Chapter Sixty-Six: Dressing Before the Mirror

My Years as a Rural Outcast Left Dao Approaches 1235 words 2026-04-13 18:48:01

My scalp tingled with shock. I hurriedly pulled Sumeru behind me, drew my battered blade with a clang, took several steps back, and demanded, "Who exactly are you?"

Fatty Zuo lowered his scissor-shaped hands, his beady eyes bulging. "What's gotten into you? I'm your own little brother, old man!"

I was on the verge of losing my mind, because...

Hearing the commotion, Doctor Tan opened his eyes. To his surprise, the person entering was Huang Wu. He let out a puzzled sound, sat up straight, and tried to get up, but his legs were numb from sitting too long, and he couldn't stand.

All in all, these two cousins had left Ning Xiu with a rather good impression—certainly much better than that snobbish fourth uncle.

From the most ancient times to the present, throughout endless ages, unless the last link was truly poor, the final law could always be broken through. Normally, countless masters of the great path would stagnate upon reaching two thousand five hundred laws. Achieving two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine meant one's abilities were anything but mediocre.

Moreover, Chen Yuxuan had followed the Heavenly Emperor in Lu Zhou for many years. Whenever Emperor Duanmu Huangqi acquired superior artifacts, he would of course reward them with a share—otherwise, why would anyone remain in his service?

Although this karst cave was not large, it was stunning. Beautiful stalactites stood upright like bamboo shoots, forming natural columns. The limestone walls, veined with fluorescent minerals, sparkled like a starry night, bringing a natural glow to this dark cavern.

But this did not mean Lu Shu still needed to study the swordsmanship here. He had already forged his own path in the art; the resonant echoes of martial prowess across a hundred miles bore testament to that.

Yet after reading his magical circuit twice, Carl found it increasingly familiar.

Nangong Yun Yao responded, his mind also mulling over the beast-hunting tournament. He had heard from Liu Yunqing that the rankings were determined by the amount of prey one secured. However, never having participated himself, he had no idea how much would be needed to reach the top.

Such a powerful and mysterious child of destiny was dangerous, even if not yet fully fledged.

Hong Jun’s calculations were precise: Jiang Xiao had become a Chaos Saint, on equal footing with Hong Jun himself. In theory, Jiang Xiao had no need to attend the lecture, but to vie for the two saintly thrones, he had no choice.

From chaos to confusion, my mind, which hadn't been able to grasp a single thread, finally settled on an appropriate emotion.

Ning Ken would rather let the Four-Sided Mountain Spirit Stone Mine slip away. Neither Qin Sanjian nor the other Golden Core elders made a move, even at the risk of death or injury. Only after Fei Changfang lured out the two Nascent Souls from Flowing Cloud Valley did they strike decisively.

How laughable. She was at his mercy in life; did she really think she could turn the tables in death?

It was the emperor who, to pave the way for his favorite consort's son, deliberately made him crown prince to attract his brothers' fire.

To think the money earned from this partnership now equaled the amount spent on advertising at Chen La’s place!

The man seemed to have made a momentous decision. He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

Zhao Zilai nodded solemnly. As strategists, they knew better than anyone the power of their lord's three goals.

Even though Ji Hezi had lived two lives, never having experienced the harsh reality of the workplace, she remained ignorant of all these official procedures, thinking she could rest easy after deleting the information online.

Upon hearing Liam’s name mentioned inside, Tao Ting pricked up her ears and leaned her head toward the door.

Some nearby anomalous sites dimmed their radiance, doing their utmost to minimize their presence.

Looking closer, he realized it was the same two—Brother Wan and Brother Jiang—from before. But how was it that, after only a few days, they had fallen into such a sorry state?