Volume One, Chapter 115: The Sacred Heart Claims the Top Scholar, Underlying Currents Stir the Capital

“Why forget? Wouldn’t it be better to be with him in the future?” At that moment, a voice whispered in her ear.

“Let’s clear the way.” Li Xun glanced out the window. This stretch of road was difficult to detour, and with a river below, it would be more convenient to clear the vehicles.

Yet Matsuda Jinpei had not forgotten his current identity and the role he faced... He could only suppress himself while venting his inner rage, lest he cause an irreversible tragedy.

Naturally, he had done his homework beforehand, fully aware of what awaited them after graduation.

He had gathered so many relatives today simply to assert himself and sharply cut down their arrogance.

If not for a strand of thunderous spiritual energy that first eroded the opponent’s protective aura...

It wouldn’t truly be like the legendary earth dragon, roaming freely through the land, surging forward, then suddenly bursting out to strangle everything in its path.

Thus, the second fragment of Lei Nie’s self—the full 720 coordinate points—naturally had a great chance of manifesting an extraordinary source point.

This state of internal power crystallizing a true energy seed is called a half-step transformation; warriors refer to it as a half-step master.

However, if one paid close attention, one could see those gem-like eyes flicker slightly, carefully surveying the surroundings.

But Su Mi’s heart was especially complex as she watched the massive waves swell from a few meters to dozens of meters, roaring wildly, overwhelming the entire coastline with a destructive force that threatened to engulf the fishing village.

Moreover, recently Zhang Hao had offended Bo’er, and as Bo’er’s number one lackey, A Qiu would never let the matter slide easily.

Liang Mo looked at Yang Xiao with a puzzled expression, growing more and more unable to discern him. For a moment, however, he was still somewhat disappointed, his head bowed in dejection.

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Now twelve years old, Zhang Xiaoxiao was at the innocent age of purity. Zhang Hao cared for no other reason than to protect this innocence. As for everything else, Zhang Hao simply did not care.

After some encouraging words, Wang Mingyuan left the training ground with guests from the Huang family. Wang Changsheng and Wang Changyue chatted briefly before also departing.

The mortality rate was alarmingly high; news of unexpected deaths during missions arrived almost daily.

Gao Bin sat beside a worried Yang Xiao, shrugging to Fang Xuanling.

All the rights, beauties, and status a man desires were given to his beloved third son.

Both master and disciple believed their assumptions were correct, for if he had been a family servant or prisoner, it made no sense that the lord would not strike his face, leaving no scars, with all heavy injuries on the back.

Ruan Qinliu turned and headed toward the west road entrance. Good, the direction was correct; the mysterious advertisement showed no error. Yet it still failed—at the next intersection, the error reappeared. It seemed it wasn’t related to landmark buildings. What else could it be?

“I told you! Are you guys in cahoots with Longyang, messing with us? Does Longyang miss us? Where is he?” Jin Er searched the balance room while pacing. He had always relied on this line of work and felt no fear.

The sea route was perilous; setting aside the monsters in the water, the reefs and fierce winds deterred ordinary vessels. Resources were scarce, but the only notable advantage was the relatively dense spiritual energy.

“Disciple is ashamed. Two years ago when leaving Qingyang Sect, I was a warrior at the lower middle tier of the fifth rank; now I am merely at the upper middle tier of the sixth rank,” Ming Xuan said with some shame.

“Please come in; Li Hanyun is right in the courtyard.” Shi Jingtian once again invited Li Huo inside, unable to endure the interrogation-like questions and those eyes continually scanning him.

Light King Break! Xie Tong unleashed all his fighting spirit, casting golden electric light to resist the sword energy, but Light King Break was sliced into four and dissipated into the air, only faint golden sparks flickering before Duan Xing’s face before vanishing.

It seemed that ice arrow was exceptionally cold; the old man instantly lost all sensation, remaining still in his sinister posture.

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“Aunt Lan, there shouldn’t be any trouble for a while. When do you plan to move back to the village?” Tie Cheng asked.

“Later,” Rose said little, calling everyone to mount the beasts of burden they had brought, speeding toward the Holy Tree Hall.

“To block my shot is worthy of a master. If that’s all you have, I won’t bother playing with you!” Mo Wen stood firm after withdrawing his spear, speaking calmly, unaffected by Li Sigang’s attack.

“Wang Long, are you alright?” Lin Qingya squatted down, concerned, looking at Wang Long who was holding his head.

Putting on his underwear, lifting the sheer curtain, Zhao Dabao sat cross-legged on the bed. He did not sleep immediately but practiced the Nine-turn Profound Skill. Ever since successfully cultivating the Nine-turn internal energy in Qinling Prison, daily practice had become an unbreakable rule.

When elemental control touched the Heavenly Halberd, he felt a formidable elemental force; evidently, Master Yongri had just tested Liuguang’s magical skill.

“Is that so? Then why haven’t you come out? Why didn’t the earlier attempt work?” Zhou Lan retorted sarcastically. Zheng Xuan had tried some methods but was still trapped.

Du Zhuan understood in his heart that Zhuang Yang was his nemesis. He lowered his head and took a bottle of wine from under the bed. Zhuang Yang took the wine, sneered coldly, and drank it down mouthful by mouthful. After finishing the bottle, Zhuang Yang grew somewhat dizzy, stood up, and headed toward his room.

Long after, applause and admiration finally erupted from the audience. They had obviously rarely seen such a beautiful young lady, especially outside the Divine Sword Peak among cultivators.

“You two, always so arrogant, the men chasing after you could fill an elite squad by now, right?” Qiu Manman said with a teasing tone.