Chapter 122: Brother, Let’s Run a Kilometer

The television series "Chronicles of Youth" is a sprawling coming-of-age drama that follows the protagonists, Wang Qingchun and Li Hong, from their childhood encounter through their journey of mutual understanding and love, eventually leading to their separation and the pursuit of their own separate lives after college.

In terms of their romantic arc, Wang Qingchun and Li Hong’s story is a definitive "bad ending"—the kind that audiences famously voted as the most unacceptable. After an intense and passionate romance, they each find peace, and even while committed to new partners, they remain capable of looking back on their past with profound emotion.

"So he’s not dead yet. How truly..." Nangong Hao thought to himself, his mind already turning toward his next move.

Yet, why would he love her? And why was he so good to her? Gu Xiaobei stared at him, a vague silhouette flickering in the back of her mind.

"Fine! You win; you really nailed it again." Lu Feiyang was long past being surprised by Wang Zhe’s uncanny ability to predict the future; after all, he had already been ruthlessly exposed by this guy countless times.

"What did I do? It’s quite simple: I learned everything I wanted to know right from your own mouth," Liang Dong said with an eerie smile. They had been looking for him, and as it turned out, they had found the right person by pure coincidence—though they would never have the chance to complete their mission.

The two ancient spirits, the Sea Lion and the Black Tortoise, had also begun to recuperate and expand their strength, and Wei Yan followed suit.

"What’s wrong?" Beidou watched Zhong Tianyou’s series of movements without interrupting. It was only when he stopped and Beidou saw that terrifying arm that she finally asked.

"And what if that doesn’t work?" Fan Mengxin arched her brows and asked in a low, lingering voice, clearly determined to get a straight answer.

The Hundred Flowers Festival was set to begin the following day, yet even as they all gathered and waited, the Master of Hundred Flowers Valley was nowhere to be seen.

"Creak." The door opened, and an elderly man appeared before Liang Dong and the others. Liang Dong could see clearly that there was no smile on the old man's face, only a sorrow that could not be wiped away.

Still, Tantai Mingyue walked over. This was her mother; even though she was dead and only a head remained, she had to take one last look. Despite the fact that Tantai Wulian had never raised her, she felt an inexplicable sense of kinship—unlike Ji Yan, who was her blood relative in name only, yet had always sought to kill her.

"It must be true. As for why you couldn't hear it, the reason is simple: it’s because of the Flying Dragon Sword. Underwater, the sword can isolate everything within a one-mile radius, including sound, water, and more. That is the only reason you were able to speak under the water just now," Feilong explained.

With the appearance of the True Void Realm’s Ancestor Meishan, Shi Lang realized instantly that killing Chang Yi was no longer possible. A sense of crisis surged in his heart, sparking a desire to retreat, yet he felt a lingering bitterness; if he allowed Chang Yi to successfully break through, killing him later would be a task of immense difficulty.

"Sister Yu’er speaks of causes and conditions. I, myself, am forged from these conditions and born from these causes. My true self remains unmoved—like the wind leaving no trace, or a bird passing without a mark. How could I let such things weigh upon my heart?" Yu Yan naturally responded with Zen-like wisdom.

"The Dragon Clan has arrived. Shouldn't you be happy? Why are you panicking?" Ling'er asked, puzzled.

Without any wasted motion, Mo'er parried Chen Junyi’s strike. The aircraft tumbled high in the sky; though the two had been seated, they now remained in a seated posture, their legs bent, their bodies pressed side by side, having been thrown from their chairs.

For the moment, he could not fathom why the masked man had ignored the serious business at hand and insisted on playing a game of chess with him.

Feeling a surge of vitality within his body, Han Bing was filled with excitement. Gripping the Profound Ice Leaving Fire Staff, he rushed into Sun Youwei’s room.

Chen Junyi scratched his head in frustration, grabbed his hat, and pulled out a pile of miscellaneous items from inside, tossing them aside.

He was fat, yet bloodthirsty. Every time Zhou Dasheng tasked him with orchestrating a mysterious disappearance or a bizarre death, he would be overcome with excitement.