Volume One: The Ghost Mansion Chapter Thirty: The Path of Survival and the End

“Ah!” Xiao Yi said there was a fairly large lake at the manor, stocked with all kinds of fish. After breakfast, Li Xi began clamoring to go fishing.

The two of them had said they would talk things over themselves, but Huaiyu was pregnant. What if something went wrong during their conversation? What then?

Why would I release a song? I am not a singer planning to enter the entertainment industry. Yet my wife, Han Yuyun, seemed intent on promoting me into that world as a new singer.

The people delivering the dowry had been very considerate, specifically arranging for servants from the Bai household to carry it. But the Bai servants were hardly blind or mute. Whatever they saw, they would certainly talk about.

The moment netizens saw any new piece of news, most of them would blindly follow the crowd and curry favor with the prevailing opinion. They were remarkably easy to lead, and when confronted with events online, most of them never gave the matter any serious thought.

I had not even warned the lich, yet the lich had already begun watching me warily. Very well—I would pretend not to have noticed. So long as you dared make a move, I would have the nerve to finish you before you could act.

“They may be the sort who grow braver with every defeat,” Li Xi remarked from the side. “Isn’t that why they came looking for you to take revenge?”

Since Empress Wu had chosen to turn a blind eye, how could the various offices and local governments possibly continue doing their duty by cracking down on the circulation of gold and silver? Clearly, they could not.

Once inside the car, Manli looked utterly exhausted, yet she continued gazing out the window, as though she wanted to memorize every detail of the place.

“I’ll let you go once we arrive.” Mo Yuhan started the car at once, and the vehicle shot forward as she stepped on the accelerator.

When Xia Yang saw the shopkeeper’s unmistakably mercenary appearance, along with the iconic gold tooth in his mouth, he knew at once that this was Big Golden Tooth—the man Hu Bayi and Wang Fatty had come looking for.

Ling Miao looked up and saw Su Yuyang sprawled over Tang Xuan’s shoulder like a corpse. He glared furiously at Tang Xuan and let out an enraged roar.

And what else could the “divine source” Chi You spoke of be, if not the divinity within the human body itself—in other words, what people commonly called the acupoints?

Everything she had achieved today was the result of her own efforts. If Catherine had merely sheltered her while she refused to work hard, could she ever have come this far?

After clearing the dining table, Ling Miao left without saying goodbye to Su Yuyang. When Su Yuyang emerged from the room and saw the empty living room, he suddenly felt a pang of guilt for no discernible reason.

As for what was happening on my side, I watched helplessly as the sword qi released by Long Xuan’s clone was about to be completely crushed by the flames of the Nine-Headed Fiendbeast. Yet at that very moment, the giant sword suddenly blazed with light, as though injected with a surge of frenzied vitality. At the same time, nine identical Chengying swords appeared in the air and flew toward the beast’s nine heads.

At that moment, everyone from the Black Obsidian Sect who was present finally understood my strength. What did it mean to be only one step short of the Void-Transcending Realm? It meant reaching the Heavenly Man Realm. In this mortal world, someone in the Heavenly Man Realm was practically invincible. After all, Daoist Xu had once been merely in the Earthly Man Realm, yet he had already been hailed as the foremost man of the righteous path.

“He should be on the top floor, sunbathing,” Liu Chuan said with a shrug, completely unconcerned. “He said the sunlight up there was very pleasant.”

Everything unfolded exactly as Jun Qinghua had said. Metal, wood, water, fire, and earth appeared in that order, as though the formation had been established by Jun Qinghua himself. There was not the slightest suspense.

“By the way, where is Yang Anchang? Didn’t he come out with us?” Shen Tuantuan only remembered him then. No one knew when Yang Anchang had parted ways with them.