Novels by Camellia

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

But this also proved indirectly that the rogues had not lied—the Golden Hall really did exist.So Albert and Euphemia quickly picked up their speed. Half a day later, a mountain range wrapped in thick mist appeared in their sight.The range was shrouded in mist all year round, making it impossible to see inside, giving it an air of mystery.By now, many figures had gathered at various spots outside the mountains. They studied the misty range but hesitated to rush in recklessly. Quite a few people had fled from inside earlier, speaking in terror that anyone who drew near the Golden Hall would be killed by its guardians.This left many explorers uneasy. Were these guardians real?When Albert and Euphemia landed, they scanned their surroundings and spotted a hill not far away where a crowd had gathered.At the center of the group stood a stunning figure. Her long hair flowed freely, and every smile and glance exuded captivating charm. Her beautiful eyes were like a pool of refreshing spr

This left Albert rather shocked. After all, a single vial of Eight-Star soul liquid cost millions. Even though he now received a stipend as acting head of the First Academy, it still stung whenever he used one. Yet right now, simply purifying this Soul Gold Dew could achieve the same effect?This Cave Heavenly Secret Realm is truly a top-tier secret realm. I wonder how the Netherworld Saint Clan managed to construct it? Albert marveled inwardly. Of course, he also understood that ordinary Soul Gold Dew was not this effective — the real key lay in the purification of the Netherworld Soul Flame.It seemed that this so-called Netherworld Divine Forging Art was far from ordinary, even within the Netherworld Saint Clan.Albert’s mind raced. Then he suddenly thought of something and quickly glanced at the jade bottle holding his Soul Gold Dew, only to freeze when he found it completely empty.Unwittingly, he had just purified all the Soul Gold Dew he had worked so hard to collect.All that

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

In truth, Alan had known almost nothing about feng shui before he obtained the True Yuan Bible.All the medical skills, alchemy, secret feng shui arts, and even those mysterious metaphysical methods he now possessed had all come from the True Yuan Bible.But this was the greatest secret of his life. He could not tell his wife Mia, and he might never reveal the existence of the True Yuan Bible to anyone else for his entire life.Apart from the True Yuan Bible, the second biggest secret in his life was his identity as the young master of the Smith family.However, this was a secret he could hardly keep from the whole world, after all, both the Smith family members and their servants knew who he was.Only his wife and the other people in Pless City were still unaware.The two returned home. Mia, still busy replying to her Moments, walked straight into the villa with her head down.Alan parked the car and was just about to get out when he received a WeChat voice message from Juliet.She s