Chapter Fifty-Four: Bai Nianxuan’s Little Classroom Begins

Long Tianyin was angry, but despite his anger, he hurried toward Odin Mountain without pause. If he didn’t get there soon, his grandson would be lost to him. That grandson was the apple of his eye, the one he thought of day and night. Long Tianyin could no longer concern himself with anything else; his mind was consumed entirely by thoughts of his grandson.

On Odin Mountain, Bai Nianxuan was teaching Bai Haochen the horse stance. Only with a solid foundation could future cultivation bear lasting fruit. Watching Bai Haochen sweat profusely, the man standing beside him wore the badge of a fifth-rank warrior. According to Shaoyan’s estimation, he was barely at the Heaven-tier, and likely not strong enough to handle Shaoyan. Even with the lights on, the morgue at night retained a strange aura. The smell of blood and decaying flesh was so intense that most would shy away from this place.

“Come! Inferior beings! Witness the true power of the Dragon Clan!” Hundreds of giant dragons roared in unison, their terrifying might shaking the heavens and earth. The massive vortex that had been spinning ceaselessly seemed to pause for a moment.

Though all other wireless communications had been blocked, the Heavenly Stone Sect’s own frequency remained open, allowing them to converse via walkie-talkie. I forced a bitter smile; so many things are just like this, who can truly know? I have no choice but to accept my helplessness.

“What’s that look in your eyes?” His face darkened further. I was innocent, only surprised that even he could encounter a bottleneck, but it seemed I had touched a nerve. I fell silent, realizing that with night deep and dew heavy, and him already weary, his foul temper was about to erupt. Best not to provoke him.

The boy gritted his teeth and growled, “Nonsense! Who’s the brain here? Old man, get up!” He panted heavily, and it sounded as if he kicked twice more, but the elder made no further sound.

After Liang Dai and Shaoyan departed, they had to attend to the task Elder Chen had entrusted—venturing into the chaotic realm to seek out a living soul, that soul being the millennium old sacred tree that had conversed briefly with Shaoyan.

What was Li Qiang planning? Didn’t he know that Zhang Guangming’s defenses were impossible to breach?

While Lin Xiaolei was tracking the True Madonna Cult’s saint emissary, Liu Shengqiang and Sergeant Qiao led their soldiers in a raid on the old cathedral.

Luckily, her mother, after hearing everything, questioned the teacher again right in front of her, then asked classmates and confirmed she hadn’t skipped class. When she learned she had been falsely accused, she went straight to the principal, clarified the situation, and made the teacher apologize.

“Heh, the Alliance faction never had any reason to exist. All they’re good at is infighting, nothing truly impressive.” The Evil Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas laughed and nodded at this.

Their group traveled on and off, and after about four hours, they arrived at Silk Brocade Garden. The main street leading to the inner garden was called Ten Thousand Thunder Street, the most bustling avenue in all the Grand Joy Gardens.

“So, you’ve been tested. That’s all the strength you have,” Jiang Han said, his tone mocking but not quite. Hearing Qin Lizi agree, Jiang Han’s eyes curved with delight, his lips rising as he gently cupped Qin Lizi’s face and pressed a heavy kiss to her forehead.

“Are you praising yourself, or me?” Tang Zhiyong retorted with a wry smile. Wan Hong wrinkled her nose and turned to walk through the gate.

At another tide eye belonging to Shang Yi, as the abyss widened, an old man hovered in midair above it, holding the immortal weapon “Blade White.”

Gerard knew what Yue Miao cultivated but had never asked; now was the chance to find out.

All he could do was hold this foolish girl tightly, wishing he could meld her into his very bones.

Upon seeing the Qin army retreat, Du Li Hu did not hesitate. He pointed his whip, and his army charged forward with a thunderous roar.

Suddenly, the secret chamber was lit by pre-arranged candles. Two figures appeared—Xiong Ba and Cain. A look of shock flashed in their eyes. They glanced at each other, and immediately vanished.