Volume 1, Chapter 43: Jiang Yan'er: The Ultimate Truth

Time ticked away, second by second.
It was merely a brief span of two and a half hours.
Yet for Jiang Yan'er, it felt like a lifetime apart.
She sat quietly alone on the floor, her arms tightly hugging her knees, curling herself into a tiny ball.
Her mind kept replaying the scene that had just unfolded.
Her very best friend had actually betrayed her, conspiring to share a single man.
And that man had even forced her to plunge a dagger into her own lower abdomen.
Grief, agony, fury, and the lingering terror of having narrowly escaped death.
She lived on a high floor; outside, New York City was a blaze of brilliant lights, the colorful urban glow sketching a gorgeous, dazzling panorama.

Forcibly swallowing the blood that rushed up to her throat, Hua Chu's gaze grew even more resolute. With the Sun Wheel of the Sun and Moon Wheels protecting her chest, the Moon Wheel spun outward, launching another attack against Xiao Du.
I nodded, went straight to the room, grabbed my things immediately, and walked out. The entire process took less than five seconds.
Ye Chuijin couldn't help herself; standing on tiptoe, she placed her own fluffy paw onto the dinosaur's head.
He suddenly remembered that when Xia Mingyue had first been poisoned, she exhibited almost identical symptoms—frequently irritable and throwing things around at random.
"No way! I cherish my disciple dearly! I can't just let you lot meet her at will, what if someone abducts her!" Liyuan chimed in from the side.
As long as one was careful not to let loyalty drop to the fifty-point threshold of "estrangement and disaffection," there would generally be no major risks. Usually, by the time it reached that level, a little attention in daily interactions would reveal it, and loyalty could still be restored through cultivation.
That's right, although he had indeed fancied her at first, cracks had long since formed between the two of them as time passed by.
Fortunately, however, it was finally over. The three corpse-demons briefly divided up their tasks—which basically boiled down to a straightforward brawl, albeit leveraging the inherent advantages of our people to gain the maximum upper hand in specific terrains. But dealing with a master like He Yannian required a head-on, genuine clash of raw strength.
When that great sword came sweeping toward Sun Yinying with the momentum to split the wind, Sun Yinying struck first by moving last. With an upward swing of the long sword in her hand, she instantly cleaved the elephant demon's great sword into two halves. While the elephant demon was stunned, Sun Yinying took a swift step forward, her long sword smoothly piercing straight into the creature's body.
Xia Guoruer had arrived. Today, she wore a pink and white lace-trimmed long dress. Although it failed to accentuate her alluring figure, it possessed a unique charm that drew the attention of many male students.

Richard marched while mobilizing troops, reorganizing them along the way. By the time the contingent reached the Scar of God's Weep, he already had a functional and combat-ready force under his command.
That is to say, within the advanced class, the overwhelming majority believed that the victor of this duel would undoubtedly be Liu Muer, and certainly not Hua Lianlian. Lu Tianyu understood that this perception stemmed from the fact that very few people comprehended Hua Lianlian's true strength. After all, those who had witnessed her executing the Hua family's secret sword techniques were exceedingly rare.
Whether it was the "Martial Dao" or the "Soul Dao," the demand for resources was quite immense. This was merely the beginning; she could not afford to be wasteful.
"There's nothing to 'what if' about it. Think it over slowly, there will always be a way." The old man knew he must not rush—absolutely not rush. Once impatience set in and a single wrong step was taken, there would be the grave danger of total defeat.
With so many top-tier cultivators currently being slaughtered or hunted down by Gu Fan, it was equivalent to clearing away countless obstacles for the Demonic Cult.
"Got it! Leave it to me, just watch!" With that, Xu Yang didn't even bother drawing a guideline; he cleaved straight through the middle with a single horizontal slash.
There was no help for it; in the myriad realms, special professions were linked to one's martial cultivation. The martial prowess he initially displayed was merely to conform to his identity as a Grandmaster, which made it appear far too low at present.
Seeing an opponent enter the arena, Tiramisu chuckled a few times and retreated a significant distance, making space for the burly man.