Chapter 95: Obstruction

On the other side, under the complex gazes of the crowd, Xu Yang and Bai Xiaochen got into a taxi. Soon, they arrived at the five-star hotel Bai Xiaochen had reserved. The moment they stepped out of the car, a tall, strikingly handsome young man strode over to greet them.

“Cousin,” he called out to Bai Xiaochen with a broad smile.

Qi Jingqing fixed his gaze on the lamp in Nan Xi’s hand, remaining silent at first. It was only when Nan Xi was about to step inside that he finally nodded.

Song Siwei didn’t look closely at first, but when he caught sight of He Yicheng, his face was filled with disbelief, his mouth forming a perfect O.

Seeing that he had gone to the next bed, she turned and curled up on the sofa in the lobby outside. She opened Lin Li’ang’s WeChat message and played his voice recording.

Next came the burly man from the Primal World, and finally, when it was the turn of the Dragon Princess, the man she held in her arms was almost entirely drained of life.

Just as she was about to cry out in pain, he suddenly released her, only to cover her with countless cold, suffocating kisses.

Yet at that moment, his kasaya suddenly flew up and struck the mass of ashen breath, instantly igniting and transforming into a vision of an ancient Buddha.

The Sea of Samsara, the Land Domain, and the Wind Domain could only support the livelihoods of a small number of elites; more than half of those trapped in the main city were ordinary folk. Their levels and combat abilities were mediocre at best—they simply could not reach farther lands.

Historical records tell it thus: more than two thousand years ago, this world was still a land of peace.

The man’s eyes swept over the crowd, the flames within them as grim as the king of the underworld; everyone feared that a single glance would snatch away their very souls.

After several attempts, he was certain this was no dream—his thoughts were clear, the world around him so vivid.

With morning and evening self-study sessions gone, classes began at nine, the midday and afternoon schedules remained, and at six, when school ended, it truly ended.

In fact, Di Xin himself advocated the abolition of slavery, appointing many former slaves as officials. How could he possibly have had a hundred thousand slaves under his command?

Night fell. After much hesitation, I finally returned quietly to the shop, slipped inside, and locked the door firmly behind me.

It was, after all, the sword technique of a Sword Immortal. At that time, his strength was nowhere near enough to unleash its true power.

No longer hesitating, I grasped the shrubs growing on the hillside, stepping from one protruding rock to another, sliding three times for every step as I climbed down the mountain.

In truth, apart from matters at Minghui Monastery, Le Wei had little conflict with Du Jiayi. Besides, after Song Lide was dealt with, even the most foolish would know to steer clear when the immortals fought—the mortals had best keep their distance.

Here, aside from the three old Mexicans who practiced breathing techniques daily, almost no one trained in swordsmanship or tempered their bodies.

The innkeeper was happy to help with this matter, and clearly explained the location of the marketplace to the young man.

Now, after beginning cultivation, the things he had once memorized began to resurface, bit by bit, from the depths of his mind.

All I could sense was his anxiety, as if he desperately wanted to stop me from doing something, but I simply couldn’t fathom his intentions.

Entering through the cave, I found myself in a warm lair and a magma grotto—this was where the divine beasts dwelled. In each nest were tables, chairs, and stools.

“A medical cultivator must experience life in the mortal world, but at most, only a thousand can be sent each year!” Tu Shan Yinghong shook her head.

Lu Yang raised his brows, then slowly closed his eyes, holding his breath and emptying his mind, allowing his conscious thoughts to fade to nearly nothing.

With no other choice, he turned toward a quieter spot, scanning the area and deciding to find someplace to wash up and change his clothes.

Luo Yu’s actions drew scowls and frowns from many of the palace ministers, but Ambassador Rodman signaled to them not to take offense.

“Oh? What about this, then?” Chu Feng smiled faintly, and on the opposite bank, performed the Complete Perfection Sword Technique with the grace of flowing clouds and water.