aura grew even more staggering. As he executed his move, those watching from the sidelines could not help but retreat ten paces.

The atmosphere in the council hall seemed to grow increasingly cold, and the many experts of the Fengmo Sect all kept their eyes on Lin Yi.

For a moment, the young Latolas’s eyes grew moist, but he did not cry. He merely sniffled, struggling to keep his tears from falling.

At this moment, Qian Buguang, who had been bowing for a long time, felt a flicker of excitement and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Alliance Leader!" He then bowed and backed away.

Moreover, Team A was filled with powerful figures; Canhong and Guzhong were both on the roster, making them incredibly difficult to deal with.

As Mu Lingxi finished speaking, the result, as it always did in reality, dealt a deliberate blow.

At the table, Sun Qi and Guang Yun were just as shocked by Wu Dao’s words as Xiao Cheng was. But for men, the emotions in their hearts are rarely displayed plainly on their faces.

After all, there truly was no danger; for the past two days, Mu Xiaoxia had been standing there just fine, hadn't she?

Suddenly, the ruler in Fairy Wan’s hand vanished. She swept her empty hands, and countless rays of Yin-Yang profound light fanned out like a surging tide.