Chapter Seventy-One: Weak Waters — My Disciple Has Come for First Place

The master of the Qianshui Sect introduced Ling Yi to a place, which turned out to be precisely where Zhan Ling’er and Zhan Linlang resided.

The door opened, and Fu Sheng hurriedly rushed in, followed by Bai Min. As expected, they saw Qiao Ruoyin holding a baby in her arms.

Led by Ouyang, everyone stepped into the special teleportation array. That familiar white light flashed, and when they opened their eyes again, they found themselves within the legendary Panlong Valley.

“I swear, if the Flame Emperor can rescue me from this predicament, I, Zi You, shall lead the entire Elven race to reform and walk the path of goodness. Never again will we commit evil or bring calamity. Should I violate this oath, may my heart be pierced by ten thousand swords.” Zi You swore solemnly to Yan Wu.

“Alright, next, will the participants for the fifth match please come up to the stage,” Elder Chen said loudly, looking at the students below.

Indeed, martial arts techniques are extremely important and rare. It’s hard not to be amazed that Jin Ya could so easily acquire several powerful techniques; how could Mu Yi not be moved?

Zhou Tian understood after hearing the explanation: eight years ago, Zhou Yan’s grandfather—the previous clan leader—died in battle against the head of the Xie family. The Xie family head soon died as well. Since the Xie family’s strength was equal to the Zhou family’s, the relationship between the two clans in Xianfeng City was the worst, and they frequently fought.

“Big brother, this is a great chance to see Mu Yi’s true strength,” Jin Ya said to her elder brother Jin Yun.

The Four Symbols Seal consists of the Black Tortoise, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Azure Dragon techniques, each with three distinct forms.

That summer, the Emperor went hunting at Jiuguan Villa. Wen Chengying, whose leg illness had healed, was the son of a famous military family and naturally accompanied the expedition. General Wen submitted his name; upon seeing it, the Emperor immediately approved: “A tiger cub of the Wen family, grant him an imperial sword; let him attend me.”

At this moment, Yang Yan sat quietly by the side, not speaking, simply acting as a good listener, while the elder recounted the glories of his ancestors.

“No nonsense. I am well aware of Brother Lin’s strength and wisdom; with him here, there will be no problem,” Xuan Bing said, his trust in Lin Yu absolute.

A tentacle, stretching out as if from the void, stabbed violently at it. It leapt up, while the snow-white celestial horse had already been reduced to a skeleton. A twisted, terrifying face made of blood and flesh emerged from the sky, those disgusting eyes staring at it. It lured that creature away, but its true target was something else.

The Great Jin Emperor, the wise Khan Nurhaci, sat solemnly upon the dragon throne. The Eight Banner chiefs, including Daishan and Huang Taiji, as well as the “Five Ministers”—Fei Yingdong, E Yi Du, He He Li, Hu Er Han, Fei Yanggu—and key courtiers such as Yang Guli and Leng Geli, were seated to his right and left. Aside from them, the grand hall was empty.

Bai Shu nodded in agreement, gave Luo Shilan a lingering glance, and since Xu Jie had nothing more to say, he advised the two to rest well, then finally left the veranda and returned to his own quarters.

“I didn’t hear anything,” Zhang Daoxuan immediately distanced himself. He dared not provoke Lu Lingmeng—the Sword Spirit’s vessel and a born swordswoman with limitless potential; if she truly lost her temper, he’d be in danger.

Of course, Yang Yan would never dare to say this aloud. He could only complain quietly in his heart.

Outside the taxi, the cold wind blew relentlessly. Inside, the driver resting against his seat listened to the wind howling outside. He slowly closed his eyes, hoping for a good rest. The driver knew well—at midnight, who would still want a ride?

“You think I’d believe you just because you say so? Do you take me for a fool?” Long Jiujie said with utter disdain.

As her mind conjured up the tall and elegant figure of Huo Jiuting, his firm chest pressing against hers through their clothes, Tang Xiaoxiao’s cheeks flushed instantly, as if scorched by fire.

The True Immortal Sword Sect carved out an immense cloud platform, tens of thousands of meters in diameter, among the nine peaks.

The valiant warriors of humanity ultimately resorted to nuclear weapons, perishing together with their foes! The Old Ones thus triggered an apocalypse on Blue Star, the sky cloaked in endless black clouds. Behind these clouds, the descendants of that Old One’s eye continued to torment and alter Blue Star in myriad ways.

As Cang Shu awakened and conversed with Xu Banxia, the lights in the refuge hall suddenly began to flicker. Then, everyone heard a strange sound from outside, as if a jar were being crushed by immense water pressure.

Had he followed the cultivation method of his previous life, Chen Jin would have broken through to the Divine Realm long ago. Yet in this life, with the Chaos Pearl in hand, cultivating chaotic power, all the world’s spiritual energy was transformed into chaos force—barely a fraction remained.

Zhang Yang, eager to establish his authority in the company, thought he could start with Meng Fei, the easy target. He deliberately provoked conflicts, but Meng Fei deftly resolved them. To this day, Zhang Yang still cannot fathom why his attempts failed.

He felt as if something had invisibly settled upon his soul, yet he could not discern what it was.

Except for Qin Yi, everyone else felt compelled to challenge Chen Jin after he slew Zhong Hu.