Volume One, Chapter 21: Mu Wanwan’s Nightmare, An Unusual Mark on Her Forehead

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I felt a sharp pain in my tailbone from the fall, and with the swelling on my face, I was truly unlucky. Struggling to get up, I saw Qiulong staring blankly at my chest, then turning to look at me thoughtfully.
“There’s nothing we can do now. If Master couldn’t find them, then it’s even less likely we will,” Li Shiman said with a hint of gravity in her eyes; naturally, she was worried.
A formidable realm king had perished in the Tomb of Bai Qi, reduced to ashes—this was also the first realm king Lin Ming had killed. Although Mr. Zhou’s death wasn’t directly caused by Lin Ming, it was ultimately his doing.
Every time she closed her eyes, she could picture her son being pinned to the ground and beaten by a bigger kid, her heart tightening painfully.
Although his closest companion remained Ming Yue, with time, she believed he would also thrive in this mansion. To foster a bond between him and Madam An, Ming Yue accompanied her to dine with Madam An in the main hall for both lunch and dinner.
“Don’t worry. He has more combat experience than you, so it’s normal you couldn’t defeat him. But once you practice more and get familiar with this power, crushing him will be effortless,” Gan Fuju said, seeing Chen Hang’s fury and immediately offering reassurance.
As more onlookers gathered, I said, “Teacher Su, let’s return to school; it’s almost evening. Don’t mind the madmen.” Saying this, I led the way back towards the school.
“Hey, sir, what’s this about?” Lady Qian glanced outside; the sky was bright with no sign of darkness. The three men looked young and strong, but after a few bowls of wine, they were drunk beyond reason—a mere show of strength that couldn’t endure real hardship.
Seeing Su Hao so anxious, Wang Yuqi said, “Su Hao, alright, I agree, but don’t blame me if you regret it later.” Seeing the determination in Su Hao’s eyes, Wang Yuqi truly didn’t know what to do.
In a space of over two hundred square meters, about a dozen young men sat together, some practicing dialogues, others rehearsing movements; it was quite harmonious.
Wu Kuang couldn’t use the Central Asian Golden Body to resist, otherwise the temporal vortex would still surge through him.
Over the years, disciples from the Dan God Sect and the Beast Taming Sect rarely emerged; the Sword Sect’s disciples were particularly low-profile. Only the Star Sect and the Dao Sect’s disciples were brazenly high-profile, reigning supreme wherever they went, and no one dared offend their forces.

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Duan Chenfeng spoke with youthful pride, hoping to earn some approving glances from Lian Xingxue.
As they prepared to cross the river, Jun Yao and his party arrived at the valley and saw Burmese soldiers moving upstream through the river. Unable to communicate, Jun Yao quickly called Song Yi to stop them.
He strained to listen but heard nothing unusual, so he returned to the city gate area.
A cough interrupted Yun’er, who was sitting dazed, but she saw no one near the fallen carriage.
Qin Aofeng sneered, “What foolish donkeys, daring to block my path.” He cracked his whip, urging his horse, which neighed loudly and charged between the two men.
Did Jun Yao have no regard for the law? Now in their state, it no longer mattered. Don’t forget, Wuying was a wanted man with dozens of lives on his conscience. Killing two more unforgivable sinners was trivial.
After some time, Doctor Ji released Qin Aofeng’s hand, sighed, and stood up.
If the exit were too ordinary, Yao Ji might not have been tempted. But if she learned she would “marry into” the royal clan, gaining even more prestige than the Liu family, how could she let this chance slip?
She announced that the sea area where Kunlun was located would be named Kunlun Domain, and the island they were on would be called Kunshan Island.
At this moment, the power was different—this change caused the heavily armored tyrant facing the attack to change expression, feeling a weight pressing down on it. Fortunately, the force wasn’t too strong, or it would have been unbearable.
Li Yunhui stood aside, watching the few obsessed archaeologists, sighed, and sat down, feeling no connection to these things.
Thunder and various radiant treasures burst forth in midair, forming a blockade that barely held back the beastly bird’s assault.

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In the biting winter wind, five years of the Zhenghe era had passed; winter faded and spring arrived, ushering in the sixth year. The war horns first sounded in the northeast of Huaxia.
Yan Yan’er, originally Yin Jue’s wife, suddenly appeared at Piaoxue Tower. Cao Jianren had many questions but didn’t ask a single one.
“General Wanyan, you have only a few thousand cavalry, while I command tens of thousands. Have you thought through your next move?” Jiang De waved his hand, and the surrounding cavalry immediately formed ranks, ready to charge.
Murong Yunyan rose and studied the star map carefully. Several star domains remained between them and the cultivation world they sought to return to, but the star map revealed nothing unusual about this domain.
The Lord of Life and Death, a martial god of extraordinary power, swung a fist forward with overwhelming divine might; even his hair fluttered wildly.
The large man saw Zhu Tong in official robes and shouted, “Just the corrupt official I need! Take this axe, for your grandfather!” He struck down with a crushing blow. Zhu Tong hastily caught it, feeling a tremendous force nearly overwhelming him. The blade was forced down, and Zhu Tong crouched slightly to steady it.
“Woof, woof!” Back home, just as the villa door opened, Gun Gun suddenly jumped up from the green lawn, rushing toward Zhao Hao.
The elder was terrified, screaming as if his soul had fled. He thought the worst punishment would be incapacitation and imprisonment—after all, he was a direct descendant of the Situ family and the family head’s brother. Yet, he never expected the family head to want him dead.
Xing Lie was bored, watching his newly accepted disciples train, when suddenly he sensed a sharp aura nearby and caught a glimpse of a golden sword light flying toward him from the corner of his eye.
But thinking that magical treasures wouldn’t help here, Zhan Feng frowned. Meanwhile, Ye Feng was being pursued by Wind Flame. Although Ye Feng flew around the planet, he couldn’t escape the void; it seemed the surrounding area was sealed by formation barrier treasures.