82 The Thirteenth Sorcerer

But just as he tried to retreat, he suddenly realized his feet could no longer move. He tried harder, but still couldn’t budge. The sensation was all too familiar. Unconsciously, he lowered his head to look.

Despite his shabby appearance—thin frame, worn and simple clothes—this old man held an extraordinary status within the Flowing Cloud Clan.

“This is the secret manual of the Cloud-Stepping Technique. I’ll give you two hours to memorize it. You may not copy it down, nor may you pass it on to others. Do you understand?” The sect master pointed at the massive stone.

As these words fell, a young Taoist rushed over, clutching a black bell in his hand, and swung it toward Su Yuan and the other three.

It was clear he hadn’t been running for long, and this camp was the true base of the tribe—at this moment, Chen Stone’s heart was in turmoil.

His own path had been severed; there was no hope left. So now Zhu Qiyun no longer sought to kill his opponent, but rather to shatter his adversary’s sea of consciousness, destroying the path of cultivation for his sworn enemy.

Ye Fei exclaimed in alarm, but before he could finish speaking, a crisp sound rang out beneath him. The massive block of ice shattered into pieces, and from the fragments, a beam of white light shot forth. At once, the white brilliance struck down hard upon Ye Fei’s arm.

Yan Han, Shui Tumi, and the others were all the same—their heads throbbed with excruciating pain, and their entire bodies became numb, losing all sensation. There was no longer any thought of curses; their minds went blank, leaving only pain behind.

She had only intended to leave this place peacefully, but now an indescribable fury burned within her. She wanted these people dead.

This was a formation they had prepared in advance. After all, this was an important spiritual vein within the Myriad Demon Ravine, and many cultivators would inevitably pass through. By setting up the formation ahead of time, they could carry out their plans here without fail, killing and plundering at will.

Countless pieces of information flooded into Zhang Cuishan’s mind. He and the evil spirit simultaneously sifted through and absorbed the information. In no time at all, they had searched through everything belonging to the Green-Haired One.

Qi Jin, seeing that Sun Zhihao fell silent after cursing, knew he was weighing some scheme. He didn’t press the issue, lest he disturb the eldest Sun scion’s train of thought.

“I know. I won’t give it to you now. When you’re grown, if one day I’m no longer here, go to your grandfather or your uncle for help, do you understand? They’ll take care of you.” Xiang Jiangnian crossed his legs and patted the boy’s head as he spoke.

Up ahead, another subway car stood idle. Zhang Si signaled everyone to wait a moment. Holding a short knife and a flashlight, he crept forward. After a while, Wang Rui saw a few flashes of light and understood that Zhang Si was signaling the area was safe.

Wang Yuan watched as one teammate dashed ahead, spraying white paint across a vast open space, turning it all white at once. Eight teammates leapt and darted near the painted patch, appearing exceptionally agile.

“Heh… Kill me if you wish, but don’t think you’ll ever know,” Wei Hai said, weary, clutching his wound. His eyes were sharp and cold. It was he who had taken away Chenxi years ago and married her, and how could he ever accept that? How could he ever submit? Why him? He’d thought he could seize the opportunity to marry Chenxi, but Ling Feng had destroyed everything.

The Grand Elder showed no concern. Wang Yue might be quick-tempered and fiery, but he knew his limits. As for Huang Xiaotian, some suffering was inevitable.

Yet just as he was about to send out his infant fire to temper the herb, a sudden change occurred—a portal of light appeared before his eyes, bright as day, its glare almost stabbing into his vision.

Chen Bin and his group had begun exploring east of the Chuanyang River on New Year’s Day. After more than two days, they finally managed to bring the sandboat here.

So for this trip, aside from the visit to Disneyland, there likely wouldn’t be much else.

As the Third Prince was about to leave, he cast a glance at Ye Zhiqing, and she wondered secretly what meaning lay behind his eyes.

“Then I’ll have you come to my place for flight theory lessons—overnight, without pause!” Gu Jingchen said sternly.

Later, that Japanese soldier lay on the bed, mouth agape but unable to make a sound, struggling fiercely. His four companions pressed him down with all their might, not daring to relax for an instant, pinning him mercilessly.

Of course, his design for this segment truly had no other purpose. He’d played all the tricks he could on Ji Yu, and after all, they had once been peers in the 'Ren' generation. It was best to leave some room for future encounters.

After dinner, Chief Shi Huafeng discussed official matters with Finance Minister Hu Lingnan, while Su Xiyue’s three older brothers chatted with Shi Cen. Su Xiyue helped her mother clear the table and wash the dishes.

“Lord Su, the disciples of your Great King Mountain are truly exceptional. They’ve broadened our horizons,” someone exclaimed in admiration.

Zhou Hong sneered, and she immediately straightened up, forcing a smile as she sidled up to him: “Oh, what nonsense I was saying! If I left, who would bring the young general an extra coat when he’s cold, or tea when he’s thirsty? It’s all my fault for not thinking things through!” With her most precious things in their hands, she was in no position to bargain.