Chapter Fifty-One: The Opera Singer

Damn that landlord! Sumeru’s madness just now was probably thanks to those few bastards.

“I’m not interested. Find whoever you want, just open the passageway already!” I snapped.

“My old mistress said that Young Master Xie wields the Breaker Blade, capable of slaying the guardian beast of our house, the Cunning Hound, and fears neither the foul mist nor the sweet haze. She believes you and she are old acquaintances. She wishes to…”

By the way, the gargoyle’s trident has a recall function; once thrown, as long as it wills it, the weapon will vanish and return to its hand.

Li Yan’s mind was no longer present in the court; he couldn’t be bothered with the generals’ discussion about marching south. His thoughts were instead on the message brought by a retainer from the Lingjian Sect, hailing from Dong Penglai.

The Nine-tailed Fox’s face, bright red, turned slightly as he looked down at his own feet. That strange, unearthly sound had come from right beneath him.

Together with Ning Shan and the others, Lin Tian didn’t linger long in the Demonic Sky Plaza before leaving. Once outside, they returned to their villa.

Though he was suspicious, he knew he still had to explore. With martial arts manuals in his possession, he could now consider himself a skilled fighter. Confidence comes with ability; even if more evil creatures or monsters appeared, he wouldn’t be afraid.

To him, there were many ways to reach the Bone-Strengthening realm—taking powerful bone-and-blood pills, or consuming royal jelly. There was no need to waste such a precious royal insect. Besides, his Golden Bell Shield’s advancement might differ from an ordinary martial artist’s breakthrough.

“There’s a third one? That must be stopped at any cost.” The Third Hokage dared not be careless. With a forceful seal, all his shuriken pinned down the third emerging coffin, just barely preventing its appearance.

Rock’s purpose in coming here was now fulfilled. All that was left was to see that they took Fatty away safely.

Where to go? She hadn’t really thought about it, only acting on the impulse to escape this place of heartbreak, to avoid hearing any more news of Ying Zheng. Having traveled all over the land during years of business, there was hardly a place in China she hadn’t seen. Yet now, nowhere seemed to call to her.

Naruto and Kiba, who had already made enemies in the tower’s rest area, grew even more combative when they saw each other. Their posturing brought a touch of chill to the otherwise tense competition arena.

After speaking, the Bitter Bamboo Daoist pointed at the bamboo-root staff that had been struck into the air by the Primal Merit Ruler. The staff immediately halted in midair. With a quick gesture, a wisp of vital energy shot from his fingers into the staff, and it suddenly came to life, spinning and dancing in the void, casting countless bamboo-shadow illusions.

“If you’re so eager for vengeance, I’ll give you one more chance. How about a wager between us…” The words had barely left his lips when another voice interrupted.

All that was happening now was little more than treating the Cloud Ninja as playthings for their own amusement.

“How do you feel?” Old Huang asked. His attitude toward me had changed completely, and after so long, he’d clearly realized I hadn’t meant anything by what happened before.

Tao Tao was skilled with computers, making him the obvious choice for communication support. Besides Wang Yang, their group also included Hu Bin and Sun Jing.

Since she’d taken up the faith, Aunt had become a vegetarian, refusing even dishes cooked with lard. Stir-fried vegetables had to be made in two batches: one with peanut oil, one with meat.

“A magical tool,” I replied, then ran to the wardrobe to dig out the yellow talisman paper Second Uncle had given me years ago.

I once read that to become an expert at something, you must practice it at least ten thousand times. At first, the idea was shocking, but upon reflection, it made perfect sense.