Chapter 30: Respite

After several days of rest, the group had fully recovered their strength and vitality, shedding all traces of their former exhaustion. The members of the Yin-Yang Heavenly Sect set out once more, their sights set firmly on the Wind-Thunder Forest. Throughout the journey, the grand procession of cultivators shimmered with brilliant, radiant light; none were foolish enough to dare disturb them. The Wind-Thunder Forest grew atop the Wind-Thunder Gorge, a place where the essence of heaven and earth thunder was nurtured, nourished by the Eye of the Storm within the Wind-Thunder Abyss, forming...

She ran excitedly into the snow, marveling at how yesterday had shown no signs of a storm, yet today the earth was blanketed in white. She could not help but sigh at the surprise heaven had bestowed upon her. It was simply unexpected that the flame would be encased within a magic crystal; such a formation was purely coincidental, a marvelous work of nature.

While it was true that there were informants, she was still a Noble Consort, and with the Emperor and Concubine Liu supporting her in the palace, who would dare be insolent? Nan Ruochen was merely afraid that she might invite trouble for herself.

As she was lost in these thoughts, Meng Youdie hurriedly bypassed Ruoyu and approached Jun Wuxia’s bedside. Failing to notice the sword lying across the floor, she stepped directly onto it, triggering a sharp, ringing clash.

When these words were spoken, the blood of many males in the room began to boil, yet they had not expected Ye Chengxuan to simply invite them to dinner. However, the venue Ye Chengxuan chose for dinner was a complex that integrated mahjong and karaoke—naturally, it was a theme hotel under the Ye Group.

He leaned down, scooped up a handful of snow, and rubbed it against his sword to wipe away the bloodstains. The dripping blood slowly pooled on the ground, turning the earth a dark, bruised red.

"Then, Big Brother, how did you know? Did the person who escaped run into you and tell you?" the middle-aged man asked, puzzled.

Zhao Gan took a deep breath, steadying his state of mind slightly, and strained his ears once more to listen for the source of the sound. Finally, his gaze locked directly onto the podium—it was the only place he had not yet searched.

***

Although Sun Fei, Zhao Wu, and the others were filled with questions, they saw the gravity of my tone and, despite their dissatisfaction, obeyed.

Lin Xian’er wanted to call Guo Lin a "lecher," but fearing he might take the opportunity to be even more bold, she immediately hid behind Bai Bing for protection. She then glared at Guo Lin with resentful eyes, expressing her displeasure.

Although this was not the first time he had spoken to me of these concepts, I was always astonished whenever I heard his philosophy. There was always a sense of internal resistance, which made me feel deeply ashamed, as if I had let him down.

Mother Meng gave the teachers a look, and they stepped up to pull President Meng away, but to their surprise, they could not budge him at all; President Meng was fiercely striking Meng Laosan on the head.

"I think you are mistaken. The Liang family has nothing to do with me; they are neither my enemies nor my friends," Tang Hao said casually.

However, when experts clash, the influence of character skills on the outcome is not that significant; at the very least, under equal conditions, everyone’s win rate is fifty-fifty.

Once inside, I discovered that Liu Ruyue seemed to be painting the walls, as her clothes were covered in spots and splatters of colorful paint.

Security in the imperial palace was at its most rigorous in the dead of night, but it could not stop Wan Dong. Moving as if through an empty realm, he headed straight for Bai Zhenshan’s bedchamber, not even alarming a single member of the Fengxiang Guard along the way.

Miao Ying applied more force; he knew Wei Ming’s strength was waning, and he had to support him with redoubled effort to keep him from collapsing. Of course, this also had much to do with Yuan Hong, whose strength seemed present yet absent, as he had stopped fully supporting Wei Ming.

As for the final fate of Nine Heavens Lingge and Shadow Zephyr, they certainly did not care. In the eyes of the Free Guild members, the Frost Mage would eventually be finished off by either them or the Flame Guild.

"What? Brother Huangfu, you actually intend to perish together with Jiuwu Huichou?" Mu Yucheng widened his eyes in shock, and Mu Ao, Mu Xuansheng, and the others were equally stunned, all turning their gazes toward Huangfu Ao in unison.

A click echoed from the gun chamber as the firing pin struck empty space. Xiao Yunjie, whose ribs had been shattered by a knee strike, felt his entire body tremble with every painful breath. Yet, a smile ten times uglier than tears appeared on his face as his right hand slowly rose, clutching a magazine filled with blank rounds.

***

"If that’s the case, then are the silver needles squeezed down from the clouds and falling onto the fields also a result of gravity?"

"Shuo, why are you so sure? Maybe You really doesn't know." I was still perplexed.

"Hoo," Liu Fei Yang took a deep breath. Under the influence of alcohol, he felt he was losing control—irritable, extremely irritable. He wanted to knock everyone to the ground to vent the wicked fire in his heart.

Among them, Wen Chi, Zi Yan, Tang Lichang, and Zhuo Xiaoyu were awake. Apart from Wen Chi, who was covered in blood, the other three were relatively unscathed.

Looking down further, she wondered, "Isn't that me?" Hmph, Wang Ling, you dead man, you know to worry about me now? Where were you before?

"The World's Number One Divine Needle? That title isn't bad; I like it. With my current strength, this title should barely be a match for me!" Sun Fei looked at the young doctor and said indifferently. For those who came to cause trouble out of jealousy, Sun Fei intended to be arrogant to the depths of their hearts, making their very souls tremble.

The three flew out in different directions, all collapsing to the ground, vomiting blood as they stared in disbelief at the expert in the middle stage.

Thus, I transformed into a needle, letting the silver needles that had fallen into my hands shoot out in all directions, flying off in a single volley.

Even with murderous intent boiling to the point of near combustion, hearing such a remark suddenly gave Bogang the urge to vomit blood.

"Why does this pickup truck look so familiar?" Tang Ren shook his head, unable to recall where he had seen the vehicle before.