Volume 1, Chapter 148: Trusting Only Oneself

The wet tires screeched to a halt, stopping precisely against Jin Yao’s leather shoes. It was an act of provocation, forcing Jin Yao to take a step back. An overwhelming pressure and aura surged toward him. With the Beijing license plate, it was obvious that the man inside the car was Zhou Jingdu; Jin Yao didn't even need to guess. He felt his grip on Shen Zhaowu’s arm tighten slightly, but upon noticing the deep furrow in his young fiancée’s brow, he instantly relaxed his hold. Jin Yao pressed his lips together, frustrated by his own loss of composure. His handsome, icy features melted like a glacier under the sun. "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Li dared not entrust the matter of the Divine Treasury Sect to anyone, not even the commanders of the Human Emperor Palace. He knew that the fewer people who knew about the sect, the better. He had even threatened the Wish-Granting Gourd, forbidding it from telling Yu Yin, who to this day believed Sun Yuan was a practitioner of the Demonic Path.

Qin Yibai, standing in the center, was seeing the object for the first time. It was an irregular energy mass flickering with seven-colored light. It was massive, like a colossal, ever-changing ball of light, though not perfectly shaped, it was at least fifty or sixty feet in diameter.

While dismantling these components, Lin Yuan received a prompt from Ling'er, only then realizing their true value.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Han’s expression turned quite unnatural. He reached out for his teacup to take a sip, while his other hand clenched and unclenched in an agitated, rhythmic motion.

As the dust settled, two coughs echoed from within. Everyone was shocked—how could anyone survive such a terrifying onslaught?

Yan Niang cast a soft huff toward the departing Fuyunzi, ignoring him thereafter. She turned her gaze to the east, a hint of bewilderment clouding her eyes.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Wu Zhi plunged his right hand into the ice pillar, forcing himself to a stop, and hovered in mid-air to observe the scene below.

Because he was facing away from Dai Lin while messaging, Dai Lin could see the contents of the WeChat screen with perfect clarity.

According to her mother, Zeng Jiansu, it didn't matter if it was a stray dog or cat; as long as it was male and breathing, that was enough.

"Well? With your abilities, coupled with the spiritual energy of this Heaven Beyond Heaven, it should only take an hour or two, right?" Yan Niang laughed.

Lin Yi’s guess was correct. After Yu Le returned, he wore a pitiful expression, and his father, Yu Di, flew into a rage upon seeing his son crying like a woman.

If he remembered correctly, that term was usually used for teachers. Now that Lu Yuanqiao had brought it up, it really did carry a rather lewd undertone.

Thus, even without releasing his Heaven-Dominating Martial Soul, he walked the four-hundred-meter distance with heavy steps and stood before the massive gates of the majestic palace.

"Pervert..." Jiang Jiayi’s voice wasn't loud, but it reached Song Qiaofan’s ears instantly.

Lin Yu found it amusing. Giving birth was impossible, and as for the corpse... she had long since burned it to ash.

The specific energy circulation routes were all stored in his sea of consciousness. Cultivation involved running energy through various meridians; while it seemed complex and chaotic when dealing with multiple techniques, it was actually just a process of habit becoming second nature.

Personal disciples were the backbone of the Xuantian Sect. Every peak master was chosen from among them. If one were lucky enough to reach the Nascent Soul stage, they could be promoted to a Nascent Soul Elder, or perhaps even become the sect leader, at which point they would receive offerings from the entire sect. The sole responsibility of a Nascent Soul Elder was to intervene only when the sect faced a crisis.

The blue beam lost control, sweeping wildly in all directions. The terrified Knuckle Alien scrambled to hide behind a large rock.

Within a radius of ten thousand miles, even those not present at Mount Tai could hear Chen Fan’s voice clearly.

The Wanbao Association auction was about to begin, and a long line of people waited to enter. Tang Feng arrived late and stood at the very end, with Kong Xuebin clinging tightly to his side, unwilling to leave.

Zhi Yi raised her hand and patted him in mock anger. He caught her hand and pulled it to his lips, planting a light kiss.

Mu Wan wore a playful smile. She hadn't seen so many "sandbags" in a long time; just thinking about it made her excited.

Sure enough, led by Cao Dahua, the trio didn't encounter a single dispute for the first half of the night.

Regardless, who Jiang Leying’s biological father was had nothing to do with her. In these Northern Territories, there was likely no one capable of threatening Jing Yi and the Profound Gate.

They hadn't sought her out because they knew she had the ability to protect herself, but even with such ability, one's family would still worry.

"Zhang Fan? I haven't heard of this name. What is his cultivation level?" Li Xuanling’s voice carried a hint of chill.

Ye Changqing shook his head slightly. "You misunderstood. I just think that in such a large company, especially among the leadership, they aren't putting their energy into their work."

Jiang Wanyou knew better than to get too deeply involved in such matters, so she returned to her courtyard, locked the door, and began to cultivate in a cross-legged position.

Xu Zeyun returned in the middle of the night. Having spent several days clinging to Zhi Yi, he wasn't accustomed to being apart from her.

Zhu Yuanzhang could only order his men to record these remarks. He had a vague feeling that the knowledge contained within might be just as significant as that of the periodic table.

"Tomorrow, Shisan will follow you. He is responsible for your wedding dress, dowry, and everything related to your marriage alliance. Control yourself!" the Empress Dowager commanded.

Leaning down to kiss her, Liu Chenyang pressed his hand against Wanying’s head and kissed her deeply, using his intense presence to prove his existence to her. Suppressing the fierce desire in his own body, Liu Chenyang kissed her deeper and deeper until the person in his arms was gasping for breath. Fearing she couldn't breathe, he finally let her go, albeit reluctantly.

They all knew that the government forces could arrive at any moment. Every extra second spent nearing their target was another chance at a successful escape.

The speaker was the chief strategist under He Dong, a shrewd and capable man who often mapped out plans for his boss.

Those outside did not know what was happening inside the tree hollow; they were busy chasing the boss back. Because the distance was short, the aggro remained on Xinghuo. Faith and Jing Hua Shui Yue wanted to pull the aggro toward themselves, but having been blinded by bloodlust, they remained locked in a fierce struggle with each other as they pursued.

The Mountain Master did not continue to waste words with Lin Yu. He simply found a burly man to drag her to a sacrificial altar in the middle of an open space. The altar was etched with complex and ancient patterns, through which fresh blood flowed slowly, making the entire scene appear exceptionally eerie.

"Hmph!" Mai Yepei steadied his nerves and slumped into a nearby chair. His two bodyguards followed closely behind. They faintly noticed that the Vice Leader’s legs were trembling slightly. It was no wonder; anyone who had just faced that gunshot would be scared half to death. The fact that Mai Yepei hadn't completely lost his composure was a testament to his mental fortitude.