Volume 1, Chapter 41: My Lord, Do Not Laugh at Your Servant

This guy talks to himself, completely split—probably by binary fission. He converses with himself, having no need for anyone else.

Walking at the foot of Old Crow Mountain, within the grounds of the Sword Association Hospital, with the night breeze of Bajinzi blowing, Yuan Wei felt incredibly fortunate.

"It’s nothing, I just suddenly remembered the law of conservation of energy. I remember Eddington once said, 'We always think of matter as a thing.'"

"Hiss..." Director Zhai gasped. He hadn't taken in the rest of the words; his jaw had already dropped the moment the figure of 240,000 was mentioned.

"So strong, to have already mastered the Water Spirit Technique: Boiling. I wonder if I can reach this level by this time next year." This was the thought of Cao Jicong, whose focus was elsewhere.

With that, she hoisted the half-basket of walnuts she had gathered onto her back and slowly headed toward Yang Jin along another path.

As she walked, she pondered: when things are abnormal, there is surely a demon at work. What could have provoked the Magistrate?

In the midst of speaking, Zhou Feng reached back with his left hand and grabbed Wang Ziyu by the collar, then reached back with his right and seized his waistband. With a forceful upward heave, Wang Ziyu was forced to let go, feeling a sudden lightness as his feet left the ground.

Just as Fitz was deeply reflecting on himself, he suddenly saw two Chosen Ones emerge on the opposite bank of the river.

"No, no, it's a friend's child, they asked us to help look after them for a few days," she explained hurriedly.

He had occasionally thought about changing, but having lived deep in the mountains for so long, wearing flashy clothes didn't suit him. Thus, he didn't want to change just because he was visiting the city; it felt more genuine to keep wearing these old things.

However, regarding the fact that Jiang Haoran was getting very close to Xia Mingzhu, Jiang Xueyan decided to talk to Jiang Haoran again. Now that Xia Mingzhu had divorced Zhou Ziyan, she clearly held a grudge against him, and her proximity to Jiang Haoran was likely just a scheme to use him once again.

***

"Sorrowful Breeze," a fragile assassin, clashed within the enemy ranks like a knight, though it was a desperate struggle. He was now on the verge of death, with less than a third of his health remaining, while two knights on warhorses hacked away behind him like grim reapers.

"Heaven and Earth, Yin and Yang—so that is how it is!" Exhaling a breath that shot out like a white arrow, Luo De muttered to himself.

"Ruoxi, do you still love Lei Yuting?" If Lei Yuting hadn't appeared, this question would never have arisen. But now, Lei Yuting had shown up, and he claimed he still loved Ruoxi, even though she was married.

Furious and cursing the entire family of Li Zhidong, Lu Guanghui sensed the severity of the situation and hurriedly began making calls to find people, looking for ways to nip the threat in the bud.

According to the agreed time, they arrived at the council hall. The members of the Vampire and Werewolf clans had all gathered, and the atmosphere was slightly oppressive.

After recovering from the shock of her son's injuries, Madame Xiao maintained her usual elegant demeanor, listening with a detached expression as Xiao Yuesheng spun a web of lies with Su Jing and Song Hu.

The cake she had been holding fell to the ground, making intimate contact with the green lawn.

Zhuzi's eyes flickered increasingly. Only after repeated urging did he speak in a hoarse, barely audible voice: "Brother Stone... Brother Stone is dead too. He was shot once." Zhuzi gestured toward his own heart.

The entrance to the wall was only two meters wide. With the elder of the "Ghost Clan" blocking the way, it was a case of one man guarding the pass against ten thousand. It could hold for a short time, but if it dragged on, it would likely become a very troublesome situation.

Ye Chuan nodded. Mu meant for him to act as the team's guerrilla fighter. In fact, in the Earth Army, Ye Chuan had played a similar role—no fixed position, going wherever he was needed. Thus, Ye Chuan was quite familiar with the duties of a guerrilla.

Murong Che's grip on his phone tightened, feeling an anger and pain as if a piece of his heart had been gouged out.

The scene that would follow was too beautiful; the various governors of the Wei family dared not even imagine it. They could almost foresee that in a few days, the various prefectures of the realm would raise the banner of rebellion against Wei, and overnight, the entire landscape would change.

***

Could everything happening to the freak also be some kind of atavism? He couldn't quite figure it out for the moment.

The tent was deathly silent. Qin Shaoyou and Anima stared at each other. Qin Shaoyou felt a bit like he was being forced into a corner. Finally, he shrugged at Anima, who could only respond with a bitter smile.

Not knowing that Pei Zheng had appeared after he left, Shi Feiyu led Fang'er forward, eventually stepping into the heavy fog.

"Fifth, if no one obtains the Yin-Yang Bagua Plate within ten thousand years, all cultivators participating in the Inter-dimensional Struggle will be wiped out, and after ten thousand years, the struggle will begin anew."

"But I heard that Hua Xin's younger sister, Hua Yue, the commander of the Thunder Legion, doesn't think much of you at all!" Wang Meng’s eyes flashed with disdain.

For this operation, the Taoist and my great-grandfather were very cautious. They did not intend to rashly go up the mountain to find that blind man, but instead conducted a detailed investigation first.

The next day, Li Jian, whose soul had been wandering all night, slowly woke up. He felt this sleep had been particularly fulfilling, as if his whole body had been reborn and refreshed.

Ji Xuanke was shocked awake by the evil thought that had briefly arisen in his heart, feeling as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head. His face turned deathly pale. It was as if he had woken from a dream in an instant.

The youth’s lips curled slightly, his eyes beneath his lashes dark and bottomless: "Very clever, but..." His smile deepened, suddenly turning into mockery, "With a mountain as big as this appearing out of thin air, do you really need two lines of text to distinguish it?"

You Huo poured light amber liquid into the No. 1 goblet. Everyone stretched their necks to look at the rim of the glass, holding their breath.