Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Two: Crisis

Lu Chenyuan took a deep breath, forcing himself to steady his mind. He tore his gaze away from the horrifying mural and turned to look for Shangguan Chuci and the others.

However, as he turned, his heart plummeted into an abyss of bottomless ice.

In this vast hall, where was there any trace of a human being?

That young Master Chu with his folding fan, the pair of martial siblings who shared their own secrets yet stood together in times of trouble, the seemingly naive little monk from Yuntai Temple, and even those who had just been driven to madness...

"The results won't come overnight. You will come to understand it slowly as time goes on," Ming Xuan said with a smile, noticing Xu Xinchen lost in thought.

One thing, however, still eluded him: what was the relationship between Mei Lingfeng and that fake wolf-cub? Why would he go so far as to mobilize the power of the demon race to assist the Seven-Star Demon, and even act as if it were only right to do so?

How was he to explain these past years? He hadn't asked the driver to take the car into the village; upon stepping out, he discovered that the village roads had all been paved with cement. Gone was the scene where mud would fly everywhere at the slightest hint of rain.

Judging by the current situation, the Chu family was not only climbing the social ladder to reach the Ye family of Yudu, but was also on the verge of a marriage alliance with the Lan family. This was the momentum of a rising power, enough to make anyone green with envy.

However, it was rather awkward for a grown man to wear a bracelet. With a flicker of a thought, he tried to withdraw the Universe Ring into the tattoo on his wrist. To his surprise, it worked perfectly, and Long Yuan watched as the ring on Tang Jun’s hand vanished in an instant.

Xu Jiangnan, not to be outdone, tilted his head back and drank, washing down the resentment, grievances, hardships, bitterness, and longing of these past years, along with so many other unspoken emotions, in one single gulp.

He also knew that there were not many chivalrous, warm-hearted heroes left in this world, and even if there were, why would he happen to meet one here?

The old man, wearing only half a beast-skin and with one shoulder bared, wiped the heavy sweat from his forehead. He cast a sidelong glance at the great monk, his expression so filled with earnest pleading that the monk could no longer bring himself to drink.

Chen Changming frowned, sensing something amiss, but remained silent as he continued to listen to the attendant.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed deeply. If that armor was the Treasure of the Supreme, then who could possibly defeat this invincible young Xingtian?

He seemed to be a reaper of lives; where his shadow passed, only corpses were left in his wake. Around him, a large space gradually cleared.

Back in her room, Yun Chuhan vented all her frustration into her pillow, punch after punch, as if only in this way could she release the surging hatred and unwillingness in her chest.

This peerless tomb had buried countless supremes; it could truly be called a tomb of the supreme.

"Since you have called me Chief, I, as an official, should naturally be modest. It will be best of three; you decide which three categories we compete in." The implication was clear: he was free to choose his strongest suits.

Ji Mancheng felt a headache coming on. Watching his sister’s retreating figure, he suddenly felt that she was too grown up to be disciplined easily. Perhaps he should find a reliable man of equal status to keep her in check?

Luan Qing the Great had made a note of it, and later, when questioning the other children, he asked directly if they had seen the glowing rainbow fish. The result was exactly what he had told Yun Jinli earlier.

From the red marriage certificate to the green divorce certificate—twenty years, her entire youth and all her prospects had been ruined by one man.

"That's right, he is the one I need. Please, Master Domoto, inform him to meet us at the Yamato Hotel!" Liko said immediately. Although she did not know exactly how to prepare, she trusted that Wang Si would have a way.

"I must go find Mother. I am not afraid of danger! Grandfather, please don't worry. You only need to continue the decryption and find a safer way to return. By then, Father and I will bring Mother back!" Jihua declared.

On Moon God Island, Mo Wujue appeared once again. Looking at the deserted island, he let out a faint sigh before walking toward the place where Di Moshen was in seclusion.