Chapter 1145: Oblivion

Jin Caiwei never imagined that after wandering in such a grand circle, she would find it was all a chaotic mess stirred up by her own clansmen.

She had lost face entirely.

"Behave yourself! If I hear that legend about the photo-retention orb containing a ghost that brings misfortune in the black market again, you just wait and see!" Jin Caiwei glared fiercely at Master Shi.

Their Qiongqi clan had never possessed a good reputation, having already degenerated into one of the four perils, renowned for their sheer wickedness, and now, just as their photo-retention orb business was getting off the ground and spreading everywhere across the cultivation world—

Though his medical skills were sublime, the elder's body was frail, plagued by numerous underlying ailments; the earlier the treatment began, the better it would naturally be.

Moreover, in this process, he could be considered to have participated, and a portion of it was his own contribution.

In short, no matter what, Osamu Sakamoto served as the executioner for Tokiomi's personal ninja, severing his head with a single stroke of the blade.

The sudden, piercing sunlight blinded the few of them temporarily; only after adapting slightly did they slowly open their eyes, discovering the old man with his back to the window, the sunlight passing through his figure while he himself remained a dark, shadowy silhouette, looking profoundly mysterious.

The spiritual essence behind Bai Shihua sensed the flying assault of the iron rod and immediately shot forward to block it, the two colliding with a sharp chime as the iron rod was knocked back, and Bai Shihua's body shuddered in unison.

After giving his instructions, he turned and departed, walking toward his resting place in the corner by the doorway.

A piece of bad news: I actually do not have a very definitive outline, only a few fixed nodes and the construction of the overall grand world view.

Suddenly, agonizing shrieks echoed all around as Song Lin, wielding dual blades, severed the Achilles tendons of the peripheral soldiers one by one; by the time someone thought to draw their blade and strike back, they found only an empty scabbard at their waist.

"It seems my son Yoshiro, my sole heir, died at the hands of demons who harbor prejudices against us," an old man sitting opposite Uncle Mouri said, his name being Naonobu Takeda, the patriarch of the Takeda family.

At this moment, he could not even manage to step into the grand longevity of the celestial realm, let alone reach the profound realm of Confucius.

"Uh..." Congyi scratched his head, fished out his student ID from his storage ring, and handed it to the elderly security guard, only then managing to step through the school gates.

The faction of demons and the Taihao Hall faction of the Tianluo Domain also erupted into a great war, generating a spectacular clash; this was absolutely the most colossal battle in the history of the Tianluo Domain, for even when the Source of Evil plagued the world ten thousand years ago, there had never been a campaign of such immense scale.

"Big brother! I, I, I have a taste for this! I like men, heheh..." a red-haired lackey whose teeth were encased in plaque rubbed his hands together, his face filled with sycophancy.

Qiao Anming happened to walk in from outside, holding a bowl of something in his hands, with hot steam swirling upward.

Hua Yiyang was also deeply conflicted, yet, his thoughts had unconsciously shifted between the time before he saw Yun Shan dance and the time after.

"I would release you? What a joke! Could I possibly release you just to let you come back and seek revenge on me?" Congyi sneered.

Therefore, it was best to rank among the top in this examination so as not to bring shame upon their academy.

Nangong Xue's body shuddered as she thought of how many years they had shared the same boat through thick and thin, facing countless storms, yet Li Yijie had never spoken a single word of thanks to her, or perhaps he believed that given their relationship, mentioning it too much would only make it seem cheap.

"What, you heard it?" Gu Ling'er looked at Long Linfei in utter astonishment, only to see a faint smile rise at the corners of his mouth, and before she could recover her senses, a voice that made her burst out laughing suddenly drifted over.

Once she finished dawdling, Shi Yuan forced herself to look calm as she turned around, gazing at the broad shoulders and flat abdominal muscles shrouded in the water mist, her mind entirely filled with chaotic, tangled thoughts.

Murong Xue paid no heed to Nie Jingjing, because these messy bits of gossip had caused her own mood to plunge to rock bottom as well.

Years ago, when the Smidgeless Scholar came to visit, the two had discussed matters thoroughly through the night and formed an alliance; the Smidgeless Scholar would use his identity as an assassin to slay the gang leader and support Gu Fenglai in securing the leadership, while Gu Fenglai would arrange a position for the Smidgeless Scholar within the Beggar Clan to conceal his whereabouts.