Chapter 87: Why Am I Not a Man?

I do know about the Turtle’s Snake Tower. That place is an abandoned construction site, infamous for being haunted. Originally, a commercial building was planned for that plot, but when the structure reached the eighteenth floor, the construction workers began leaping from the roof as if they were bungee jumping—five or six men and women perished, one after another. With no other choice, construction was halted, and the building was left unfinished to this day. The developers even invited monks and Taoist priests to investigate, but every single one of them fled after a single glance.

There was, however, a wandering Taoist unafraid of death...

The elder’s face was covered in wrinkles, looking every bit the ordinary mortal, yet in the flicker of his eyes, there gleamed a light that sent chills down the spine.

The power of Eagle Claw lies in seizing and dislocating joints. Although Qin Mu had only just begun training in Eagle Fist, his foundation in Xingyi’s Five Element Fist was deep, so the force with which he now wielded Eagle Fist was formidable.

“I refuse to believe this!” Yang Chen twisted his neck slightly, the Nine Dragon Sacred Staff in his hand pulsing with overwhelming spiritual energy. That energy condensed into a dragon-shaped apparition. With a thunderous shout, Yang Chen leapt up, swung his staff down, and struck the puppet, sending it reeling in confusion.

So Qin Mu wondered if the Sword-Casting Tower was meant to help disciples of Sword-Casting Manor train their swordsmanship. He waited quietly for a challenge to appear, but nothing came. That was when Qin Mu realized he had guessed wrong once again.

The second event was called the “Void Labyrinth.” The main focus was the development of spatial transmission technology. The Three Thousand Academies provided a labyrinthine domain where space was in chaos. Each team entered from different points, using spatial transmission equipment to navigate the maze and retrieve the red sphere from its center.

When Wang Ping’an arrived in Tianfeng City, the city had already recovered from its post-war sorrow. The thunderstorm had ceased, but the swirling clouds above had yet to disperse. Su Jin’s mind replayed those storm-black eyes bursting with lightning as she slowly closed her own.

Ancient times were not like today. Before marriage, couples now can date, even live together for a time and get to know each other; if things don’t work out after marriage, they can divorce. Back then, if two people were mismatched in temperament or had no affection, forcing them together would only make for a pair of resentful spouses. In the end, that would do more harm than good for Ying’er.

He gave a cold snort, waved his hand, and someone darted out from behind him. With a swift motion, a blade flashed—blood spurted forth. Ye Qiu collapsed onto the carpet as his carotid artery was ruthlessly severed, blood pumping like a fountain, splattering onto his pale face and black clothes—a shocking, stark contrast.

“I am the spirit beast of the Fifteenth Prince of the Soaring Dragon Kingdom! If you dare kill me, every tribe and village in the Southern Wilds will be buried with me!” The black tiger, seeing everyone had stopped attacking, immediately spoke with smug arrogance.

With car doors flanking them on both sides, the two moved forward like the filling in a sandwich.

Hearing these words, the Lord of the Ethereal Sect was stunned; she had not expected there to be such a history between the pair.

The child made no move, only keeping his eyes fixed on Shen Xing, as if she were the only source of light in the darkness.

After speaking, the ghostly soldier nodded at once and vanished into the shadows, while he... simply remained seated, waiting.

Wei Qingyan stood atop the mountain, hands clasped behind her back. Hearing those words, she clenched her fists tight, her expression unchanged.

“The Lord Chu who travels with you was the man I loved in my youth. The day Fu Zhuzhu was killed, I was on my way to the Moon Consort’s Hall when he stopped me and confessed that he too cared for me.”

Yet those dozens of figures did not attack them. Instead, they opened the gates, from the villa’s main door all the way to the entrance, forming a path.

Chu Yi’an watched as the P-players approached, their eyes first landing on a spot engulfed in flames. Suddenly, their bodies stiffened, and they darted off in another direction.

The Virtuous Consort picked up the confession before her. The further she read, the darker her expression became. By the end, she was filled with both terror and relief.