Chapter Ten: Why Be Together?

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The mountain was called Pot Mouth Mountain. Though its area wasn’t very large, its height was considerable, standing at over fifteen hundred meters above sea level. A strange sense of looking down on the world slowly grew in his heart, as if the entire city of Xianyang, inside and out, lay beneath his gaze. Yet within his protective barrier, Li Xiao truly did not know anyone who could surpass him. That sword strike pierced to Feng Ziqi’s chest, but unfortunately, it did not penetrate even half an inch of his body. Lin Fan’s clothes were tattered and torn, his appearance pitiful and utterly defeated. Two white eagles swooped into the battlefield without hesitation, their cries piercing the icy wind mixed with snow, as monsters fell one after another. After hearing Chen Zhenglong’s words, Chen Yixin rubbed her delicate temple with a slender finger. He had never seen what Chen Gusi looked like; when asked, Xiao Miyao also had no photos. Amid the astonished gazes of all, Huang Zhongli’s figure surged out like white smoke, leaving a trail of afterimages behind. Seeing Zhao Yi’s current state, Su Mu felt a bit amused but held back his laughter, rising to walk toward the office door. A loud dragon’s roar soared into the sky, the flying sword entwined by a giant dragon’s phantom, immobilized. When he and Shadow fought, they had to concentrate fully, leaving no room to guard against a third party’s sudden attack. Rod even had an eighty percent certainty that this man before him had already become suspicious of him from subtle clues, perhaps even knowing his true identity, causing Rod to break out in a cold sweat. Could this thing’s effect not be over yet? Wasn’t it supposed to grant him a special transformation? Might it have other uses? Or perhaps… the transformation he gained was merely an accident, and its true purpose was something else? Mu Xinyu glanced at the time; it was six in the morning, indeed a bit early. Since he had to rush back for a ten o’clock meeting and the flight was at seven, the delay was because she couldn’t get up early. “Elder Ding, you know Lin’er is in trouble,” the head of the Yue family slowly approached Yue Long, who had stepped down from the stairs, looking directly at the elder with graying hair, taking a deep breath before speaking.

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Upon hearing this, Cao Cao’s face immediately darkened, anger surging to his heart. He simply clasped his fists lightly and turned to walk out of the main hall. After Chu Tian prepared breakfast for everyone, Sister Hong, having had enough sleep, came down from her nap. The room was filled with the chatter and laughter of many, feeling like a large garden full of birds. By chance, reporters witnessed this scene, and with flashes popping one after another, countless intimate and ambiguous photos were captured by their cameras. When luck was good, nothing could block it. Gao Fei felt his fortune had been consistent in recent days; aside from infiltrating the thieves' den, he gladly accepted Jia Xu’s words. Whether Jia Xu was acting out of expediency or sincere allegiance, it was all a great joy to him. But now was not the time to vent emotions. If Zhan Feihong truly destroyed Michael’s body, then not only would killing him be impossible, but the entire chess game laid over countless years would be utterly lost. Lin Qiu was pushed aside by those behind before she could react. “Is that it?” she shook her head and left, while a long line of people still clapped nearby. Blade light rushed swiftly as black demonic energy surged toward Ao Hou. Seeing that the black carp could also transform, Ao Hou’s eyes flickered, but he did not dodge the ghost-headed blade. Instead, his hand spun a cyan ice spear and met the ghost-headed blade head-on. The King of Qin stood up, hands behind his back, walking over to the map hanging on the wall, his gaze fixed on the ten cities of Hejian. Leaving her in the prefectural city was even more worrying; without money and with Zhao Zitong nowhere to be found, where could she possibly take shelter? However, within this alchemy realm, due to the unique world-rule power suppressing Tian Fa, he absorbed the elemental energy within a thousand-mile radius. The special effects in the film reflected its futuristic tone, foreshadowing the direction of sci-fi cinema, leaving a deep impression. “Mommy, the baby has been an international fugitive for a year already… and a top-level one!” Ying Luoluo said, pointing at her finger, feeling quite aggrieved. At the Jining dock, by chance, Zhou Qinchuan met Yu Qian. Those who should have known Yu Qian—such as Xu Yongning, Zhang Mao, and Dong Baihu—did not come, allowing Zhou Qinchuan to meet the hero he admired only now. Ao Hou exhaled gently and gazed far away. This time, with a peaceful mind, he sensed a faint, hidden aura lingering in the Doushui Palace. Qin Qi and the others barely escaped the ambush thanks to Zhou Qinchuan’s self-sacrifice, but without reinforcements, they likely wouldn’t hold out much longer.

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Just as the thought crossed his mind, a force enveloped Mo Jue’s body, lifting him slowly into the air before he dissolved into a streak of light. The few nodded vaguely, unwilling to speak much, one hand still holding unfinished food while the other reached for another. As the worn black door creaked open, Mo Jue stepped into the ancestral hall, where a sea of blood-red came into view. “Then what kind of person do you think needs justice?” Kexi rubbed his slightly aching eye corner, cursing under his breath at those rough-handed audience elders. Though his words seemed teasing, Mo Jue felt no relief; instead, cold sweat broke out on him. “The cage is broken, unusable. I burned it for firewood; it’s gone,” Qiuyuhua replied without hesitation. Above the door hung a large plaque inscribed with “Alchemy Room,” exuding ancient charm. It was clearly a precious place for alchemists, so even the teaching building was separately designated. “Let’s go in!” Mu Xi resolved firmly this time. Eight days without stepping outside—she didn’t want to really die inside. After the order was given, soldiers from the Qingshan Patrol Camp rested in place under the guidance of their platoon and company commanders, some drinking water, others gnawing on rations. Ye Meimei felt as if she had been slapped hard twice across the ears; her face paled, and after anger came endless shame. Shopkeeper Sun discussed with Dangtou, willing to pay twenty taels of silver for him to teach Sister Zhang how to make pastries. Dangtou’s pastry skills were average even in Zheng City, and he was getting old. He agreed quickly, thinking that after teaching Sister Zhang, earning those twenty taels, he could retire home peacefully.