Chapter 51 The Smiling Tiger

The hilt of Jiang Yu’s sword suddenly loosened in her grasp. Caught off guard, the longsword slipped from her hand and fell directly to the ground. The crisp, metallic clang of the blade striking the floor rang out sharply, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.

Instinctively, she stepped back and glanced down, relieved to see the sword had narrowly missed her foot. Jiang Yu’s expression darkened; she clenched her fists and cast a cold, sidelong glance at Cheng Xingyu, who stood not far away. As expected, on his face...

“No, I came with the people from the Northern Truth Institute,” Zhong Ruonan suddenly recalled. She had originally been following them, but upon sensing the aura of the Nine Nether Clear Spring, she rushed over at once.

The soul—it must be more than that. If it were merely the soul, as in the first part, one could evolve just by shouting; why bother with cards?

During this time, Chen Zi’ang had Tang Bohu paint several pictures. Without a word, Tang Bohu took up his brush and swiftly painted a few. For someone like Zhu Zhishan, whom he rescued time and again, Chen Zi’ang’s request was hardly an inconvenience.

Meanwhile, atop the platform, ripples shimmered through the air. From within these waves, a man stepped out gracefully, as if strolling through a garden.

Wang Chong aimed the scroll at Zhuang Lan. With karmic energy pouring in, the seal at the scroll’s core swiftly emerged. The true power of the Destiny Contract Scroll resided within its axis; the surface merely absorbed blood oaths and life force, which would finally be transformed and stored as fate.

“Critical threshold? What nonsense. Do you think I’d be taken in by such… Wait, I see!” Alarm suddenly flashed across Feng Xue’s mind. She probed carefully and discovered something remarkable.

“This secret—you can ask about it after you’re dead.” Zhuang Lan finished speaking and drew his blade abruptly; he didn’t want to waste any more time, for the entire Owl Alliance was already on alert. Reinforcements from the Red-Clad Disciples could arrive at any moment.

“Sitting atop that thing—is it your hope?” Feng Xue lifted his head, his gaze icy as he looked at Ding Yuantang, who stood some twenty or thirty meters away.

Because of her volatile temper, Wu Shanshan’s relationships with many car show models were strained. Especially with Song Jia; the two had even quarreled once.

When the pill was formed, its radiance was as rosy as crimson clouds—such a pill was already exceedingly rare. If it were brought out, every clan and sect would surely scramble for it. Now, with the engraved pill pattern, it was the finishing touch, transforming directly into a burst of flames.

When Liu Meiru arrived, his heart was filled with panic. He could clearly sense his fear—but what was he afraid of?

No one knew what kind of person Sister Gao had sent, but none of them looked like a true professional.

“Fifty miles ahead, we’ll enter the realm of the Star Dou Great Forest. Soul beasts roam there; be cautious.”

Zhenjiang’s terrain is higher in the south than in the north, higher in the west than in the east, and is part of the Taihu Plain. Though there are many mountains in the region, none are particularly tall.

Liu Laichen and his anxious companions all held some respect for Zhu Yang, yet seeing Zhu Yang fail to subdue Fang Li with a single shot, their movements slackened and their steps slowed.

“Your Majesty, I must say, the lead dancer has genuine skill,” Noble Consort Rong seized the moment, speaking with a radiant smile. Her words struck directly at Emperor Kangde’s heart.

Prince Ning clenched his fist. He had never been barred from the gates of the Grand Celestial Palace before. He felt as if all the eyes of the palace attendants had fallen upon him, and in that instant, a trace of resentment toward Emperor Kangde rose in his heart. Had all those years of fatherly favor been nothing but a lie?

Now, with Huoxuanjian’s words, everyone suddenly understood. They recalled how their names were recently recorded in the merit ledger, with their achievements clearly listed. On closer inspection, some of those merits seemed a bit exaggerated. They secretly felt grateful to Uchiha Night.

Watching this scene, Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura couldn’t help but reveal complicated expressions. It seemed that both Kakashi and Naruto had once experienced unforgettable moments.