Chapter 58: Wings Fully Grown
His words filled Xiao Ze’s heart with resentment and unwillingness. The glory he once enjoyed was gone; now, not only had he failed to gain any credit, but the rumors that he had risen through nepotism were firmly established.
“It seems there are many giants like the one just now in this place,” Lin Sheng immediately judged.
After sending a message to Lan Yingchen early in the morning, her heart felt uneasy for reasons she couldn’t explain. Whenever she thought that Lan Yingchen might be saddened by this matter, her own heart ached.
Leng Yi had been with her for some time now. Without the hardships and torment of past life, his once frail body had gradually gained flesh and, with strengthened training, no longer looked as weak as when he first arrived. He now exuded the aura befitting a young man, with a faint and pleasant masculine scent.
Of course, the gains from the last demon tribe encounter were substantial; the allied forces were nearly wiped out, and the妖族 (demon race) suffered severe injuries and loss of vitality.
“How could he be a rogue?” Xing’er was stunned. The man was icy and taciturn—how could he be a scoundrel?
The black-clad man was truly without guile. He actually warned the man in green, which was foolish. One could only wonder how the green-clad man would react upon realizing what was in his heart at that moment.
“To the ends of the earth, anywhere! You know why? My greatest dream is to travel the world!” Xing’er said with carefree pride. That expression was so familiar, so hauntingly familiar that Ye Che’s heart ached. Such a look made it impossible for him to believe she was speaking her true feelings.
“Go ahead, go ahead, cultivate the ‘Spirit Gathering Technique,’” the Water Qilin said, eyes gleaming as it stared at the dragon bones and bear paws.
Li Junxiu’s own words didn’t seem significant to him, but Cheng Yao, upon hearing them, could no longer contain herself and cried out involuntarily.
When Xuanyuan spoke of “here,” she pointed to her head, then made a “hush” gesture.
These basic trainings were effortlessly mastered by Lei Sheng, with movements so precise that even Instructor Kun Jian admired and nodded repeatedly, secretly grateful for his keen eye that had recognized talent.
As for breaking through to the Sovereign realm, that was even more difficult. It required the true unity of essence and blood, fully unlocking the mysterious “Divine Gate”—the most profound and complex portal of spiritual power deep within the brain. Only then could one rank among the supreme, standing at the pinnacle of the world.
As he spoke, Qiao Feng reached out and grasped the single-edged sword lying on the ground. A responsive force surged forth, and under the stirring air currents, the sword leapt into his hand. With a flick of his finger, Qiao Feng reversed the sword’s hilt and handed it to Feng Bo’e.
Standing at the foot of Shaolin Mountain, Ye Feng reconsidered where to go next. His time at Shaolin had been immensely fruitful; he not only understood the path of martial arts better but also obtained several top-tier manuals on internal and external cultivation.
She could endure anything, compromise on everything. She was even willing to set aside her pride and approach Mr. Bai in the most humiliating way. She could agree to anything Mr. Bai asked.
At this point, Su Xinghe paused, his eyes flashing brilliantly, filled with anger and hatred. Recounting the past ignited a deep-seated fury and resentment, making his breath grow heavy.
“Alright then, I’ll take you for dessert,” Ye Kaicheng said, realizing this person had an extreme fondness for sweets. He wondered if the sweetness was why this fellow seemed so sweet himself.
His injuries had yet to heal. This time, he was so enraged that his anger overwhelmed him, causing his wounds to flare up. He coughed up fresh blood and collapsed to the ground.
The candlelight burned bright. The poisoned man was tightly bound on a bed, eyes shut tightly, with dark bruising beneath them.