Chapter 13: The Swift Wind Blade Technique

Because it was a surprise attack, there weren't many people from the Soul Hunters to begin with. On top of that, their opponents had arrived with overwhelming force, and seeing the situation turn dire, most of them were already wavering. Zhao Xinyi repeatedly confirmed that a thin, soft cloth was covering her eyes. There was a bulge over the eye area, as if something was tucked inside, completely blocking her sight. The cloth was tied tightly—the strength in her hands was feeble, and she had no hope of tearing it off.

Helian Longteng lowered his head, tacitly accepting Hua Junjie’s statement. He could also see the hostility in Hua Junjie’s eyes. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, waved his hand, and called out, “Enough… enough.” With that, he raised his head and strode inside.

“Can this key truly unlock the truth behind that string of deaths?” Wang Jianye fell into deep thought.

“Love and all that—it’s too much trouble. If I can just manage myself, that’s already no small feat,” Jie Qi said with a wry smile.

Compared to the worried messages about Leng Pingsheng’s family, Dong Shuo’s feelings were more of curiosity than concern. He was less preoccupied with Fujino’s safety and more interested in the process itself.

Qinglong and Baihu charged toward Hu Hualian, brandishing broadswords, slashing down from the sky in her direction. Helian Junjie followed close behind, adding a sword strike of his own.

The entire Chaoyang Temple was shrouded in a barrier of golden light, which was the second most famous sight on Yishan Mountain.

For students like Jun Qingluo, who not only grasped concepts immediately but also had an eidetic memory, the teachers wished they could impart everything they knew to her in the shortest possible time. The sense of accomplishment and fulfillment generated by nurturing a future leader in medicine was almost impossible to describe.

“Don’t worry, Peng Zhe will be fine!” Yan Yun patted my shoulder, but I... I simply couldn’t imagine—if there were no pulse, if the whole body turned cold—how could there still be any hope of survival?

Even the street in front of the residence was exceptionally wide, enough for eight carriages to travel side by side.

“A true master indeed—I could practice for a hundred years and never play with your feeling,” Kagel Lafi said admiringly.

Standing composed and at ease, he turned around and quietly awaited the man in the bamboo hat, who glowed like a human lantern.

On her way to the company, Shi Zuizui’s mind was filled with Lu Sui’s sensual lips. She found herself thinking about Lu Sui all the time.

Before Ye Qingqing could finish, Ye Dawu suddenly turned his body, stretching both arms in the same direction, making a gesture as if to say, “Take a look.”

“No, hospital policy says no payment, no treatment,” Dr. Li said impatiently, all the while playing a game.

Jin Sanshi felt a wave of relief at these words. He had thought Lan Yong was about to cause trouble for Lin Yi—after all, Lin Yi had essentially blacklisted Blueberry TV. Since it was just an apology, he had no reason not to take Lan Yong to see Lin Yi.

Liu Mingzhi, beside himself with anger, spat out two words in quick succession. A surge of energy erupted around him, whipping up a storm so fierce those nearby could barely stay on their feet.

It turned out that, due to the needs of building the gang, a vast number of missions were posted every day—some to be taken freely, others assigned mandatorily.

In Dragon City, although the dragons cooperated with them in battle, they always held something back.

So what he had seen before was nothing but an illusion—there was no ancient giant crocodile, nor one building a ladder.

Now, while the old man was still alive, she needed to give birth to a son for Fu Yanzheng as soon as possible, to give the Fu family an heir. Perhaps then, for his grandson’s sake, the old man would give her a larger share.

After being chastised by Palace Mistress Su Xi, Saro couldn’t help but turn his head slightly, casting a resentful glance in the direction Cohen had left.

“If you’d just look carefully at the wall, you’d see for yourself. Why bother asking me?” Yue Li said with a cold edge.

King Wei could never have imagined that the eunuch he relied on most would have such a talent for deception.

Especially at this moment—he was supposed to meet Chu Tian at the entrance to the gala, and had put on what he considered his finest suit. Yet, seeing the wealthy guests coming and going and feeling their disdainful glances, he was on the verge of collapse. The only thing keeping him from leaving was sheer willpower.

Before dawn, the night wind blew in waves; Mu Ning caught a strong, metallic scent—the unmistakable tang of blood.

Turning around to look ahead, in that instant, Mu Ning saw two beams of blue light shooting from the eyes of the elk.

Before long, Fu Chiyuan came out after washing off her face mask. She was no longer the efficient, stern figure of the previous night, but now wore a loose T-shirt and ultra-short shorts, flip-flops on her feet, and her long hair casually tied back. She looked much more like the approachable girl next door.

Afterward, what was meant to be a celebration of Chu Tian’s success in the drinking contest became a gathering to console Zhang Heng. Though Zhang Heng insisted he was fine, it was clear to Chu Tian and the others that he’d truly fallen for someone this time, and his heart had been genuinely wounded.

So be it. If I die, all will dissipate like smoke—what use are the imperial examinations or academic honors? To sacrifice my life for a promise to Luofu Tu—it’s not worth it! Mi Dou’s eyes grew calm, thoughts swirling, until at last, she agreed.