My relationship with Zhuiyue was different to my other siblings because it wasn’t Shifu who brought him back but me. On that rainy day, my eight year old self carried rice thirty kilometres up to Emei, … Read more
Whether or not Inheritance that had lasted for a ten thousand years could continue to shine in the world of cultivation was dependent on this very day.
Drumming came from within Fallen Devils’ Grounds every now and then. … Read more
My original plan for Baimu and the predicament I was in didn’t have the slightest correlation. My plan was to have Uncle Martial Paragon join me and ask him to have Baimu’s ruler lend us a … Read more
Yang Ba sat opposite Yang Tian, grinning every now and then. Yang Tian didn’t die. Instead, his cultivation progressed significantly.
As golden mist descended into Yang Tian’s body, turning him hazy, he recovered. A golden strand of blood … Read more
Li Dong went through hell to return to Li Clan after he suffered critical injuries and had his divine soul vanquished – courtesy of Silence Vanquishing Finger. Li Clan did their best to resuscitate him to no … Read more
The uncanny curve on Ming Suwen’s lips that she was applying red rouge to was the level two alert at Mount Daluo – the equivalent of “enemy invasion” and “Patriarch’s wives have caught him at Mingyue … Read more
Yang Ba couldn’t absolve himself of the role he played in Yang Tian’s state. Kun Hu and the others watched Yang Ba lose control of his emotions – a first ever since they went through … Read more
Uncle Martial Paragon chugged back tea from a big copper teapot and then pulled me aside in the middle of my quarrel with the flower boy. “Please bear with Neath. Consider it doing me … Read more
Every Sword Aura wisp fused into a jadeite sword river over three square kilometres that covered the entire dome, turning the ground jadeite.
Li Long used Golden Combat Fists again, blasting qi, blood and fighting spirit.
“Jade … Read more
“Who is he? He looks like a village bum.”
Ming Feizhen: Relax, Ming Feizhen. Breathe. Don’t deck him.
Some feminine punk had his finger at my nose as he mouthed of at some underground … Read more