Volume One, Chapter 73: The Old Master Is Angry—The Situation Is Dire!

“I’ve already investigated this opera; there’s no trace of it ever being published online!”
“In this age of digital connectivity, if it’s nowhere to be found online, it’s almost certain that this piece is original!”
“Sun Qi has already said as much—there’s no need to investigate further. I believe him!”
With that single statement, Old Master Jin made his judgment.
Chen Ming was stunned.
How did things end up like this?
Jin Xiuting, furious, shoved him and turned to leave.
“Meilian, you owe Su Le and Sun Qi an apology, as do your friends!”
There, in the southern part of Funiu Town, stretched a vast mountain range. Xiao Mo had already sent scouts to investigate, but news had yet to return.
“Introduce yourself. It’s best if you mention your abilities,” Second Brother’s gaze fell upon the newcomer.
This was the so-called “spirit union” in the way of the sword—at the most tense moment of a sword confrontation, a loud shout sweeps away timidity and sharpens the spirit, intimidating the enemy. If the opponent’s eyes and aura betray hesitation or fear, the blade will strike in an instant to claim victory.
Xiao Lanyuan yearned to kiss her—so much that his body ached—but thinking of the scar at the corner of his mouth, he endured it.
He hadn’t attended the Hundred Fruits Banquet in years, but he remembered the wine-offering dances of old, performed solely for their own people.
“Not sure yet, but likely within a few days. What’s your take?” Bu Jiuzhou answered quietly.

“At least, they’ve never given up, always persisting. I believe that one day, they’ll find their child,” Old Master Xiao said with a gentle smile.
Ian summoned Liao Xiang and Zod, deliberately leaving out the vessel for fear of drawing too much attention.
Elder Ji and Qing Yunxiao arrived just then, missing Fu Zhaoning, who had gone inside.
“Rest assured, sir, I’ll deliver your message. Farewell.” Though the guard didn’t know what was in the envelope, he felt boundless murderous intent in Li Shouzong’s actions.
Despite everything, the heavy tank continued its onslaught. Firing at the panicked Nationalist positions ahead, it killed five soldiers in a single blast.
Now the three started to doubt! Meanwhile, the outside world was waiting for news of the second round of negotiations, but there was no movement. None knew what was happening—had the three parties decided not to talk, or had something unexpected occurred?
“The purple-gold bloodline hasn’t disappeared; not only is it intact, there’s one right here in our city of Kamondun.” Viscount Carter tossed another bombshell in response to Busquets’ mocking smile.
No matter how surprised those below were at Hongxing’s agreement, Feng Wu in the third-floor private room raised an eyebrow at Ye Xiang, waiting for an explanation.
“Averil, Ruolin, Michelle, Yafei, and Lord Yinglong, listen! Wipe out these survivors.”
The two standing atop the cliff, upon receiving Ye Xiang’s message, rushed to Xuanlin Palace. Luckily, all was well, but their unresolved issues were left hanging.
“Lord of Liaoyuan City, heed my command…” Princess Ying gazed at the grand city before her and spoke in a hoarse, low voice.
At the hotel entrance, Wang Yi hailed a taxi, slipped the driver a hundred yuan, and sent the tipsy Wei Zihang away. He and Song Raotai returned upstairs to their guest room to rest.
Seeing Xia Fangyuan lying on the bathroom floor wrapped in a towel, he was struck by her long, beautiful legs. The towel was too short, revealing hints of her inner thigh. Gong Shaoxie swallowed involuntarily, his Adam’s apple moving sensually.
Servants were already waiting nearby. At Sun Yaozhou’s signal, they stepped forward to lay out paper and grind ink.
Countless gods and demons around them asked in confusion. The scene was clear: the city lord’s brother would soon be smashed to dust. Why, then, did this young man say such a thing?

Even Qin Tianze, inexperienced as he was, blushed and turned away, while the two Zheng family bodyguards couldn’t help but glance at those snowy white thighs.
The onlookers sensed trouble. As a chaotic escape began, they suddenly realized their legs wouldn’t move—space itself had shifted, the path ahead collapsed.
“As I said, I’m here to help you! When you are strong, I am strong; when you are weak, I’ll never reach the summit!” Lu Han’s eyes gleamed crimson as he spoke slowly.
Li Yunfei and Red Child searched the mountains for traces of Moyun Cave. Though the Jilei Mountain was vast, few places emitted demonic energy; they found Moyun Cave after a brief search.
Vital energy surged from the dantian, but instead of dispersing to suppress the waves from each snake-eye fruit, it rushed straight toward the energy wave approaching his tenth meridian inside Duan Chen’s body.
“Song Zhi has always been the strategist of the Song Clan—how could he act so unwisely now? He’s nothing like a strategist, more like a reckless fool!” Kou Zhong questioned Li Yunfei, puzzled.
“Why don’t you eat?” Jin Zixi asked me, anger blazing in his words as if he would tear me apart.
Du Liyun was at a loss. She was confused and didn’t know how to face Wang Yibing, her first man, but she had no regrets giving him her first time. She didn’t dare hope he would marry her—after all, their families were worlds apart.
The Third Elder knew how serious this matter was. If the Ten Bloodline Tribes were targeted by the Temple of the West, the monks wouldn’t ask for people directly; instead, their daily chanting at the gate would drive everyone mad. It wasn’t the first time on the northern banks of the Tianjiang River.
Thus, fights and killings were rare, much like how wild beasts avoid deadly combat with equals—they know it leads to mutual destruction.
Yet her answer only confused the clever Lin Yue more. She turned her face away impatiently, saying, “This is my home,” and walked into the endless darkness of the cave.
At that moment, the mighty Nine-Headed Lion suddenly went berserk. Its colossal body stamped the ground with a dull roar, and its sharp gaze fixed on Yang Yi and the others, sending chills through their hearts.