Chapter 556: The Way of Yi Yi

Without a teacher, Xiao Yu learned entirely on her own.

She studied the Eight-Nine Mystery Art for two full years before finally understanding its opening "Overview."

Two years passed, yet she had not practiced even the first level of the technique.

Was it that she disliked practicing, lacked the mood, or had no time?

It was that she simply could not practice!

If she couldn't even understand it, how could she practice?

If she couldn't understand it herself and no one would teach her, what could she do?

In desperation, Xiao Yu chose the most foolish, least efficient, yet most

You intend to threaten Wen Shiyu's life to force Wen Yiqing into admitting Lin Fangyin is a Hidden Clan member—essentially forcing him to admit he knew Han Bing's Hidden Clan identity but deliberately concealed it.

These words struck too sharply, clearly hitting Du Xiaoyu's sore point; his eyes flashed with icy light as he slowly, step by step, advanced toward Ling Qiyu.

Tony Stark glanced secretly at Maria Hill; though he was always idealistic and unrepentant, he knew the gravity of this matter.

Before his words ended, a lithe figure leapt out, landed, rolled over, and appeared behind Xiao En—one hand slipped under his armpit to pin his left arm, the other reached from the side, targeting the soft flesh beneath his jaw.

When Yi Ran turned to look around, Lin Kaiyue stood over three hundred paces away, drawing an arrow on his longbow, as if preparing to shoot again.

Attila was again ordered: unless the Tang army provoked him, he must not act rashly, much less start a war.

At this moment, all major factions were discussing this matter; Li Shaofan's strength might not surpass theirs in their blind speculation, but the timing of his appearance was baffling—was he hiding his threat, or did he conceal something unspeakable? Everything here was full of secrets.

She had asked Fang Yi today and learned that Zhan Junyu would not return home tonight, so she dared to go to the Star Chamber.

Boom—suddenly, the Divine Feather let out a cry of infinite tragedy, a cry born of his misfortune in being born too late, now finally venting this long-suppressed rage.

Jun Jinxiu smiled but said nothing, only gently patted Jun Jinyan's shoulder. The fact that he asked such a question meant this banquet meant nothing to Jinyan.

Heavy Sword chuckled bitterly; when he saw Wang Yue emerge this time carrying the Three-Phase Power, he suddenly felt he no longer understood this game.

No further elaboration was given. He Lan Yao searched the bodies of the assassins and found similar identity tokens—only these were red, with a "Yang" character on the front and numbers one through five beneath, while the back bore a starflower.

Cheng Yuanan could not hide his inner joy, feigned alarm, trembled as he accepted it, then kowtowed in gratitude.

He usually wore shirts, but today he wore a light gray linen short-sleeve matching her dress, looking like a recent college graduate.

In the imperial bedchamber, the joy of the Empress Dowager's awakening was instantly frozen by the sudden accusation.

"Now, may I ask if I may meet your boss?" Mao Leyan's sleeves fluttered, strands of hair dancing before her brow, her dark eyes innocent as she smiled at the green-clad man.

A crowd of Shanghai locals working in esports had gathered at Hanmen's lodging, interviewing them.

"Your brother? How come I never knew you had a brother? Is he very talented?" Han Lianyi asked.

"Just now, was it Long Haoran's men watching us?" He Lan Yao frowned; it seemed Wan Yue had already learned they were safe.

Later, when Zheng Dian analyzed it for her, she realized how childish she had been in command.

"Yes, my Lord." As Xiao Yi asked this, the scene before him abruptly shifted.

Stalemate ensued; the mid-stage Supreme could not overcome Duanmu Xiaotian, so the Heaven Demon Sect sent a late-stage Supreme. Former Si Tu Clan patriarch Si Tu Qiong and current Si Kong Clan second direct heir Si Kong Wang arrived first—one an Eight-Proof Supreme, the other a newly elevated Seven-Proof Supreme.

If your universe expands day by day, its volume grows ever larger, yet this also means it becomes increasingly diffuse.

Feng Lei Zheng rose, circled the Feng Lei Tian Tree several times, his gaze fixed on Duanmu Xiaotian. After circling, his five tails lashed, drawing five streams of thunder essence from the Thunder Abyss, all converging into Duanmu Xiaotian.

Ling Kuangxu was a massive threat; with his current madness, wielding such vast fengshui terrain power, even a Quasi-Immortal would struggle to resist and might be killed by him in retaliation.

Duanmu Xiaotian remained at the outskirts of Tianlu Island, changing his face daily for several days, quietly spreading fragmented rumors. He circled the entire perimeter of Tianlu Island, ensuring the rumors spread thoroughly.

After killing them, the man did not hurry to leave; he approached the 11K members, rummaged through their belongings, and soon found a dog-head pendant around the leader's neck.

Old fox! I almost believed he truly didn't want his own script, only wanted him as director—now his fox tail has finally shown.

"I should've just swum over! All this effort, three units of magic crystal wasted, just to cross this place?" Mu Yi glanced back at the pond behind him, deciding he would never tell anyone about this.

Ye Xing stood at a distance, avoiding the frenzied toad, lest it strike back in its final moments and injure him.

Watching Wang Zhenzhen walk out calmly, Lin Yu raised his arm but said nothing for a long while. This girl was truly, truly outrageous—but clearly, it was a sign of her deep love for him, so he chuckled bitterly and turned away.

Jiang the Boss was even more remarkable; perhaps by ancestral tradition, he could brew any liquor—grain, fruit, soybeans, sorghum, even herbs—so he not only ran a processing workshop but also wholesaled and retailed across the entire nation, employing many people.

"He comes? If he dares show his face, I'll make him regret being born." Pei Xiangjun's voice was arrogant beyond measure.

The staircase connecting the ground to the airship was short; players climbing upward were easily visible, yet even after the last player boarded, Mu Yi saw no sign of Long Xiang Three Hundred Jin, let alone any monkey that might have come with him.

The secretary was lost in thought, recalling the guild's past glories and hardships.

"It seems we're leaving first thing tomorrow." Mentioning this, Hong Qi's expression darkened further.