Volume 1, Chapter 63: The Mark on the Neck

My scalp tingled as I looked toward Ai Linglong. She had already lowered her head with a flushed face, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

The long whip transformed into a peerless divine sword, suspended between heaven and earth, giving off the impression that the slightest movement would cleave the universe asunder. Vast sword radiance shook the void, and sword qi crisscrossed the entire barren desert, whipping up billows of sand. In an instant, the entire desert was filled with flying sand and swirling hurricanes.

Although Li Xiao was the class monitor, she didn't actually hold much sway within the class—a fact I had sensed myself. Li Xiao functioned more like a lubricant; she was well-versed in the Doctrine of the Mean, skillfully avoiding offending anyone.

It seemed Xu Muxin was right: the forces behind Zhao Man and Zhao Hu were likely the Dark Night Secret Covenant.

"Ice-Blue Guardian!" Qingyu shouted in a low voice. An ice-blue radiance flashed in her hand, and an ice-blue Sword Origin Palace rapidly materialized behind her.

"Within my domain, no one can pry unless I permit it." Yi Lanyuan's low, hoarse voice—perhaps because he rarely spoke—retained an inherent pleasantness yet carried a strange twist, sounding all the more peculiar imbued with such conceit.

What was even more spine-chilling was that every incident occurred right after the story was serialized, meaning the Ghost Maiden was very likely the murderer. Naturally, this was the exact kind of sensationalism mass media adored.

True Qi surged around the senior martial brother. With a cold gaze, he vigilantly inspected the situation inside the inner courtyard, paying particularly meticulous attention to the area in front of the large tree.

Every three years, they would dispatch people to the Holy Empire to recruit peerless geniuses nurtured within the Heavenly Son Academy. Aside from this, they would not interfere in any matters concerning the Holy Empire.

Effort yields results. However, as long as her efforts could earn a corresponding reward, it was all worthwhile.

Most of the guards already recognized Muen. After exchanging greetings with them, Muen walked outside the interrogation room, waiting for Horn to arrive.

Right up until the end, Sun Xingzhe and Tathagata exchanged punches, sending both of them flying backward.

Because it was his first time using the Nine Heavens Universal Transformation Divine Thunder Talisman, he had poured nearly half of the Qi in his body into it at once, leaving him somewhat depleted at the moment.

When Zhou Xuan was cultivating, he naturally felt time passing extremely slowly and could not accurately gauge how long he had been practicing. Yet, he could vaguely sense that he probably hadn't been at it for long—likely less than a quarter of an hour. To give up lightly now would be equivalent to never having practiced at all.

It had to be said that this sniper rifle made the several extraordinary individuals present acutely aware of the limitations of their own superhuman abilities.

Jiang Yu leaned down, bringing his breath close to her cheek. "I want to know," he said, his voice low, magnetic, and exceptionally tender.

Lin Mu understood the urge she had to pour her heart out and was more than happy to listen to gossip she had never heard before, so he didn't interrupt her until a knock sounded at the door.

Now that the realization had fully set in, it turned out Zhou Xuan had never been unwilling to clash with Gu Chuncheng; rather, he had simply used ingenious methods to make Gu Chuncheng suffer.

Clan Chief Moxuan wore a cold expression, his attitude blatantly clear. Seeing the Demonic Path Sect Master insult his own warriors, he stepped forward to rebuke him.

The swarming magical attacks halted the gray skeleton's advance. Seemingly unable to endure any further onslaught, after forcibly taking a light arrow, the gray skeleton collapsed into a scattered pile of bones.

Gradually, he began to close off his inner world, accompanied for years by the ever-present shadows of self-doubt and reclusiveness.

Xie Yu had spent the entire day running around and was utterly exhausted. Although he hadn't put in much actual effort, Azure Province City was so vast that running through it all day was still intensely tiring.

Lifting his gaze, he saw the man before him with flowing long hair and a thin layer of brocade robes. With his back to the light and separated by the bed curtains, his facial features remained obscure, leaving only the chilling aura radiating from his entire body to be felt.

Upon arriving at Many Fish Company, her previous assistant—and one of President Pu's most trusted confidants, Zhang Yang—showed zero surprise at her arrival, even briefing her on several crucial details she needed to pay attention to as President Pu's lifestyle assistant.

Lacking innate talent, he had to make up for it with hard work, relying on massive monthly updates to earn a stable twenty thousand yuan in royalties.

Last year, Chen Li had undergone an appendectomy, yet somehow, his appendicitis had flared up again this time.

Killing someone is one thing, but turning them into a weapon through sealing as a punishment for fallen ascenders is simply too cruel.

He directly listed thirty million units of level-zero various grains on the [Lord Trading Market] at a price of 2 gold coins per unit. After observing for a while and seeing that the grain was selling at a decent pace, he proceeded to list four million units of level-zero meat on the [Lord Trading Market] as well.

As a result, within just a dozen days, not only was he resented by his parents and treated as a harbinger of bad luck, but today he had even been cursed out by his mother right to his face.

He had rubbed his eyes too hard, leaving the skin around them slightly red. His face was flushed, and his hair was somewhat disheveled.

A surge of irritation welled up in his heart. Just as he was about to retort, "Go out then, see if I care anyway," the corner of his eye caught a nimble figure.

Yet regrettably, even though Xiangliu had done everything in its power, the efficiency remained negligible. Not only was it completely unable to digest the God of Arcane Arts who had walked right into the trap, but after Xiangliu used itself as the vessel to withstand the residual might of Ganqi, the God of Arcane Arts—having regained composure—immediately began stirring up monstrous waves.

The pillow she had instinctively hugged tight while falling asleep last night was now hopelessly creased, bearing a patch of watermark stains on the pillowcase.

Unexpectedly, as time passed, not only did Qin Zheng fail to expose his identity, but he even rose to become a representative figure of the collateral branch.

After sharing weal and woe through life and death for so long, to claim she didn't love him would be going against her own conscience—something she, Mo Jinnian, could not do.

Given the defensive capabilities of a mountain stronghold like the Flying Eagle Society, encountering such chisel-bolt crossbows would spell immense trouble. This weapon gave Ye Hao—who had been in exceptionally high spirits—a severe headache.

A full ten thousand warriors nearing the late Post-Tiantian realm, and body-refining martial artists at that—when gathered together, the natural blood-qi wolf smoke they collectively generated left even Song Ke, a Grand Master, somewhat astounded.