Chapter 17: Day Seventeenth, No Thought

The next day, Qiu Xuan put on her outer robe, applied pale makeup to her face, tidied herself up, and, supported by Da Bu Shuiyun, went to find Tuoba Jie.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

After blocking five or six strikes in a row, Yan Zhen was still holding up well.

But he could sense that something was wrong—terribly wrong.

His sword movements felt sluggish and lacked precision, unlike his usual clean and sharp technique.

Ye Qingqing blinked her eyes, forcing back the tears that were mixed with anger.

She let out a cold laugh, her heart turning even colder than before.

Even those unfamiliar with spear techniques would be amazed by Lu Yu’s final strike.

This was precisely why Lu Yu had deliberately made his last move so powerful—he feared that the Zhao clan, unfamiliar with spear techniques, wouldn’t understand the previous moves.

If they didn’t comprehend his skills, then all his efforts would have been wasted.

With patience, Ye Haochuan stayed inside for another day.

Though two to three years had passed within the formation, he no longer wished to waste his life in there.

He opened his eyes and stepped out of the formation.

Qi Chongtian was overjoyed.

He had been worried about how to win him over, but this statement had given him a clear direction.

Shi Ran, who was just about to walk up to Gu Siyue, suddenly froze when she heard those words.

For a moment, she couldn’t find a rebuttal.

Yu Baiyin’s life or death would determine whether the Holy Domain families would descend into internal conflict.

He hurriedly turned to Old Qi for guidance.

But Qi Xianzhi, as if he had just seen the Loch Ness monster luring in dementia, stood there in shock, unable to move despite being called upon repeatedly.

Zhu Bingbing’s already flushed cheeks became even hotter.

But at this moment, protecting her own body was more important than worrying about embarrassment.

The clothing from Hua Man Lou had always been favored by the wealthy families of Ping’an County.

Even in the provincial capital, people would travel there to have clothes custom-made.

Although the styles that Li Xing’er brought had already been on the market for some time, they were still rare in the capital city.

“No… that guy… he has another form?”

Monica stared in shock at the massive black creature in front of her.

It was still growing, now even larger than the entire venue.

Even the official media channels of the Donghai City Court were being bombarded with comments.

To the general public, the police, prosecutors, and judiciary were all part of the same system.

Now that such a serious incident had occurred, everyone was demanding to know—will Donghai City Court do something about it or not?

This was an interesting move.

If they weren’t acquaintances, then how could someone have an old high school photo of Ling Xiang with the school’s most popular guy?

Low-ranking demonic cultivators continuously rushed forward, using their bodies to shield the stone tablet.

It was clear that the tablet was more important to them than their own lives.

The Longevity Diagram had lost its ability to temper the body.

Once all the meridians and acupoints were opened, the Longevity Diagram became useless.

The next day, Jiang Qingning decided to buy the storefront.

The cost of rouge was very low, and based on the local market prices, she set the cheapest rouge at thirty taels.

That meant a profit margin of over twenty taels.

To the other bodyguards and Jiang Nanyun, Su An appeared completely confident at that moment.

Although his attack on the Duan Residence during the storm had been dishonorable, at least now, he seemed to have some sincerity.

Ling Yue wiped the water from her face roughly, staring at the struggling ugly fish.

She suddenly realized she was hungry.

“I understand!

I’ll definitely protect it!”

Only now did Ye Tian grasp what the old master meant.

The jade pendant contained something very important.

It was just that the time had not yet come for its power to reveal itself.

Ling Qian’s domineering voice echoed, filled with overwhelming aggression and murderous intent.

In an instant, all life within a fifty-mile radius disappeared.

Yi Jing, completely suppressed, had no choice but to explain everything.

As the Po Jun Star shone brilliantly in the sky, Chen Kong proudly gazed upward.

The Emperor Star dimmed, the Seven Killings Star remained stable, and the Greedy Wolf Star was as mysterious as ever.

Mystery?

So what?

No matter how powerful the Great Prophecy Art was, the spell techniques passed down through China’s five-thousand-year history were vast and profound.

How could mere barbarians ever comprehend them?

“A platinum diamond ring.

When you awaken, come to the academy.

I’ve left something for you,” Le Fulan said with a smile.

The elf suddenly felt a sense of emptiness.

If it weren’t for the elven blood in his veins, he might have ended up just like the others around him.

The Blood Secret condensed into a singular blood vessel, yet it pressed down like a towering mountain.

With just a slight squeeze, it crushed the three-headed Moon Wolf into a mist of blood, which the vessel quickly absorbed.

Just then, Zhou Tianlong heard deafening cannon fire erupt from the city gates.

Immediately after, battle cries and the neighing of warhorses filled the air.

Su You returned to his seat and noticed the glances exchanged between Han Zhen and Li Haidong.

He knew exactly what they were thinking but couldn’t be bothered to explain.

Even if he did, they wouldn’t understand.

And even if they could, he couldn’t tell them.

“Great idea!

Let’s do it your way.

Tomorrow night, I’ll sneak into Zhou Tianlong’s residence and kill him while no one’s watching!”

Gao Wei nodded, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Zhang Yan continuously moved within a one-meter radius.

Though his defense and strength far exceeded other warriors of the same rank, thanks to Le Fulan’s guidance, he had already adapted to his profession.

Gu Xinran wanted to eat in the villa, so she would eat in the villa.

But why was she suddenly talking as much as her machine-gun-mouthed friend?

Black Eagle said nothing.

He simply stared at Tuan Tuan in silence.

A silent standoff between a bird and three people.

Shang Jia woke up lying on the ground, his eyes vacant as he muttered to himself while staring at the sky.

Anyone who saw him could tell he was seriously injured.

But he himself didn’t seem to care.

Her body trembled slightly as if she had used up all her strength.

Then, the stone platform split open, revealing a silver-white brazier that slowly rose.

Black Yang personally witnessed Hei Xu change into another face and disappear with the wind.

He had used disguise magic.

Someone asked Black Yang a question, but she remained silent, only blinking in response.

Because of this, the demonic clan mistook her for being simple-minded.

This world was merely one of many created by the God of Creation.

Who would dare lay a hand on the Main God?

That was nothing short of suicidal.

Even though the demonized ones followed Fu Jiang’s orders, their instincts made them fear that man.

No matter what, they would never dare to harm him.