Volume One, Chapter 46: Scratching Rong Yue’s Face

"Hahaha, demanding a life in return—this is the funniest joke I've heard all year. Let's see whose life is tougher, your brother's or yours."
It seemed intentional.
On the other end of the call, there were sounds of someone drowning.
Moreover, given their abilities, if they truly intended to harm him, there would be no need to consult him first.
Ye Ling immediately raised his staff, and a massive fireball appeared in his hand.
Finally, as Huo Yuhao gently etched the last stroke, picking out the tiniest fragments of metal, his movements ceased. The golden light in his eyes faded, weariness crept across his face, but when he lifted his head to look at Fan Yu and He Caitou, a confident smile blossomed on his lips.
To confront someone capable of slaying an Immortal Emperor was clearly unwise, perhaps even suicidal—if Moon were to perish, it would truly be in vain.
Even before she approached, a faint scent of perfume wafted through the air, reminiscent of spring's awakening blooms and grasses.
They had barely covered a kilometer when a giant eagle, spreading its ancient wings as if to block out the sun, swooped towards them, craning its neck and howling.
In Jade Capital City, the hidden hermit cultivators couldn’t help but sigh in awe; none had expected such twists and turns in the contest of magic, which appeared evenly matched but was, in fact, not even on the same level.
At that moment, Wei Jingping arrived, carrying a jar of wine. "His Highness Ninth Prince, come, let’s fill your cup." He lifted the lid and diligently poured a full glass for Chuo Ye.
In Wu City, the temperature was only about seven degrees; she hadn’t even bothered with a coat, rushing out in just a sweater.
"Understood." Fu Rui closed his eyes, hand tightly gripping a jet-black dragon scale beneath the desk.
As he pondered how to arrange the team, Marisa violently kicked open the door and dumped Reimu, who was tightly bound, onto the floor.
They began physical training at age three; now, still in the running phase, their physical development was not achieved overnight. Before turning six, their schedule included only running and intelligence development, nothing more.
"Brother Hou, this is my first time venturing out—I’m unfamiliar with many things. I hope Brother Hou will generously enlighten me." Chen San smiled calmly, seeing that he had startled the others, and asked with composure.
Ling Feng gazed deeply at him, then said, "A Four Soul Body, and the fourth beast pattern refined is an eighth-level demon soul. Hei Zi, your strength is formidable—already surpassing the Barbarian King." His tone was rich with praise.
Blades filled the sky, moving with terrifying speed. In an instant, a sharp blade sliced into a blood-robed figure, leaving a shocking gash on his chest, exposing bone beneath, and a stream of crimson liquid spurted forth.
After hearing this, Master Kasyapa said, "I entrust this to all of you!" With that, he turned, vanishing from sight.
"You’re a man of power and influence, yet you pay no heed to the finer things in life, living carelessly. Such a man is either a heartless fool or immensely compassionate," Wang Yufei remarked.
While they laughed and joked, in the distant sky a rainbow streaked across the heavens, waves of energy rolling forth, carving a white ripple through the sky—so stunning that many cultivators were left speechless.
Eiko Nagai admitted forthrightly, then the young man straightened with solemnity and bowed his head to her.
Without obsession, one becomes a walking corpse, and could never have reached today, possessing cultivation at the second stage of the Mirror of Three Illusions.