Volume One, Chapter 96: Chen Pingchuan Weaves an Inescapable Net, Old Bald Li Finds No Way to Escape

Following the rumbling sound, the arrowhead pressed forward! Seeing Qin Yi run out, a thousand others immediately followed, sensing that Qin Yi must have discovered the source of this sudden earthquake-like noise.

The Eight Desolations Tower was the most dilapidated palace among the nine floors. Standing atop the Eight Desolations Ridge on Xianyou Mountain, below it lay the Eight Desolations Mansion. Though vast, the mansion was rarely visited, with only a young Daoist boy of eight or nine years waiting at the gate. Despite his youth, his eyes were sharp and mature beyond his years.

Wu Nan was momentarily stunned upon hearing this news. So the deceased was actually the assailant? Then how did he end up poisoned in the restroom? Could it be that his accomplices turned against him? Wu Nan pondered with some frustration.

A figure burst out of the Immortal Palace, not charging toward Long Qingchen, but heading straight for the Hengxing-level teleportation formation of the Residual Blade Sect.

Hu Yong leapt up to the window ledge and peered down, seeing only empty ropes stretching into the darkness.

"Young master has been inside the Time Tower's top floor for some time now. Not sure when he'll return. If only we had gone in with him then," Wanwan glanced toward the tower's direction and said.

"This has nothing to do with you. Even if I wronged Luoluo's mother, it’s not your concern," said Mi Luo's father.

Suddenly, a shadow swooped in, drawing a dagger from its back and slashing fiercely at the incoming bowstring.

"No, first hand over the remote control!" Shen Yao glanced at Wu Nan opposite her, uncertain of his intentions.

"Zhilin, where is the access? Why can't I see it?" Ye Feng’s voice grew more fluent as he called out.

With bright eyes, Qiu Shui, unable to cultivate martial arts, took another path—training her spiritual power. Her seemingly all-seeing eyes were a benefit of this spiritual cultivation.

"Master Ren, the Martial Arts Conference is about to commence. Please take your seat. After the event, there will be plenty of time for you and your siblings to reunite," Li Kong coaxed, stroking his bushy eyebrows like cricket antennae, smiling gently.

Dragging the once formidable Daxia commander, now as stiff as a corpse, Mo Wang pulled him into a nearby room—one specifically designed for interrogation. Prisoners were routinely questioned here, making it a perfect setting now.

He had originally wanted to trust Viscount Sid, but now that talk of a "half-step earl" had surfaced, Earl Manny considered firing this unreliable attendant: if he couldn't even distinguish vampire ranks, what use was he?

The sorrowful sword intent mostly carried an ice attribute. Though Netherworld Ghost Fire was indeed fire, it was a ghostly cold flame, not killing by heat but by chilling cold—much like the True Yin Fire—making it perfectly complementary to Lushu’s sword intent. Together, they strongly suppressed the demon king’s Red Lotus Karma Flame.

Because of the battlefield where Hattori Tatsuya fell, leaked by the Seven Mist Ninja Blades, many powerful warriors had come in recent days to examine the traces.

Facing an opponent he did not need to exert himself against, Wu Hao disliked taking the initiative. So when the match began, he stood still, and Mu Qing, like a previous berserker, also chose to remain immobile.

Especially with Feng Shui practitioners like Ye Siyu who possessed strange powers—provoking him brought no benefit, but great danger. Since their family had a good start with Ye Siyu, they had no need to cling to him like a lapdog.

"After our survey, directly detonating this section of the mountain could indeed carve a riverbed under water flow, but..." the elderly Daoist Chunjirou pointed at the map.

Yet that face struck her as oddly familiar, and seeing him spit blood sent a pang of dull pain through her heart.

Chiba frowned as he listened to Chiba Jue’s account, imagining how stressed Old Master Luo must be right now.

The man chuckled lowly, as if certain Chiba would never allow outsiders to discover them, growing increasingly reckless.

However, they evidently had their worries. Even after returning to their mountain lodge, they encountered no villains.

He was now her superior, so proper etiquette was necessary in front of others.

For the first time in his life, he encountered such trouble in alchemy—he was utterly helpless against a furnace.

Ji Zhuochen bowed his head in thought, while the other five students wondered if they were really about to go out and fight.

Cold Flame still stood firm, her thoughts not on the demon ahead but on the person behind.

Before Qin Feng could finish speaking, a dull pain shot through the top of his foot as Shui Yiren broke free from his embrace.

"Nariya, loosen up. I wasn’t killed by pirates outside, but you’re about to suffocate me!" Bella gasped for air.

Many Nascent Soul experts entered the secret realm, but traveling together with fellow Nascent Soul practitioners was truly rare.

"Not quite. I just told the investors to increase funding and deliberately quoted a high figure. So, you understand!" Yun Yun smirked mischievously.

Donaruma tracked the ball’s trajectory, estimating he could intercept it. He struck out to seize the ball but found it difficult to control, so he changed tactics—clenching both fists, he struck the ball forcefully, sending it flying more than twenty meters beyond the penalty area.

This Liang Yu was likely Liang Chao’s older brother or similar—apparently a soldier—currently causing trouble for Grandpa Zhuge, who was helping Guo Man.

It seemed the Nine-Transformation Life-Extending Pill had taken great effect. Huang Longshi’s complexion eased from deep redness, his violent coughing subsided, and his breathing smoothed out.

The air carried the fresh scent of earth, with dewy water droplets rolling on green leaves, refracting a spectrum of colors.

Just as he berated himself for his foolishness, he suddenly saw a dozen sports cars speeding along the highway.

This was no longer the Sword of Heavenly Righteousness; Chen Feng no longer needed to name it. The strike was simple—a straightforward thrust—perfectly integrating his sword intent with the Emperor’s Sword to unleash imperial might at its peak.