Chapter 41: Cherish the Opportunity Given to You

“My lord, Han Daqiang is dead, Han Leng has been crippled, and he brought back a message. That boy said… he would destroy… destroy…” Ye Xiaotian knelt before a man with a square face, his voice trembling so much that he could not go on. The square-faced man was none other than the Master of the Soul Palace…

Wang Meng stared blankly at the two who had just departed. How had this matter become entangled with his own marriage again?

Jiang Deqiang had changed. He was no longer the honest, simple man he had been when working as an internet café attendant. Now, consumed by hatred, he was blinded by ambition. Qin Chuan wanted nothing more than to distance himself from him.

That mirror had been made especially by Li Xiaoyao. There was nothing extraordinary about it—it was simply a mirror containing Qin Chuan’s image: Shuangshuang lying on the icy bed, Chen Mengling transformed into a long sword.

Lin Yi couldn’t be bothered to respond. He simply drew a deep breath, and an uncountable amount of the world’s essence flowed into him.

In all his seventy thousand years, he had never suffered such a blow. The sealing of his cultivation only made him all the more furious.

As Wang Meng spoke, his hand formed mystical seals. The Sword of Dream pierced the vastness, and suddenly, a land shrouded in chaotic mist appeared in the void, replacing the blazing sun above the wilderness. The world became enveloped in gray haze, as if all creation had fallen into deathly silence.

“I do know of a place. Follow me,” Gu Qiuxiang said softly, her lips barely moving. With that, she soared into the sky, heading in the direction of the Jade Pool.

At that moment, a head appeared at the mouth of the cave—a face of striking beauty. She saw Qin Chuan sitting on the ground, dejected, and an inexplicable ache welled up in her heart. She didn’t even notice that her fingernails had broken from gripping the cave wall too tightly.

As she spoke, Xie Yue’s gaze turned icy. The next instant, a black scabbard slowly emerged at his waist. The blood-red sword was gently sheathed, and the fierce sword intent that had filled the air vanished without a trace.

“Qicai, where have you run off to this time?” Who knew how much time had passed when Zhang Kuang finally found Qicai. He spoke with exasperation.

“Wan Ning, I actually came here today to ask you about something.” Zhao Chenan sat down before Zhao Wan Ning.

Now that I have become a god, I wonder if the skills and spells I once possessed in my skill space and mental space can be reestablished.

After getting out of the car, Lin Wan’er led the group unimpeded through the academy. Nearly ten minutes later, she stopped in front of a secluded courtyard.

Having more or less sorted out his thoughts, Fang Wu began typing them out on the keyboard.

“Yang Yun, good, very good!” Davis muttered Yang Yun’s name, and hatred surged in his heart.

Wasn’t this just inviting trouble? He could have sneaked back into the country, or donned a disguise to slip in quietly, so why did he have to choose such a method?

The Ten Great Elven Academies of the Grand Xia Alliance were so-called “Ten Greats,” but in recent years’ collegiate tournaments, the other eight had increasingly become mere foils to Shangjing and Jinghua.

Dan Ye was no longer the refined gentleman of the past. Now, he sat cross-legged in his room, staring at the map at the location of the Magocratic Kingdom, his brows knitted tightly.

Ma Hongjun could not understand Tang San’s arrangement. He’d just been clamoring to crush the Heaven Dou Royal Academy’s second team, yet Tang San now benched him, leaving him slightly disappointed.

After all these days of training, Zhao Wan Ning’s strength had grown considerably. She wielded a bone hammer in each hand, striking alternately.

“You want to devour my soul?” The demon dragon’s voice was trembling. In the outside world, no one would dare speak to it this way, but hearing Gu Yang’s words, unease once more gripped its heart, making it pound wildly.

Master had already expelled Zhi Ran from the sect and must surely have reclaimed the Divine-Consumption Cauldron at that time. How had it ended up in Zhi Ran’s hands again?