Volume 1, Chapter 22: Saving Her Once More

As soon as she recognized the person standing opposite her foster sister, Meng Tingfeng’s smile froze on her lips.

How could it be him?

The tall figure clad in silver-white armor was none other than General Pu Hong.

Seeing Pu Hong seemingly glance in her direction, her heart skipped a beat. She quickly withdrew her gaze and concealed herself behind a cluster of flowers.

Her mind, however, was a chaotic blur.

Though she knew Meng Xueyi possessed a phoenix heart and assumed only a member of the imperial family or nobility could win her favor, she never imagined her foster sister’s beloved was General Pu.

The ever-gentle and courteous foster sister had even secretly met him after sending a messenger—this was a clandestine liaison…

So, Meng Xueyi must have truly given her heart to…

With a sigh of resignation, he put away the GPS device and drew his treasured sword. Leaping onto a treetop, he scanned the surroundings. Above and below appeared much the same—no sunlight in sight.

The survival rate was still eight to one, the same as the last cohort. According to the Four Great Families’ estimates, this year’s survival rate would likely be even lower.

In such circumstances, even Yan Mo, hailed as the number one in the Ji Zhou region, seemed to be deliberately overlooked by Ling Xiao.

Many silently thought the same and began to share in the awe-inspiring beauty and tranquility of the universe. A hush fell over the scene, and many faces bore expressions of serene enjoyment.

The spacious, luxurious hall was nearly empty of guests. The courtesans and geishas, seemingly forced to perform, played and sang with all their might, as if a single misstep might cost them their lives.

Suddenly, the seal guarding the secret realm rippled, and Shang Yan’s figure vanished without warning.

The ghost painter and the warriors of the Mu clan swiftly changed formation as they advanced—not simply shifting positions, but altering the martial array they had gathered.

Under such circumstances, these fellows might be quite excited, especially since during this period, they had just eliminated Chen Xi and the others, while Nanjing’s unrest stirred the emotions.

***

Ye Kuang clenched his teeth, silenced by the taunt. Indeed, he was a generation behind Sun Sheng.

Then, Cun Yi stepped onto the Yi Wood position of the universe, twin butterflies danced on his palm as he prepared to duel Zhang Jianfeng to determine life or death. Zhang Jianfeng’s lips puffed up as he spat a mouthful of saliva at Cun Yi. His sword-shaped eyebrows and broad eyes twisted with anger, his cunning expression all the more detestable.

Such tricks were easily spotted under normal circumstances because the black box had an anti-cheat system. Once connected to the Star Network, the broadcast would automatically issue a reminder: this is a performance, please do not take it seriously.

“Hey, what nonsense are you thinking? You want us to show off our talents?” Xiao Yixuan shot Lin Yu a glare.

If she hadn’t searched nearby for a long time to find such a restaurant, she definitely would have left immediately.

Having just passed through a maple grove, she saw someone carrying a sack approaching. She felt nothing unusual; servants often exited through the southeast gate when running errands.

From afar, she saw the master holding Jige’er’s hand as they walked toward the old residence. Compelled by some inexplicable force, she quietly followed, only to witness a heart-wrenching scene unfold.

Now, Cun Yi had no choice but to face one-on-one combat, unable to gain any advantage, especially with a Jade Phoenix constantly defending him. Zhang Jianfeng’s eyes darted wildly as he silently concocted an escape plan.

He was somewhat confused, unable to distinguish between Chu Qian and Chu Yihao, unsure if Chu Yihao was imitating Chu Qian or deceiving him.

In the television industry, dramas that break 5% viewership in a single episode and average over 3% in ten years were rare and could be counted on fingers.

Sister Rong was playing on a white crane when Shen Zan, Shen Yun, and Shen Chu came together to watch the cranes. They exchanged glances, each momentarily stunned.

“Everyone, our priority is still to break the formation together!” A calm, gentle voice sounded, instantly silencing all others present.

Though titanium alloy could withstand high temperatures, some protection was still necessary. After all, robots were intricate machines, and any malfunction could disrupt the entire system. The wires connecting various parts required special safeguarding.

Just as Li Xiaoyao was astonished by his cultivation speed, he was equally amazed by Gu Yun’er’s rapid advancement.

The two men let out a snicker before charging toward Ning Feng. One of them, a tall man nearly six feet two, extended his massive palm toward Ning Feng like a giant fan.

“Kong Xuan, are you scared now?” Nearby, a golden-winged roc suddenly raised its head, a mocking smile curling its lips.

***

“But how can that be right? That’s too lenient, and what about the future?” Chen Le suddenly winked at Su Ziqian, hoping Zhao Xin would take a stance.

The restrictions were harsh—one had to be under five hundred years old, limiting the number of entrants.

Jiang Haoxuan, clad in silver armor and a flowing cloak, summoned a fierce wind and flew toward the Chu Jiang King’s palace. Behind him, ten thousand ghosts howled, their wails blending with the black miasma spreading tens of miles, forming an overwhelming spectacle.

Yellow-haired youth with several bandages on his face rushed forward to attack upon seeing Ning Feng emerge.

At the moment of contact, terrifying energy surged forth, rippling like waves that distorted the entire void.

“It’s Rui Lin,” Han Muxi hesitated before telling Shen Aoning but still answered Qin Ruilin’s call.

By the time Qing Ying approached Li Yuntian, the latter was already enveloped in purple flames. This purple fire was unlike the usual heavenly flames summoned by cultivators—it was incomparably intense, far surpassing common celestial fire, which was too weak.

Tuoba Tao rose and walked outside, seeing brilliant light from the direction of Pingcheng. Faint dragon roars echoed as a golden dragon’s silhouette soared through the sky before diving into the night.

Without waiting for Yuan Mingxuan’s response, Zhao Hao dashed into the left woods, followed closely by Li Xiaoxuan.

“Mom doesn’t know anyway, so just make me something delicious!” Liu Jiu’er pushed the porridge away.

“Do I still have a chance to win this battle?” Liu An asked quietly, his back to the figure in black, his tone devoid of emotion.

Around them, celestial soldiers and fallen immortals lay collapsed. Their bodies were emaciated—clearly, the ancient corpse elder had nearly drained their essences.

Li Yuntian’s words caused the white sword master sipping tea nearby to tremble slightly. His movements paused briefly, and he glanced at Gu Yunye with a faint frown.