Chapter 29

The ability to endure loneliness is the prerequisite for enjoying prosperity. In Zheng Fan’s view, this principle applies equally to the path of cultivation. Rather than rushing to stand out prematurely and risking an early demise, it is far better to patiently temper one’s foundation and transform every advantage into one's own strength.

"But my leg hasn't healed yet," Yuan Jing said, attempting a desperate struggle. After all, as long as he did not leave the celestial prison, there was still room to maneuver. He feigned a limp, dragging his heavy leg as he spoke.

The man did not waste time. He walked straight to the bedside, intending to throttle Duan Ruxia’s neck. Unexpectedly, a gust of wind struck from behind. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, and he immediately dodged the attack.

I deliberated on what to tell Wang Zheng and what to keep hidden. In the end, I revealed the plans between Brother Hao and General Sila to him, but kept the secret of General Sila’s encounter with an assassin, as well as the details regarding Zhou Chu and the mountain cave.

No one knew what to do now, but being with Xingyue brought a sense of peace, as if everything could simply be left to him. As long as they followed his lead, they would be fine.

"This massive oaf is a monster himself, yet he still finds us repulsive," Zheng Fan said, glancing at Yun Yan and silently conveying his dissatisfaction.

Outside the courtyard, the sound of chaotic footsteps arose, accompanied by the clatter of armor. Someone was shouting orders, frantically deploying troops in a state of panic.

I examined the teapot carefully. Although it was shattered, the impact did not seem severe, as it had broken into only two or three pieces, allowing it to be pieced back together into a complete whole.

Mu Lin and Shui Lin were forced to pause, raising their swords to deflect the barrage. The sound of clashing metal rang out incessantly; the arrows were forged from mysterious iron, and while the swords could not sever them, they managed to deflect their trajectory and diminish their force.

The two bridges were identical, yet the Soul-Crossing Bridge that had appeared out of thin air was shrouded in red mist, exuding an eerie dark crimson hue that contrasted sharply with the moss-covered green bridge below.

"Even I, when I was at the Grandmaster stage, could not withstand a casual strike from a practitioner of the Gangqi realm."

The next day, she went to work as usual and began to busy herself once more. Everything seemed to have returned to its normal track. After all, she reasoned, it was just a common eye ailment; those waiting to see her fall would likely be very disappointed this time.

"If I don’t teach this girl a lesson, she’ll become too arrogant, which is not good for cultivation," Yang Tian said earnestly. He wasn't spanking Fu’er out of malice; it was simply that her pride and complacency were dangerous for someone on the path of cultivation.

Duan Yu had long since witnessed Mo Bai’s feat of severing a waterfall with a single strike. He remained perfectly calm, wearing a smug, worldly expression as if he considered such displays to be his master’s basic routine.

Yun Shenwu’s mother was deeply anxious. After hearing her son’s words, she felt she should trust him, yet she longed to know the specific circumstances. A mother could never spend her life thinking only of herself; more often than not, her heart was occupied by concerns for her son.

Luo Chen spoke coldly; this was his bottom line. After all, it was they who were begging him, not the other way around. One should not put on airs just because of their status; to Luo Chen, business was business. That was his principle when saving lives.

Wandering the heavens alone was free, but ultimately inconvenient. Having a powerful system by his side would make life much easier.

Yun Shenwu knew the risk of death was extremely high in this close-quarters engagement, yet he did it anyway. In his eyes, if he did not sacrifice himself, others would die sooner or later.

Feng Lie’s roar of fury echoed throughout the grand hall, a rage so profound it defied description, reverberating off the empty walls.

"Boss, this..." Tan Feng frowned, casting a pleading look at Tan Suxing. Tan Suxing only covered her mouth to hide her laughter, as she found the situation to be of no consequence.

"Roar!" The purple monster let out a sky-shaking cry. Its wings, spanning eight meters, flapped in unison. Instantly, a violent gale materialized out of thin air, spiraling toward us.

"Heh, a native of the Golden Origin Star? You are too severely injured..." Long Xiaotian sneered. With a jolt of his arm, he deflected Number Thirty-Six’s fist. After forcing the opponent back, he thrust his bone blade upward, aiming straight for Number Thirty-Six’s throat.

It could be said that the Far East Fleet possessed a heroic spirit at the time, maintaining the resolve of the Far East Legion even when facing an Ottoman naval fleet that far surpassed them in strength.

Therefore, Lin Yun was certain that whether it was Dragon City, the Dragon Domain, Dragon Valley, or Dragon Island, it made no difference. As long as Lin Yun offered terms that excluded the Wind-Tearing Divine Beast and the ten Heaven-Quaking Elephants, the Dragon Clan would surely agree.

"He brought up the marriage proposal again," Duanmu Dexian said, looking at her son, who was already taller than her. She knew he had just come from the main courtyard.

Back in their quarters, Xiao Rang and He Buwei said nothing, joining the others in sitting cross-legged on the floor to meditate and regulate their breathing. The lecherous one noticed Xiao Rang’s grim expression and felt a flicker of doubt, though he dared not ask any questions.