Volume 1, Chapter 62: Entering the Ring

Jiang Huan pushed through the crowd and stepped onto the fighting ring in two strides.

The moment he ascended the platform, a flurry of bustling discussions erupted from the audience below.

"Is this kid a fresh recruit? Daring to challenge a Commander the moment he arrives—he truly knows neither the immensity of heaven nor the depth of the earth."

"Don't underestimate the youth; who knows, perhaps he actually possesses some real skills?"

"If you ask me, let's not rush to conclusions. What if he actually succeeds in his challenge?"

"Success? Are you overestimating that kid, or underestimating the Commander? I bet he won't last even two moves before the Commander kicks him off the ring!"

Jiang Huan paid no mind to the voices of the crowd below.

At this moment, his eyes held only the figure holding a pair of wooden sabers before him...

Approaching the source of the Ruoshui River, namely the far north, the area adjacent to the Ruoshui is the domain of the Scorpion King of the demon clan.

"You are simply exhausted, nothing serious. You'll be fine after resting for a few days." Cheng Yanzhong's gentleness toward her was in stark contrast to his recent shouting and roaring at the doctors and nurses.

I thrust the Chixiao treasured sword into the ground, and within the starry map behind my back, countless stars rose into the air—one side brilliant with starlight, the other blazing with fire dragons swallowing the heavens.

Right at this moment, Chu Haoran suddenly heard Feng Xuanyue rapidly approaching him. Raising her hand slightly, she aimed a direct strike at his neck. Chu Haoran smiled faintly, and just as Feng Xuanyue was less than ten centimeters away from him, he leaned his body slightly backward, perfectly dodging her attack.

Luo Wusheng expressed her gratitude, took twenty taels of silver from her purse, and handed it to the carriage driver.

Worried that her elder sister might go hungry without dinner, Zhang Nianying went to the kitchen and had the cook prepare a bowl of noodles to send to her sister's room.

Imitating the mannerisms she learned from television, Luo Wusheng cupped her hands in a bow and thanked the carriage driver, making the driver—who was accustomed to constantly lowering himself—feel somewhat embarrassed.

Accompanied by this sound, the jade stones surrounding the grand hall also cracked and spread, shattering and dissipating almost simultaneously with the symbols. The scenery in everyone's eyes completely changed.

Continuing the search in this manner, three days later, the traces still remained, though they endlessly circled within the forest, accompanied by numerous signs of struggle.

"Everyone, you have all worked hard over the years," Xuan Yuanwu said, raising the teacup on the table. "I shall use tea in place of wine to thank you all first."

The Xindu Monastery was renowned across the three kingdoms, and practitioners from various temples and Taoist monasteries frequently came here for quiet cultivation—a fact she had also heard of before.

Could he come? How could he possibly not come? He never expected that what Miaoshan meant by seeing the Buddha would be at this very moment. This made his heart, already stirred by his resurrection and return, even more excited.

Looking at the great beauty Wang Zhenzhen lying on the sofa, Lin Yu sighed softly in his heart, thinking: Forget it, let's treat it as a betrothal gift paid in advance, and also as an act of filial piety toward my future mother-in-law.

Suyang blinked, looking at Hudson's smiling face, and suddenly realized: he was asking about his mana-recovery potion.

Some people required a full twelve hours for their state and innate talents to recover simultaneously.

He truly never imagined that the other party would interpret his actions in such a manner. Unable to help himself, he composed himself once more, waved his hand calmly to indicate that he was very satisfied—after all, what choice did he have? He didn't dare be dissatisfied! In his view, this work was extremely well-executed, at least surpassing what many others could accomplish.

What if the antidote wasn't obtained, and Su Xing was fed something even more terrifying instead? That would be too disheartening.

The Sphinx maintained its posture, its blood-plasma phantom blocking the Purple Mystic Piercing Heaven Spear.

This sudden transition abruptly closed the distance between Li Mu and Zhang Cuiying. A look of joy crossed Li Mu's face as he slashed forward with his sword. Seeing Li Mu close in, Zhang Cuiying simply tapped her toes, lunged forward, and ducked low to evade Li Mu's sword strike.

Immediately, the old man thrust his oar forcefully into the riverbed. Here, before the reed marshes, the water was not yet very deep.

The unbridled scholar remained entirely unaffected, his mind and spirit unified. With a single arm, he slowly pushed the blade forward, directing the dark moon toward the falling crimson crescent.

The phoenix was utterly stunned by Huang Yueying's resolute leap, yet it also felt the depth of her love for her husband. As a beast of benevolence, even the phoenix could not help but grieve for her.

"Nonsense, of course it's true! Speak, whose grandson is it?" Li Yueze roared in a low voice, and Su Yan could actually catch the flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

Hearing this, Lan Xi wiped her sweat. She had angered the emperor, failed in vying for favor, and the emperor had gone to Consort Hua's palace instead, ruining the empress's good intentions. Consort Hua remained the favored one—won't both of them hate her to death?

Zhang Mengmeng pulled an eye mask out of nowhere, stopped Yun Yue, and placed it over Lin Feng's eyes.

Seeming to realize that Simon had deduced the purpose of these ice spikes, in the blink of an eye, the ice spikes covering the mile-long beach burst open as if by prior agreement, countless ice shards dancing in the air like a glittering expanse.

And time, amidst this tranquil peace, slowly drifted away beneath the sunset glow of a summer evening.

It seemed there was no reason to refuse further. Moreover, even knowing it was like a mayfly shaking a giant tree, there were still things I wished to try.

Lan Xi shook her head. Having just arrived, she understood nothing of the situation, let alone knowing what to do in the future. She must not rashly thrust herself into the spotlight; it was better to wait until she had thought things through clearly.

At the time, everyone was baffled and utterly confused, but now, after Wang Shenyi's analysis, they suddenly understood.

Forman was no fool; he had simply never witnessed such profound scheming before. After falling silent for a moment, he suddenly understood: Yang Yi did not want the surrounding knightly territories to remain peaceful. He wanted them in chaos, because only through chaos could Yang Yi exploit the gaps. And to act as this stirring stick, Knight Lev was undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

Another wave of murmurs arose from the audience, some filled with anticipation, others with disdain. Those showing disdain naturally did so because they had already mastered the technique. After all, Class A was composed of the most talented children in the entire school, including scions of various prominent families who naturally learned the Three-Body Technique in advance from their clans.

Likewise, Mu Xun'er did not conceal her background, sharing her origins with Kou Lan'er as well.

Among them, Lucy had not long ago obtained the divine priesthood of the Flat-Chest Goddess from the Milk Goddess, becoming a new deity. Because Lucy was a newly born deity, she did not belong to the Beast God pantheon; hence, Lucy would be joining the Moe God pantheon this time.

Gazing upon this ethereal, unrestrained, and untamed figure, such a thought arose universally in the minds of everyone present.

While other dragons loved collecting shiny things like gold coins and gems, Kanna specialized in collecting sweet things.