Volume One, Chapter 48: The Chief Brother's Self-Cultivation

Qin Zheng, having comforted Xie Qingluan, immediately changed into a moon-white scholar’s robe and headed straight to the Xiaoxiang Study Residence, waiting quietly for nightfall.

Beneath the highest ranks yet towering above tens of thousands, even the imperial family of the empire could hardly compare to the prestige of the Xie clan.

But, if—just if!—that was a hypothesis defying reality. Fate is the most elusive force; no one can foresee the path their life will take. That ferry, seemingly sailing toward a predetermined destination, often veers off course without anyone noticing.

Such things are for the young; at his age, one ought to know heaven’s will and quell the desire for victory.

At this moment, no one was home at the leader’s compound. The guards informed Ye Wudao that Yang Wangzhen had gone out, but where exactly was unknown to them.

Meilin didn’t understand where Lin Lei’s optimism stemmed from. Upon hearing his words now and realizing Lin Lei’s unwavering resolve, she could only smile bitterly to herself.

“This answer…!” Even Xue Wuyun’s eyes flashed with pride, yet her tone remained unyielding.

Meanwhile, Tan Zong was distressed but unaware that Cao Qiaomu was shooting a glance to Jiang Wu, who immediately fell into frustration. After some time, Jiang Wu furrowed his brows, shook his head slightly, causing Cao Qiaomu to sigh.

“So they fought as soon as they met, and I didn’t stop them, only asked them to keep it brief. But them?” Qian He’s expression still bore a mixture of regret and sternness.

Five thousand years—a number she dared not even imagine. She had once hoped to go back a year, to bring Lin Lei into her World Tree Domain, to help him become a pan-dimensional being and serve as her ally against the Crimson Abyss.

“Uncle, let’s have a word!” This was no place to talk, Liang Chen signaled to his companion to step away—either to the car or somewhere quiet.

Yet, unfortunately, without witnessing the battle between immortal Taoist cultivators, certain mysteries remained beyond his grasp.

Moreover, if this embarrassment caused Li Jian to think poorly of him when choosing a gift, leading to Lu Yufei’s already dim romance fading entirely, Lu Yufei might very well harbor a murderous intent.

At some unknown moment, Song Lingyu snatched the stone box from Xue Shisan’s hands, reading aloud every word carefully.

On his body, the sixfold domain instantly fused into one, then a brilliant silver radiance filled the heavens and earth.

Xu Zheng was speechless. He understood that even if he were not there, ten thousand others like him would be. The fate of the Fran machine beings had long been sealed when Hu Qi made up his mind.

Later, his eighth album sold a hundred million copies, setting a Guinness World Record for Chinese-language music.

Ordinary cultivators dodged bullets by reading their opponent’s gaze and movements, sensing the bullet’s trajectory in advance and evading accordingly.

Ning Feng asked Li Xin’er with some surprise. He didn’t understand her thoughts—why would she consider dropping out? She was a good student, and her family was well-off. How could such an idea arise?

Should I agree? If I do, will it make me seem undignified and lacking self-respect? Will he look down on me?

Satisfied, she sighed softly, turned, and lay upon the floor, gazing at the gentle morning light streaming through the door. Slowly, she reached out her hand, gently swaying it. The beam shifted at will, casting a radiant glow upon her flawless jade-like cheek.