Chapter 22: Seven Forms of Blade Intent

The pressure from the great families and powerful factions was immense.

Yet Chen Yang continued eating, his lips slick with grease. He walked straight up to Gongsun Lüyue. “Madam Gongsun, wasn’t that fellow named Chu Tiange supposed to fight me? Where is he?”

Everyone present was dumbfounded by these words.

After all, Gongsun Lüyue was the president of the Martial Arts Association, a figure who had dominated the martial world for decades...

Clearly, what Qiao Hui had said was accurate; the Bai Zixu in her heart was not the same as in her thoughts.

Now, Danzi had already grown into his adult form—his features delicate and handsome, exuding a youthful radiance at first glance.

Though she wasn’t certain what was happening, sometimes flashes of knowledge and scenes would surface in her mind, as if stored away, coming to her when she needed them.

Yun Luo said nothing, merely tugged at the corner of her mouth, then sidestepped him and walked on ahead.

But when it came to them, the throne was passed back and forth—astonishingly, not a single one wanted to become emperor. He truly couldn’t grasp what these young people were thinking. To love beauty but not power—what a joke, a joke for the ages.

There were all sorts of theories about the cause, but in this era, no one truly knew what had happened back then.

Gu Zhuoyang was always decisive, especially regarding matters concerning An Muxi. If he felt he ought to intervene, he would never let up for a moment. So, before long, An Mi was dragged over by Xiao Yan in the dead of night.

For a child from humble origins to rise above the rest—by whatever means—was a one-in-a-hundred talent.

When An Kelin saw Master An close the door, shutting her out, her expression immediately turned desolate. She had only wanted to curb An Kexin’s fiery temper, but unexpectedly, An Kexin had twisted things in another direction. She had never paid much attention to this younger sister, never imagining she’d have such skill.

Ye Xin’s cheeks flushed with shyness; Xu Yang had actually given her a necklace, and she’d opened it in front of so many people.

Many people whispered among themselves—some marveled at Yuan Huajun’s formidable methods, others were stunned by the sheer might of the Sacred Body.

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on Tang Yao’s face. It seemed the pressure from Jin Cha had forced Tuke’s hand, leading him to sell the jade mine.

The official family of Malu City held a hereditary countship, enjoying the privileges of a count in the Kingdom of Tianding. In the entire city, the official family’s power was absolute—that was what set Malu City apart from others.

At the same time, Tang Tianfei’s three soul rings lit up in unison. An overwhelming aura erupted around him, casting a red glow across his profile.

“The Death Curse is an extremely vicious secret art, lost for many years. Special methods are required to break it, but I don’t have those. Still, I can try,” Granny Wu said after some thought.

By now, I had calmed down from my panic. Seeing the situation, I knew things were bad and hastily used the Heavenly Gang Shift to escape the encirclement, reappearing behind the ancient corpse on the left. I pressed the talisman in my hand directly to the back of its skull.

My destination this time was the Forest of Gran—a place teeming with beasts and fraught with peril. Of course, I was self-aware enough to stick only to the outskirts.

Ever since Ming Han was old enough to understand, he’d come to help out every New Year. Thus, his family had no tradition of eating New Year’s Eve dinner; the day was simply too lively, business running until the early hours.

What followed was a gruesome tragedy right before the Guan siblings, making them tremble and clutch their heads in terror as they stared at Zhuge Rou.

Du Yi smoothly obtained the account book and casually placed the twenty million M-gold from the second-floor safe into his storage space.

The building was a perfect square, its blue and white hues interwoven, emanating a distinct sense of technology. Most striking of all, it stood forty-nine stories tall, nearly two hundred meters in height.