“Who exactly are you?” Mu Yu muttered, watching Long Qingan, who had returned to assuming the identity of Tian Jiancheng as he entered Martial Hill City, from a tree branch of a Chinese scholar tree outside Martial Hill City.… Read more
“You need only seal your spiritual energy for half an hour, Ancestor. You can remove the seal once the magic kicks in,” explained Yu Mingjun.
“Immortal, just do it. We can’t wait any longer,” coquettishly urged one of the … Read more
“Nothing.” Lord Miguo was the first to recover from the freaky bloodlust, and he sounded as calm as ever. “You would’ve escaped already if it was within your means. Why bother bluffing?” Seemingly ignoring Ming Feizhen’s grin, he … Read more
“Wait.” Hua Qing bound forward and extended a hand toward Er Laizi. To his puzzlement, he zoomed straight past Er Laizi.
Shocked and mistaking Hua Qing for another adept there to rescue Wugou, Er Laizi froze up, affording … Read more
If anyone was to guess the twenty-odd year old was a ruffian, they were right. Er Laizi didn’t hold an official post in Miguo Branch and didn’t contribute anything besides dropping by to ask a few questions, then … Read more
Hua Qing and Zhuo Fengru agreed on three terms: stay calm in the face of trouble. Do not hastily flee. Do not reveal your location. Hence, when Hua Qing came across the scowling monk, he spun around and … Read more
“Absolutely.” Yungu’s ever-charming dimple managed to stand out on its own despite her buried cold character. “If that is your wish, I will happily be your mistress.”
“Tsk. If I wasn’t locked in this crap hole, I would … Read more
Zhuxing Wuchang’s small, barely-acceptable chamber at Shennong was close enough to a creek to hear running water and cicada conversations at night. Divine Moon Cult and poverty didn’t belong in the same sentence when they were the most … Read more
Lord Miguo’s followers had cleaned up most of the venue’s aftermath, and the artisans had commenced repairs by the time Lord Miguo returned. Even if accounting for transit times, they could rebuild the stately platforms within nine days.… Read more
“Unhand me,” Ming Feizhen smiled once again, “or you’re going to be one hand less.” Still airborne, Ming Feizhen pivoted so that he could whip his free leg at Lord Miguo.
Neither Shaolin, Wudang or Mount Daluo taught … Read more