It was a black sword, darker than Ning Chen’s Ink Sword; darker than night. It was as if it had sucked in the light itself with its pitch black darkness. The moment that sword left its sheath, the aura around Prince Yan changed. His Qi soared through the roof, surpassing the bounds of Houtian and finally breaking past the realm …

Ning Chen had heard about the forthrightness of the Man women. They said whatever they wanted, directly, without any falsification. When he first heard of them, he had admired this behaviour of theirs, but having had this happen to him, he was suddenly struck with a sense of discomfort. “Lady Ah Man.” “Ah Man is fine.” “Ah Man,” he called …

It wasn’t long before Xia Nianyi came back with a box carved out of sapphire. Opening it, there was nothing but a pill the size of a longan laying down in the middle of it. This world had a myriad of pills numbering in the tens of millions but the ones who were worthy of the word heaven were few …

*cough cough* As he clutched at the bleeding wound on his chest, Ning Chen doubled over from a bout of violent coughing. Without wasting anymore time, he focused his silvery Qi into his right hand and instantly froze the wound, paying no more attention to it. As for the other wounds on his body, they weren’t lethal so treating them …

Ning Chen’s heart was in a mess right now, more so than before; he didn’t know how to respond that question. If Mu Chengxue had really forgotten about him, what could he do about it? Tie her up and kidnap her? She was the sixth Xiantian in this world! If she wasn’t willing to go, who in this world could …

The blue and red swords returned to their scabbards with a loud shing that was made even louder by the deafening silence in the air. Prince Yan’s strength had left all of them at a loss for words. To think that two Peak of Ninth-grades would lose so completely, without any chance to retaliate at all. Ning Chen was equally …

Ning Chen’s pride was hidden within his bones, engraved into the deepest reaches. His normal shyness, affability and even shamelessness was nothing more than his way of coping with his damnable fate. If one were to truly force him into a corner, he would rather jump into a burning furnace than relent. He had already died once after all, what …

On the road back to the estate, Prince Yan turned around and looked at Ning Chen and the sulking Xian Nianyi behind him. His brows knitted together as he said, “Help him push the wheelchair.” Their faces immediately changed to one of unwillingness as they averted their eyes. However, neither was willing to stand up to the man’s oppressive command. …

Ning Chen was beside himself at the moment. Exactly who did he offend to deserve this…was making a wrong turn such a huge mistake? If it wasn’t for the fact that the other party was a lady, he might have given her a thrashing by now. With a swift turn of his wheelchair, he dodged the whip and continued to …

Right in front of him was a giant ravine that seemed to have been carved out of the land itself by the giant slash of a sword. Stretched right across his path, it prevented his thoroughfare eastward. Ning Chen got off his carriage and slowly wheeled himself towards the ravine. Yet as he did so, he felt an overwhelming will …