Chapter 3: The Little Lamb

"Privilege?"

"Yes." Wei Ling lowered her voice. "For passengers, it is a privilege beyond their wildest dreams—something even ordinary people, who aren't passengers, would likely covet."

"Resurrection from the dead!"

Resurrection?

A flash of astonishment crossed Lu Jinchao's eyes. She had never expected the "privilege" to be something like this.

"To possess a special-grade ticket is, in effect, to possess a second life."

Lu Jinchao asked curiously, "Is it only..."

"Ouyang! You are a hero, a master of the flying dagger, not some bloodthirsty demon! What difference is there between you and a common murderer if you kill like this?" Xia Xue said indignantly.

"Oh, is that so?" Hua Zhanshan seemed unimpressed, then lifted his wine cup and drained it.

Mo Lin, however, could not bear to see others look at Lan Ling'er with such disdain. In his heart, he truly regarded her as an elder sister; otherwise, why would he endure such thankless toil to accompany her on her journey through the martial arts world?

The Capricorn roared, "In front of us, you think you can simply self-destruct? You overestimate yourself." As he spoke, a powerful force of law instantly restrained Tantai Qingming, pinning his body and stifling the circulation of his internal energy.

"Besides the housekeeper, there is no one else at home. Grandfather has not returned yet," Lucy replied truthfully.

Le Tian did not answer, merely nodding. Chu Mengyang gripped Le Tian's hand tighter, increased their pace, and darted forward.

Lan Yanfeng, you win. If your goal was to completely shatter my last remaining sliver of self-esteem and dignity, congratulations—you have won.

The White Fox had been on the verge of realizing her dream of unifying the martial arts world. The final harvest was at hand, and most of the martial artists were already caught in her web. It was only the arrival of one person that gave the martial arts community a glimmer of hope for survival. The White Fox fled in haste, all because of the arrival of her master, Wan Xiaoxue.

Ye Feng smiled. He had never intended to gain any benefit from this exchange; it was just that this fellow had ruined his plans the moment he appeared. Taking the Nine-Turn Reincarnation was one thing, but the real problem was that the auction house had been thrown into chaos. Where was he supposed to find the auxiliary materials for the Heavenly Origin Pill now?

"Is that for real? If I swear a brotherhood with you, I can leave? You won't follow me anymore? If that's the case, forget being a sworn brother—I'll even call you my godfather!" Yu Guanghui offered a prayer of thanks; he was being driven to the brink of insanity by the old eccentric's pestering.

The chambermaid would never dare to sit at the same table as her master for breakfast. If not for Zhen Qian pulling them along, even Qing Yan and Kui Ji would not have been allowed to dine with him.

"Ding-dong! Panamera automatic seatbelt mode activated," a prompt sounded from the speakers. A seatbelt slowly extended from the seat, automatically fastening itself for both of them.

Zhang Chen had been flying for half a day when, at last, the endless expanse of yellow was replaced by sparse vegetation.

Watching the prosperity and strength of the Tang Dynasty, the Wa nation could no longer suppress its inner impulses. Eager to surpass the Tang overnight, they had become desperate and reckless.

"Remember, report to my dormitory at seven o'clock sharp tomorrow morning. If you are even one minute late, you’d better be prepared for the consequences!" Xuanyuan Muqing walked out without even looking back.

Relying on the skilled hunting techniques and desperate, blood-soaked tenacity of the War Dancers, Lothaire managed to avoid collapse during the winter. Instead, they launched continuous counterattacks, repeatedly attempting to raid the supply lines of the Azure Elves even after multiple failures.

Chen Qiaoshan had not intervened from start to finish. This house was merely a stopgap; the location was good, but it was not suitable for a long-term residence.

This technique of condensing blade energy was something he had only recently mastered. It placed an immense burden on both physical stamina and mental focus; even Cao Ren could not unleash it many times.

In the heart of Chang'an City, the center was vast and wide, isolating all the buildings on the periphery as if it were a space unto itself.