Volume One, Chapter 64: A Hint of Gunpowder

Downstairs, Chu Yanzhen was leaning against his black luxury car, which gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight. His long legs were crossed, hands casually thrust into his pockets, and his face wore a faint smile. First came confusion, then solemnity, followed by bewilderment, a muted smile, and finally the expression of an old man on the subway—questioning and perplexed.

He had once lived in the divine realm and naturally understood the rarity of this spiritual plant; throughout the entire Six Heavens, there were fewer than ten stalks of Golden Sun Holy Grass. I listened as Gu Shisong and his blond friends exchanged greetings in fluent English. After settling my luggage, Ouyang Tian and I got into the car and left directly, without saying goodbye to Gu Shisong.

Shen Wuwei had always been the undisputed number one in Ding Camp; when he became deputy commander, no one dared object. Ye Tingkuo, standing below, even led the applause at Xia Lingxuan’s words, genuinely happy for his good brother Shen Wuwei.

This time, the matchmaker’s candidate was indeed quite suitable—well-matched with Li You and far superior to the previous “phoenix man.” I agreed without hesitation.

Jin Meiniang’s seductive gesture paused; she withdrew from Jingtin’s body. Suddenly, she felt dirty, unworthy to approach the boy before her who shone like the stars.

“How about it? Aren’t I clever? If none of us shelters Jingtin and leave him out in the courtyard to freeze, the beauty is bound to soften,” Yu Shisan said with unmistakable pride.

Jiang Feng kept his head bowed, offering no explanation, only kneeling and knocking his head to the ground repeatedly. If there were a choice, who would use such a method?

To my surprise, a car was parked beneath the villa. Pitch-black, it seemed deserted, but inside, the faint glow of a cigarette butt flickered.

Though we had escaped this time, the threat lingered. The enemy might investigate one by one, eventually tracking down Zhang Yang.

When the formation collapses, the storm will inflict great harm on those within, inevitably leading to devastating losses.

But from beginning to end, Li Sandou never knew where the Supreme True Word Formula originated—was it a profound technique from the World Above, or a mysterious celestial manual from the Upper Realm?

After the boss spoke, he retreated with a blow, while a subtle smile flickered across Chu Xuan’s face, unnoticed by others.

Previously, the Lord of Hongyu City had no intention of intervening, which left the Dark Alliance a slim chance of success. But once the city lord made his stance clear, hope was almost entirely extinguished. Whether willing or not, retreat became inevitable for the Dark Alliance.

Lin Ruofeng wore a gentle smile, his tone equally mild, beckoning to Demon Leng. Like an elder guiding a younger generation, he inspired Demon Leng’s demonic blood to surge.

While Ye Chen was in seclusion, the three leaders of Qingyun gathered once more. Yet compared to their previous vigor, their faces now were truly grim.

The earth cracked, mountain peaks collapsed, and out in the outer starry sky, one star after another exploded.

Qin Fen let out a furious roar toward the sky. Then, battered by the cold currents around him, he plopped down onto the ground. Though his vital energy was spent, he still formed the Three Pure Imprints, eyes shut, entering a state of cultivation.

Twenty minutes later, the two dressed and exchanged smiles. Qin Fen picked up two large bottles he had prepared in advance, filled them with water, then strung three big fish together with a wooden stick, balancing them all in one hand. With the other, he wrapped his arm around Amy’s waist. Pushing off with his feet, he soared straight into the air.

As he spoke, he pushed the jade box back. A mere twenty divine crystals were not enough for him to risk his life for the Black Snake Clan.