Chapter 380: The Chessboard Vanished from My Mind

"Xuan Can Di Huang?"

Lin Mo pondered, why does this name resemble so closely the 【Xuan Huang】 he obtained from the Zi Yun Cultivator?

"It's just Xuan Huang!"

Long A laughed heartily, then casually gestured the size:

"About a fist's width, yeah, a piece roughly a fist's width!"

Damn it!!!

Lin Mo cursed inwardly—he had schemed tirelessly, burned mountains to secure only two fingers' width of Xuan Huang from the Zi Yun Cultivator,

The bestiary at this moment activated its unique Pokémon identification function, which Ash found immensely helpful.

"But you won't protect me like you protected Metardus, right?" Tegrenis probed half-jokingly.

To Lin Yi, this was utterly impossible. His entire life had been shaped by life and death, making him distrust even a child. Yet now, he felt no urge to guard against him—could he truly believe this was just a child?

After obtaining the imperial sword from headquarters, Ma Hongmei threw herself wholeheartedly into managing the manor.

Li Yuanhao had now successfully formed a Nascent Soul, while Wang Ling reached the peak of Golden Core; Ming Daozi had personally visited Wuji Sect, delivering top-grade spirit stones to aid Wang Ling's Nascent Soul formation—within a year, Wang Ling would also form a Nascent Soul.

As night fell, a red star appeared where heaven met earth; then the starry sky emerged.

Seeing his enemy, who had ruined his plans twice, standing before him, Zuo Lengchan's heart blazed with fury and killing intent—he longed to crush Lu Wuchen instantly. But today was the Five Peaks Assembly; past grudges must be set aside—at least outwardly.

Judging by appearances, this young man, far more learned than he seemed, knew a method—costly though it was—that could prove his innocence and plunge Count Thompson and others into a vortex of false accusation.

With a flick of his wrist, Ximen Chuixue's long sword trembled, scattering like ten thousand starry specks, enveloping Ye Gucheng's figure completely.

Long Hua shook his head. A cultivator like Lin Yi could not yet know too much—too much knowledge would hinder his growth. But since it concerned his sword enlightenment, revealing a little was harmless. To a Kongsing cultivator, such matters were mere legends—he Lin Yi could not possibly be involved.

Qiqi never stopped firing arrows—frost arrows and slow arrows, all archer skills, her mana depleted, she swallowed mana potions; each potion restored 60 mana within five seconds, so every mana-consuming class carried several.

"Fine, it all goes to Lingchen anyway." Dong Lang nodded, opened the box, exposing its contents to the air.

Landuoduo snatched her hand away from Luo Yun and sneered, "I get it!" Then she turned and ran back inside.

In truth, Xia Xue's soft, sweet voice calling him "Yan Wang" might have stirred a faint memory. But to appear uniquely intimate before others, she affectionately called him "Chen Gege."

That night, Ling Tian told me about his life—he didn't know who his master was. Indeed, whenever you were with him, you kept your face covered. He never recognized you. That night, he told me a discovery: he said being with you gave him a peculiar feeling.

Before Wu Yu could react, Lin Feng suddenly shoved him, forcibly thrusting half his body out the window.

Entering the café, in a corner sat a dark, burly man in a suit, giving him a signal.

"Useless, giving up so easily," Xiang Yue muttered under her breath, leaving Su Zhe deeply frustrated.

Regardless of whether the old man's words made sense, his gloomy, troubled expression made Su Zhe unable to utter a refusal.