Novels by Camellia

The sudden change startled Albert slightly, but he did not panic. He had never let his guard down and had stayed ready for anything.The Golden Jade Blade materialized in his hand, and the dragon-shaped mark between his brows burst into radiance.Nine-Scale Heavenly Dragon Battle Body!Albert’s physique seemed to swell a little. His strength, speed, and defense all surged at once.Power of Five Dragons!Albert swung his blade to meet the attack. The blade light was vast and mighty, as if dragon roars thundered within it. As the light sliced through, the air itself exploded, sending rolling waves of qi surging outward.Albert clashed with the five shadowy figures in a single strike. A piercing sonic boom erupted, and violent energy shockwaves raged across the courtyard.Fighting five opponents at once, even Albert, though prepared, felt his blood and qi roil inside. Thankfully, the Nine-Scale Heavenly Dragon Battle Body had greatly strengthened his physical body, so he sustained no inj

Albert said with a grin, I had a hunch. With such an impressive build, who else among the younger generation of the Sterling Supreme Clan could it be but you, Selene?From what he knew, the Sterling Supreme Clan regarded plumpness as beauty and took great pride in their physique.Sure enough, Selene brightened up instantly at the words and looked at Albert with a touch more favor.Albert asked, Brother Selene, how long have you been lying here?Selene replied, Ages. We came in with the last group, but most of them are dead by now. I didn’t want to give up, so I’ve been lying low waiting for a chance.Albert nodded, about to speak further, when he spotted another flaming feather shooting toward them from the corner of his eye. He ducked down and watched as the feather stabbed straight into Selene’s buttock, blowing a bloody hole open.Selene’s bulky body trembled. He stared silently at Albert, about to speak, but Albert cut him off first.Brother Selene, your mighty frame is like a mou

To run out of soul power in such a situation would mean certain doom. Even Verity, who was currently his tentative ally, would probably not hesitate to finish him off.Thinking of Verity, Albert quickly glanced in her direction, only to find that she was not using any movement skill to dodge the flaming feathers. Instead, she stood perfectly still, even suppressing all the soul power around her, looking like an exquisite, lifelike jade sculpture.Yet by entering this dormant state, she completely avoided the flaming feathers. Even when some passed close by, they did not attack her.At this sight, Albert immediately understood: Verity had known how to evade the attacks all along, but had not told him the full details.Cunning!Albert ground his teeth silently. This woman was indeed untrustworthy. But there was no time to dwell on it—the flaming feathers were closing in fast. He quickly suppressed his soul power, threw himself forward, rolled a few times on the ground, and lay completel

Along the way, they were blocked by several more waves of Netherworld Saint Clan disciples, and the resistance grew increasingly fierce. By the later stages, some of their group had begun to sustain injuries.The incinerating power wielded by the Netherworld Saint Clan disciples caused the group no end of trouble.When fighting such opponents, even if one held the upper hand, one fact remained unchanged: their soul power consumption was always far greater than normal.Unless one possessed absolute overwhelming strength, anyone facing a Netherworld Saint Clan disciple would find them an exceedingly tough nut to crack.Watching the others look utterly miserable, Albert’s gaze burned brighter and brighter. He stared deep into the mountains; his interest in the Netherworld Saint Clan was growing by the moment.No matter what, he had to enter the Golden Hall today and see it for himself.As the group pushed forward wave after wave, they finally entered the depths of the mountain range. Ami

Neither Albert nor Verity paid any mind to those stares. Though they appeared to be cooperating, they kept a distance of over ten paces between them. Both Albert and Verity stayed close to Euphemia and Tarber respectively.Clearly, neither fully trusted the other.Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the group strode directly into the mountain forest and vanished into the mist.Many rogue cultivators, drawn by the movement, followed at a distance, hoping for a chance to slip into the Golden Hall amid the chaos and search for treasure.Amid the crowd, an expressionless man walked slowly forward. His pitch-black, eerie pupils squirmed gently, and his gaze remained fixed on the direction Euphemia had left.A roar of anger came from nearby, from a vicious-looking rogue cultivator. Hey! You moving slow enough to die here? Get out of the way if you’re not going!The eerie man did not move or react at all.The rogue flew into a rage and threw a punch directly at him. Violent soul power surg

But they never succeeded. At that moment, several figures stepped out from the forest and unleashed devastating soul techniques. Massive energy shot into the sky, and as the torrents of soul power swept past, even intruders at the Early Heavenly Spirit Realm were instantly obliterated.Only a handful of lucky ones hastily retreated, their faces filled with terror.The light image froze here, fixing on those mysterious figures. Their expressions were utterly calm, as if they possessed no emotions at all.What caught Albert’s attention was that they wore identical standard robes, inscribed with patterns of all creation in heaven and earth.In such a special environment, the appearance of figures in unified sect robes allowed Albert to guess their identities almost immediately.Could these people… be disciples of the Netherworld Saint Clan?As the image ended, everyone fell silent. Judging from their thoughtful expressions, they had likely reached the same conclusion as Albert.After all

Alan had been absolutely right. Her master’s fate had been sealed by his own actions.In that moment, her admiration and reverence for Alan exploded like a nuclear bomb, unleashing an immensely powerful impact deep within her heart.His figure filled her thoughts, impossible to shake off.All she could hear were his forceful reprimands, which struck her like a sudden, eye-opening revelation.Kobayashi Jiro waited outside Tomson Riviera for a long time before finally seeing the distraught Ito Keiko walking slowly toward him.He hurried out of the car and asked, Miss Keiko, did you meet Alan?Ito Keiko nodded, murmuring softly, her mind elsewhere, I did.Kobayashi Jiro pressed further, anxious, Then did he agree to treat Mr. Yamamoto?Ito Keiko shook her head, whispering to herself, I was wrong. I thought too much about this. I should never have abandoned the soul of a martial artist to beg Mr. Alan for help. My master is a worthy martial artist. A worthy martial artist must have the co

Your master and I made a fair bet. Whoever wins or loses must bear the consequences. Even your master himself accepted defeat and its outcome. Yet as his disciple, you cannot accept it and come begging to me. Let me ask you: if you had lost the bet yourself, would you also act shamelessly and refuse to admit defeat?Ito Keiko blushed deeply under his scolding, not knowing what to do for a moment.Alan went on. Second fault: As a martial artist, you have a strong body but an extremely weak heart. This proves you are inherently unworthy of being a martial artist! In my eyes, a martial artist is a wolf that dares to fight, dare to charge, and fears not death. But you—even though you have the body and fangs of a wolf—are nothing but a pitiful poodle at heart!Tears burst from Ito Keiko’s eyes at these words.But Alan continued.Third fault: A martial artist should be a warrior who faces death without fear. On the battlefield, one’s head may be cut off, blood may flow, but integrity must n

Kobayashi Jiro waved his hands hastily.He knew full well who Alan was. He was well aware of Alan’s unbeatable nature and unyielding character. If Ito Keiko went to see him, she would not only gain nothing but also very likely provoke Alan and end up getting hurt.Thus, he spoke at once: Miss Keiko, you don’t know Alan’s true nature. Going to see him like this, you will surely suffer!Ito Keiko said, I have no intention of fighting him. I also know my strength is nothing more than an ant in front of him. I only sincerely beg him to help me. No matter the cost, I must cure my master.Kobayashi Jiro tried to say more, but Ito Keiko cut him off, asking earnestly: Mr. Kobayashi, can you drive me to Tomson Yipin? If yes, let’s leave immediately; if not, I’ll take a taxi there right now.Kobayashi Jiro sighed helplessly and said, Very well. Since Miss Keiko insists, I’ll take you.On his way home, Alan received a call from Priscilla.Priscilla told him a woman had come begging for his help

Very well, Ito Keiko nodded and stepped inside first. She knocked and asked, Excuse me, is Dr. Priscilla in?The assistant was startled to see such a stunning, graceful woman and replied politely at once, Hello, Dr. Priscilla has finished seeing patients for the day. If you need anything, please come back tomorrow.Ito Keiko said hurriedly, Please pass this along to Dr. Priscilla: there is a patient begging for his help. If he is willing to treat him and can cure him, I will pay 10 million US dollars as his fee!Anna happened to be organizing the counter and spoke up immediately upon hearing this. I’m sorry, my grandfather does not heal people for money. If you think offering more cash will move him, you may as well leave.Ito Keiko apologized at once. I’m sorry! That’s not what I meant! I only wanted to show my sincerity as much as possible. My master’s meridians are completely severed; he is little more than a living corpse now. I heard that Dr. Priscilla once cured a patient with h

While Alan was treating Juliet, Ito Keiko had just watched her master Yamamoto Kazuki fall asleep. Exhausted, she said to Tanaka Koichi, Mr. Tanaka, please stay here and look after my master for me. I need to get some proper rest; otherwise, I might not even make it to the semi-finals, let alone defeat Kara.For Ito Keiko, even though her master Yamamoto Kazuki had urged her to take Alan as her teacher, she had no intention of doing so.She felt that, no matter what, her master had been injured and crippled by a single palm strike from Alan. Regardless of who was right or wrong, she could not abandon her master at this time to become Alan’s disciple.Moreover, deep down, she believed it was highly unlikely that Alan would accept her as his student anyway.Alan lacked neither money nor influence, and he did not particularly care for Japanese people. What could she possibly use to move him?Thus, she had made up her mind: to fight with all her might in the upcoming matches, then return

Alan hurriedly said, Don’t do that. Celebrities only stay popular when they’re single. Once they announce they have a girlfriend or boyfriend, or get married, their fans drop off in droves, and their career takes a huge hit.Juliet didn’t care at all. You think I actually care about some showbiz career? The Austin family isn’t as powerful as the Smith family, but if I wanted to, I could buy half the entertainment industry anytime. Why would I care about a career? I am my own career.Alan was rendered speechless.The young lady of the Austin family certainly had the means to say such a thing.China’s entertainment industry was huge overall, but it all depended on who it was compared to.For a giant family like the Austin family, worth tens of billions of dollars, they really could buy half the entertainment industry if they set their minds to it.So Alan sighed and said, Alright, alright, my lady. Go sit on the sofa and let me take your pulse.Juliet looked at him in surprise and asked