Volume One, Chapter 21: Hope for the Scroll’s Restoration

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The blood mist dyed the entire seabed red. The soul grass around Wukong entwined itself around him, emanating a chilling aura, like the undead spirits from the netherworld.

Everyone unanimously agreed with Amnesiac Brother’s suggestion and marveled at how even children raised by the underworld nowadays were so thoughtful, organized, and disciplined—it was truly astonishing.

Ye Zhidong stood up, smiled innocently, and placed the half-woven bamboo basket on the ground. Glancing at the gloomy rain outside the door, he casually said, “It’s raining, and no one’s coming. I’ll weave some lanterns. Brother Wei, why don’t you take a few home later?” His voice was as dull as the weather outside.

Having arrived in Japan a few days ago, they had only eaten out twice, yet both times had sparked battles—each more brutal than the last, nearly costing them their lives.

Several people gathered around simultaneously, and Sìxǐ also climbed down from the lizard’s back to the platform. Tiāncì’s eyes were tightly shut, his face pale as death, his goatee stained with drying blood, and a deep bruise darkening his chest. Xiào Yún had shattered his sternum with a single palm strike, and his internal injuries were severe.

However, his dimensional bracelet and his heavily wounded right arm had completely turned to ashes. Deprived of medicinal support, he now had to rely solely on his body’s natural healing abilities. But with such grievous wounds, recovery would undoubtedly take a long time.

Xú Jiāngnán furrowed his brows, then turned his head away, hoping to brush off the topic. Just as he was about to speak—

An elderly woman with a wrinkled face and white hair sat on the sofa, clutching her phone, tearfully sobbing.

The old butler saw the boatmen off at the door. In the corridor, sailors went door to door informing everyone about the evening’s festival.

“Longyang, let go!” Tiāntiān couldn’t accept it and refused to believe Longyang would offend her so brazenly. She struggled, trying to push him away.

Seeing Ah He’s envious expression, Yáng Níng inwardly clicked his tongue, truly surprised that the card the woman threw had such a powerful effect.

In the next moment, nine sword shadows surrounding Luó Hào transformed into afterimages, fiercely shooting at Tao Qìng’s vital points—each strike deadly.

In fact, due to various unfavorable factors earlier, everyone had begun to lose hope. Only the faintest desire to survive still drove them to seek a way out. It was only now that they began to regain some confidence in escaping alive.

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Knowing this clearly, Captain Sòng had no choice but to avoid mentioning any problems and instead focused on comforting Lǐ Dōng’s emotions.

Thinking of this, Shī Yáo smiled unconsciously, yet at the same time, her resolve to become stronger deepened—she could no longer allow such disasters to happen to her.

The economy in Shangǔ Commandery was depressed, and because the border was unstable, most civilians had relocated inland. Within Yōuzhōu, only Zhào Yì’s forces in Zhuō Commandery were numerous, trading land for soldiers—a helpless but necessary strategy.

Hearing Yún Shīxuán’s words, Shī Yáo’s first thought was whether Yún Yè had left her an escape route—was he still alive?

These three images were aligned from left to right, so upon reaching this point, the jade carriage on the far left came into clear view.

From the ambush at the northwest border, to breaking through the encirclement, then entering the Bronze Divine Tree amid the siege, and finally ambushing and decisively defeating the Quǎnróng army… the tale was thrilling, and Jǐn Kuí listened with rapt attention.

However, unexpectedly, Zhang Bǎo’s troops were defeated by the government forces after only a few days of battle with Zhū Jùn’s army, forcing Zhang Jiǎo’s plan to collapse midway. With a sigh, he accepted fate—success depends on heaven; plans depend on man. Such was destiny, and Zhang Jiǎo had no words to argue.

At a certain stage of cultivation, one is no longer troubled by the mundane world, but those who reach the highest realms still need to be tempered by worldly hardships; without sufficient磨炼 (refinement), progress is impossible.

Oda Nobuna’s murderous intent pressed down on the lost Hā, who felt suffocated but stubbornly stepped forward despite the overwhelming pressure.

Shěn Sīsī casually sat on a stone, massaging her feet and complaining. Wáng Sìyé handed her a pot of water and spoke.

No matter what, they used this pretext to persuade all the Blood Moon people to abandon their bodies and upload their “essence” consciousness into the light brain, leaving only a few behind to maintain the fleet’s daily operations.

Lín Fēng’s expression darkened upon hearing the name Blood Butcher again—a name he hated deeply. No one noticed, but his clenched fist trembled slightly. Suddenly, Lín Yǎ broke the silence.

“You are no match for me either,” An Yībèisìláng raised his index finger and wobbled it mockingly, his face full of disdain.

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Suddenly, the fear on the young man’s face twisted into a sneer as he stared mercilessly at Chén Xī, mocking him.

“Good, good, good, I’ll tell Professor Mèng right away that you agreed,” Dean Zhōu said excitedly, picking up the phone to dial.

At that moment, Bái Lín truly felt fear. He sensed from Chén Xī an unhidden murderous intent; he was sure Chén Xī dared to kill him.

The madness in that voice grew increasingly intense until it became a frenzied scream, piercing eardrums and making Qín Yǔ dizzy, almost collapsing.

Indeed, leaning on a great tree changes everything. Jī Miàoqí, who had never spoken so harshly to Shuò Míng before, now, backed by the Yú family, spoke as if ordering him about and even threatened him.

Kuāng Yǒngyì’s heart tightened upon hearing that the authorities and the five great factions intended to target them, his brows furrowing.

“Is it important?” The driver stuck his head out the window, not looking at Shuò Míng but at Cài Lèqìng and the others climbing down from the car.

Sometimes, she found the thought laughable and childish, yet she couldn’t resist wanting to act on it.

The three were never a match for Deathwing, and with Lù Lí nearby, their true strength was difficult to unleash.

Now Shuò Míng had no mind to figure out how to kill Xuē Yǒng; tossing and turning, he pondered the people and events around him, wondering what connection they might have with Xuē Yǒng.

This time, nearly 5,000 enemy heads were severed, over 1,000 captured, nearly 1,000 fled—of whom about 500 to 600 escaped northward, while the rest used the mist to scatter and vanish without a trace.