33. A Hundred Blessings
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When he finished speaking, Liu Qi’s gaze fell once more on Lin Mengyao, and a trace of gratitude appeared in his eyes.
Thus, ninja missions mostly involved protecting employers, assassinating targets, escorting cargo, gathering intelligence, and so on. By their very nature, such missions had nothing to do with ordinary people.
Young Master Yun had rendered outstanding service during the Meizhou earthquake, saving the lives of tens of thousands. He had even warned the emperor that the Xizhou Dam would collapse. Yet accomplishments of such magnitude were still not enough to earn him a Death-Exemption Token. He also had to provide two million taels and help the emperor establish an iron cavalry before it would suffice.
Then, amid the boundless wind and sand, the sound of weeping grew clearer and clearer. A hazy, drifting figure appeared in the distance.
Unlike boxing, in which fists met flesh and every attack was answered with a defense, ninjutsu was filled with uncertainty. Breathing fire, summoning wind, creating clones, turning invisible—these were all fields Shu Yun had scarcely understood before.
Besides, Fang Yuxue, the CEO he trusted most, was overseeing Guang Tianyu, so there was essentially no chance of anything going wrong.
Only then did Shu Yun look around the room and notice a pile of medicinal herbs in one corner. Most appeared to have been gathered by hand, and many still looked remarkably fresh.
Just as the guard’s attack was about to land, Shen Xiu finally moved. He raised the cane in his hand and gave it a sudden, powerful sweep.
In truth, however, his thoughts were occupied with examining the laws the Professor had just sent into his sea of consciousness.
Huang Huanling’s expression immediately turned unnatural. “As if I care,” she said, then dragged Xia Yingying away into the distance.
“Cackle, cackle, cackle…”
At the same time, a string of sinister noises entered both their ears.
Originally, Tu Hongchen had intended to rely on the power of the Imperial Sword Demon Sect to secretly kill Lin Yi and avenge Tu Su. But the moment he heard that Lin Yi was a genius from the Ancient Tomb Sword Sect, he immediately abandoned the idea and no longer dared to act.
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“Hehe, my name is Baopi. I’m the incarnation of a flood dragon. I heard there was a Martial Emperor here, so I came to ask him to accept me as his disciple. Unfortunately, Elder Xuanming, the Martial Emperor, has kept his doors closed and refused to see anyone, so I’ve been waiting here all this time.” The youth spoke with evident excitement.
The three Bai brothers exchanged glances. In a flash, their three figures appeared around Lin Yi, guarding him from either side, their eyes filled with vigilance.
The crowd erupted in an uproar. Du Youyang shouted angrily, “How can that be? He is a Tatar, while we are Han Chinese. The Hu and Han peoples have never coexisted since ancient times.” Everyone else voiced their agreement, nodding repeatedly.
As they proceeded, all the vines and branches of the ancient locust trees retreated. Yet Luo Chen could vaguely make out shadows darting and weaving among them.
The level-ninety-one expert shouted loudly. He knew that these strange insects were certainly being controlled by some powerful figure.
The divine dragon’s essence blood—unless you have broken through to the Martial God realm, using it once can allow you to break through an entire realm directly. With good fortune, you may even break through several realms.
His voice was loud. The moment the words “violet radiance of fortune” left his mouth, a commotion broke out. The bustling hall fell silent at once, and everyone fixed their eyes intently on them.
“Mr. Zhang, could you tell me? Where exactly are we going?” Lin Qi asked after biting through an apple nearly as large as two fists. She seemed to be in slightly better spirits.
“Damn, there really are living creatures here.”
Zhang Fan dodged in a flash and finally saw it clearly: an enormous octopus, dozens of meters tall, its tentacles thicker than his body.
Compared with her nervousness, Su Weishi seemed much more relaxed. He extended his long fingers and lightly tapped on the door. He did not appear to use much force, yet in the quiet gatehouse the sound was startlingly abrupt. Even that not particularly loud knock seemed deafening.
I found that expression irritating. With a sweep of my sleeve, I knocked the pair of wedding candles from the table. They went out upon striking the floor, and the entire room immediately sank into darkness.
With the knowledge possessed by Hu Shuntang and the others, there was no way to understand this statement. They only vaguely sensed that it ought to be connected with the Yin-Yang Rift. Yet, looking at this place Li Shikun called the “Wine Tomb,” together with the broken drinking vessels from five different eras, it resembled a grave built for wine.
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The laws of heaven and earth had been personally established by Hua Qianshi in his previous life. They were the path by which all things operated. The Thousand Emperor gazed at him with reverence, his entire mind sinking into the laws of heaven and earth.
Helian Ziyun had been frightened out of her senses. Only then did she react, immediately turning around and embracing Long Ming as she burst into tears.
“Then I’ll be going downstairs first.”
After saying this, the middle-aged man noticed that Xiao Yichen’s expression was displeased and said nothing more. He obediently slipped away.
Yet he remained dazed and listless, feeling utterly unenthusiastic about everything he did. He wandered slowly along the corridor, so distracted that he failed to notice when he walked straight into someone.
He drove Lin Mohan home, but a question had been troubling him. If he did not voice it, he felt he would die of discomfort. Lin Mohan sat quietly on the sofa, deep in thought. Seeing that Lei Eighteen showed no intention of leaving and was pacing back and forth inside his home, he understood Lei Eighteen’s temperament and did not waste time on empty words.
By then, the basin had been brought out, with an induction cooker beneath it slowly raising the temperature. Jade was sensitive to heat, so the temperature had to be controlled with great precision. Otherwise, the jade pendant would be ruined.
“Don’t worry. We’re not bored enough to kill you.” She smiled brightly.
When this punch was thrown, the void shattered like glass with a resounding crack. Black fissures spread in every direction, unleashing terrifying winds from beyond the heavens.
His long hair was combed back and tied into a flowing ponytail. Soft, silky strands lifted into the air beneath the gentle breeze, creating a scene as captivating as pear blossoms dusted with snow.
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