33. Born Gifted

Just as Lie Tianyang believed his success was assured, the vital energy within his meridians suddenly receded like a retreating tide, as if swallowed by some primordial beast.

The supreme combatants on both sides were fully committed, with even the reclusive masters of the Immortal and Demon realms, who had remained hidden for ten thousand years, joining the fray in a display of unparalleled carnage.

The sun rose quietly on the horizon, casting patches of light across the landscape. As the wind stirred Lu Shuiyi’s hair, she looked like a celestial maiden from the heavens, her feet resting upon a rolling sea of white clouds as if she were riding them.

Following the direction indicated by the crane, Fang Xuanzong and Luo Jingtian were startled to see a three-inch cyan dagger embedded beneath the armpit of the white spirit beast’s corpse.

Those she once looked down upon could now ride on her back and issue commands, but what could she say? She could only endure, waiting for the opportunity to rise again, so she was in no rush.

Chen Shaojun remained silent; he also wished to leave, but he had no idea how to escape this place.

"The Cold Frost Palace's tracking powder is truly well-earned, but it still falls short when used on me." Beneath the mask, the man narrowed his eyes, and his disdain was not lost on Leng Bingxin.

About the time it takes to brew a cup of tea later, a massive canyon suddenly appeared before Chen Shaojun and his companions. The canyon walls were steep and unfathomable, stretching a hundred yards across, while at the bottom, a murky yellow river roared with turbulent waves, winding its majestic path through the depths.

Shen Zhetian finally snapped back to his senses, realizing that Sha Dutian was still dangling in the air. He immediately produced a rope and tossed it down. Sha Dutian grabbed it without a word, and as the others hurried over and saw the scene at the bottom of the cliff, they were struck with shock.

"This Ancient Kingdom of Qingyuan is too irresponsible! No one to receive us, and we have to find our own way—we are guests, after all!" Ye Xiao complained after walking for a while without finding anyone from Qingyuan to welcome them.

Yang Yu did not know what kind of scheme she was brewing, or perhaps she just leaned back lazily, quietly waiting for the other shoe to drop.

That’s not right. I am the senior disciple of the Destiny Sect, and my reputation is stellar. It’s been over a decade, yet my protagonist junior brother has shown no progress. Could it be that he isn't the protagonist?

The life force of that golden elixir grew increasingly powerful, as if it were about to break through its shell at any moment. Yu Qianbai squinted, observing it; it seemed this altar was not simple, which explained why those demonic beasts had gathered here.

Seeing Xiao Yi’s unfriendly glare, Lu Junxing answered hastily. Feng Yazhi wanted to ask where Xiao Yi was going, but seeing that he had no intention of explaining, she felt it best not to pry.

In truth, Xiao Yi had lost hope; he had visited hundreds of companies over the past few days, and none were what he was looking for.

Honestly, Zhang Moxian’s behavior always gave her the feeling that they knew each other, yet they had truly met for the first time.

The Night Watchers they encountered along the way all stopped whatever they were doing to salute Shen Ye as he passed.

They were all bewildered as to how things had reached this point, carefully recalling the contents of the messages they had sent back home.

The first sect leader? Ask anyone present if they even know his name. Not even a portrait of him has been passed down.

Wen Yang’s gaze never left Su Ziyi. He watched her with deep affection; ever since he learned she had broken up with Gu Hanxi, his ash-like heart had reignited.

The hundreds of officials present exchanged glances. Should this intense impeachment of Ao Yu really continue?

Yet, Bai Ya continued to feign weakness, wiping away tears and acting pitiable, while simultaneously recounting Rong Yue’s sordid "dark history" and glancing at her father from the corner of her eye.

She felt nothing but loathing for this ship and its passengers, wishing she could just dive into the water and escape! If not for the fact that her wounds were too severe to be submerged, would she really be here enduring their intimidation?

Miaomiao gestured toward Fu Sinian; in truth, he had seen Su Mi’s exhausted state the moment he walked in.

After all, in their minds, although Li Er was the Emperor of the Great Tang, the true masters were the powerful clans and families behind them.

Having lost the Shen Group, Shen Donglin still had the other companies he had established early on. Recently, these businesses had begun to run smoothly, and the loyal staff who had followed him from the Shen Group were now making their mark in the new ventures. Shen Donglin was busier than ever.

*Cough, cough.* It’s embarrassing to say, but the production team was so poor they couldn't even afford to hire actors; everyone was sponsored by the Bell Tower Film Studio, *cough, cough, cough.*

The battle last night was perhaps too intense; it happened last night, and yet the marks still hadn't faded this morning.

They swam for a while, but Mu Fengmian began to feel dizzy from the undulating sea, so she clamored to return to shore. Gu Jingxing had no choice but to take her back.

Before anyone noticed, Yuan Yi had appeared behind Yu Xiuhan, and not a single soul at the Yu Estate had sensed a thing.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes filled with shock, their lips trembling slightly as they offered devout prayers to the Taoist Ancestor.

"Of course it’s useless for you to explain, but if I explain, that’s a different story," Xu Duan said with a mysterious, inscrutable smile.

At that moment, the people on their lunch break, those tilling the fields, those meditating, and those cooking—everyone stopped what they were doing, slowly raised their heads, and looked toward the distance.