Volume 1, Chapter 32: The West Point Cadet

"Level three. I have spent over twenty years contemplating this third-level sacred inscription!" After the old man finished his explanation, he struck out with his right palm. A palm print manifested directly onto the massive gates of the Sacred Inscription Hall. In an instant, the ten-thousand-pound gates shimmered with silver light, and intricate, clear markings etched themselves into Nie Tian’s vision.

In a fleeting moment, he seemed to age by over a decade. One could vaguely see the white hairs at Sengoku’s temples, and he suddenly felt that taking on the hot potato of Fleet Admiral was the greatest error in judgment of his life.

Because if we maintain our formation, we surround ourselves in a circle, keeping our backs secure. Once separated, no one can defend against a fatal attack from behind.

Li Xiaonan and Leng Xueyan exchanged glances, their expressions grim. Leng Xueyan scoffed, "To put it bluntly, Ziyao’s situation is less important than your own. If you want to wait two days, then wait; I am leaving now!" With that, she stood up and stormed out of the dining hall in a huff.

"Why is your face so red? The Yang Liu’er I know is usually thick-skinned." Qiu Qianjian found her blushing appearance truly adorable, like a bright red apple, making him want to take a bite.

Nie Tian slowly raised his gaze, looking at the other person with indifference. It was Xiao Tianhe, whom he had defeated previously; clearly, he was still coveting Nie Tian’s immortal weapon and skeleton.

Huang Jun said, "Actually, it’s not much of a secret. I didn’t tell you for your own good." When Huang Jun said this, his expression was far from solemn; instead, there was a hint of mockery, which made Mr. Wu even more frustrated.

Yang Hui had already begun the work. First came building houses—tourism certainly required construction—and most of the sites were chosen on the hillsides, using timber sourced directly from the local forests.

Although Guo Ting had considered this, he could not be certain. If he were sure, he would not have let Guo Weimin return to oversee the situation.

"Because I knew that if I told you, you wouldn't let me go, and certainly wouldn't let me kill him," Liu Yu said indignantly.

Just as Master Qingxu was about to say something more, the red sphere surged toward him with even greater ferocity.

Actually, according to his own thinking, this matter was not something he had instigated. It was entirely Cheng Jun who took a feather for an arrow and acted on his own; how could that be blamed on him?

During the latter stages of the Demon-Purging War, the Ten Great Demon Emperors were deployed one after another. Among them, the Tenth Demon Emperor descended upon the territory of the Lingxiao Sect.

Yu Yanglin looked toward the Fifth Peak displayed on the nine large screens. However, outside the ten-thousand-meter radius of the Black and White Heavenly Origin Array of the Fifth Peak, hundreds of palaces were already packed with crowds. Trying to sense Yu Ziche, the Meishan Ancestor, and the others through the screens was extremely difficult.

The four peerless experts at the Hua Dan realm observing Yu Yanglin all felt an inexplicable chill. Conversely, those at the Yuan Qi realm felt nothing at all.

"Tell me, where are those young women?!" Ke Han impatiently patted Ding Yongquan on the mouth. No longer using verbal threats, he couldn't be bothered to waste more breath and pressed for an answer directly.

The night had deepened. Han Bing and Zi Menghan embraced tightly, sensing each other's breath. For each other's sake, they had to give their all tomorrow; they could not yield to the Holy Tiger Blood Leopard Domain. What Han Bing and Zi Menghan desired most was for time to stand still, but that was merely an unrealistic wish.

Leng Guyuan’s eyes were filled with radiant light, and the surrounding space seemed to ripple. The six people behind him also exuded a terrifying aura.

Hundreds of white-horse, silver-armored knights escorted a carriage train, moving slowly westward along the Hexi Corridor. In the most luxurious carriage, Wei Bin had a blanket over his knees and was dozing off, leaning against the carriage wall.

A fleeting spark of fire grazed his brow, and an intense heat radiated from his forehead. For the first time, he sensed a threat to his life. Douglas’s footsteps faltered, and in that moment of hesitation, he lost sight of Valoran.

"Brother, shall we go to the canteen to eat?" a goblin named Thirteen asked the goblin beside him. Having just finished a hard day’s work and returned his iron hoe, he was eager to call his friends and head to dinner quickly.

Before his body even touched the ground, he used a bizarre movement technique: with a point of his right hand on the deck, he flipped sideways, and with a spring of his feet, he shot into the cabin.

Dai Zong had returned two days ago. Given his pace, even if Mayi was in the middle of the grasslands, it would not take long. When Dai Zong returned, Zhang Qiuming reported the situation regarding Li Yuanfang. Zhang Qiuming believed that Li Yuanfang possessed exceptional strength and acted with meticulous care, making him a rare talent, highly suitable for the Gongwei Division.

Ever since he had that long discussion about grand principles with Wang Ruidong, Yang Zhenbin had not offered any specific evaluations. He was likely tired, or perhaps, simply at a loss for words.

The other divine generals were already accustomed to the methods of Lord Wu'an, but the four of them—led by Bai Tianxing—who were encountering it for the first time, were somewhat panicked.

Fan Ruoyi was astonished to see that Long Xing actually had peony patterns glowing on his body, charging into the rolling airwaves while bearing an iron tree and a giant six-petaled flower.

After chatting for a day, they had finally cleared the hurdle safely. Even Palace Mistress Xiyue temporarily set aside the suspicions in her heart.

"Beast tide?" Mo Song did not know what a beast tide was. He only knew that in the Star Refining Realm, one could earn varying points by hunting spirit puppets of different levels, could hide in safe zones when encountering danger, and could use those points to obtain different levels of Starlight Body Refining.

There were three question marks on her face. She couldn't believe it, dialing the mobile phone she had given away, but there was no response.

In this era, men grew beards once they reached a certain age; otherwise, they would be mocked. Once they grew them, they cherished their beards dearly and would not let others touch them lightly. Zhao Xian began growing his beard at twenty-four, and now it was starting to take shape.