Volume 1, Chapter 37: The Delicate Beauty

A flash of yellow light! A short mace suddenly appeared in One-Eye’s hand. Behind him, a phantom of a one-eyed wolf manifested in an instant. However, Jiang Huan’s speed was even faster; his long saber struck directly toward One-Eye. The "Thousand Blades" technique materialized instantly, severing the one-eyed wolf’s head with a single blow. Blood spewed from One-Eye’s mouth, and the mace in his hand shattered. He turned to flee, but with a single bound, Jiang Huan caught up, his long saber pointing at the man’s throat. "Speak. Why were you following me?" One-Eye gave a disdainful smile; clearly, in his view, how could a callow youth like Jiang Huan possibly have the nerve to kill? It was surely just an attempt to scare him. Jiang Huan frowned, applying slight pressure with his blade...

In truth, he had long wanted to exchange for the second transformation of the God-Demon Nine Tribulations, but the sudden beast tide in the Eastern Territory had delayed him. Because this mark was different from ordinary ones, it lacked any prior memories. Su Bo was still trapped in the Land of Fallen Gods by some affair, leaving Zhang Chen to rely only on himself, yet he was growing weaker by the day. "Fine, if you help me find Linde and have him wipe it for me, will that work?" Phil tried to bargain. As Di Jun finished speaking, a purple light surged triumphantly, and Zhang Chen felt as if he were enveloped in a world of violet. Chen Chuliang knew that at this moment, Wu Yufu needed to hear the truth—simple, plain words that would make him decide to stay in a single thought. Fortunately, Hu Ye arrived just in time. With a flick of a single strand of hair, he swept away the demon that Wei He had transformed into, though the hair, thick as a towering tree, snapped upon impact.

However, Crete merely touched the first sphere lightly, then moved his finger to the second, brushing past each reflection in turn. Inside the carriage, Wu Gang saw that the medication was ineffective and urged Guan Fengxia to increase the dosage. As the heartbeat became uncontrollable, he took over to perform chest compressions himself. "You don’t have to forgive me, but I hope you will not vent your anger on the Yang family," Yang Qingling said, her face pale as she spoke in a low voice. Xiao Yaozi and Jiang Tong had not stepped out of the vehicle, and they remained inside, having only driven the car into the courtyard. "Han Feng, I am searching for myself within the fog of my love for you. I don’t want to fall anymore; I can finally see the starry sky." At night, listening to music and thinking of his face, Qin Xi smiled foolishly, as if she had tasted honey. Isn’t that just what unrequited love is? The corners of her mouth couldn’t help but lift whenever she thought of him. They had no choice but to flee, but before escaping, they had to set fire to the cell where the dying Lu Yongtong was held, burning it to the ground.

Then, a strange scene unfolded: the vengeful ghosts and malicious spirits that had been attacking me so crazily began to tremble. They seemed immensely terrified, shivering uncontrollably as if gripped by some inexplicable, bizarre dread. "Brother, it was Ji Qingshang who stole my work; I am merely taking back what is rightfully mine." She deliberately raised her voice to appear less guilty. Qin Xi looked at his abdominal muscles, seeing his body for the first time, and felt embarrassed. Her face flushed red, and she retreated. Because her colleague had an emergency today, they had swapped shifts. Having been coworkers for so many years, making things convenient for others was ultimately convenient for oneself. As most had guessed, the "King of Stones" was a solid piece of jade, and the water-clarity was of glass-seed quality.

In her dream, Qin Xi’s tears reached her temples, and Han Feng wiped them away. Qin Xi suddenly grabbed his hand, her nails digging into his skin. Han Feng stroked her hair, saying, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I am here." Under his gentle caress, Qin Xi finally released her grip, and her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, though she continued to tremble in her nightmare. She had always led a wretched life, and there was little difference between living and dying; besides, if she succeeded, she could turn her life around and live well. Why wouldn't she do it? Last night’s intimacy had been deeply satisfying for Liang Xinzhi. Even after returning home, she couldn’t sleep; every time she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with the extravagant scenes from that night. A physical encounter had turned into an emotional entanglement; she had developed an attachment she could not let go of. I was suddenly at a loss for words, looking at her with pleading eyes. In the end, she was defeated by my piercing gaze; she hoisted her heavy rock-broadsword, leaped up, and struck with a flying swing. When they heard the word "schizophrenia" from their mouths, Chen Mohan felt as if she had been struck by a club. Tian Xue froze. She was right; she had been bickering with her for over twenty years, yet she truly had never been able to do anything to her.

Chen Langya’s words were shocking. Even with Davis’s cultivation and composure, the statement caused ripples in his heart, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "It’s highly likely. Help me up, Yi Ran," Shennong Qingyan said, feeling a bad premonition. Amidst the sound of the zither, he remembered how much courage his heart once held, but through all the storms of life, it had become like these autumn sounds—the cold wind arriving, gradually falling silent. With it, you have everything; without it, you have nothing. It is a "devil" that can make people lose their true nature and their original purpose in the pursuit of it. It is also an "angel" that can make you feel the beauty of heaven the moment you possess it. This feeling was different from being with Ziyang. Before Ziyang, Gu Ling’er could do as she pleased and speak her mind, and Ziyang would always indulge and follow her, never holding it against her. That feeling was calm, warm, and happy. Although everyone around them knew this logic—that their pills failed because of Liu Haotian—they dared not blame him. Moreover, it was due to their own lack of strength; who told them they were unlucky enough to be assigned here? Fu Shi, Luo Longling, and Huang Yuze listened, entranced, but the Great Elder’s teeth clenched tighter and tighter. However, even with a shortcut, these three things require destiny and patience; they cannot be achieved overnight. Ji Kai described the old man in detail, but everyone claimed not to have seen him. It was strange; no one knew where the old man had entered or exited. However, thinking that he no longer had evil spirits by his side, he could no longer stir up any trouble. At this moment, a middle-aged man’s voice suddenly echoed in Su Ying’s mind, as if transmitted from billions of years ago. Lin Yu walked straight over, and just as he neared the entrance, he heard the two guards at the door chatting. His appearance was born that way and could not be changed, yet he was not insecure. He did his best to ensure that when he smiled, it appeared graceful and decent to others, so as not to be an eyesore, respecting both himself and others. The seven people staying temporarily in the apartment did not notice anything amiss, nor did they know that their deep sleep would later become their protective talisman. Establishing a Dao Palace meant standing on equal footing with the other three, becoming orthodox human forces and guarding humanity alongside them. Tian Chuan never expected her to say such things. It seemed she did not view him as a brother, but as a man in her heart. This brought Tian Chuan great comfort; "I have always loved you in my heart, and you must not simply view me as a brother."