It was getting dark exactly midnight arrived. At that time based on the Shi Chen period traditional, it was Hai period which represented ending, the end of the period when wild boars, emerge from their dens nightly, in modern times and calendars current, this equates to nine in evening, to eleven at night precisely.The sky looked so gloomy oppressive. Dark clouds covered the moon completely, the starlight was unable to penetrate blanket, on the horizon thick obscuring, while the street lights in Peripheriya City, had gone out leaving darkness absolute.The figure ran swiftly like wind. Seemingly without even touching the ground, a faint layer of qi energy formed, wings on her back manifesting, she nimbly spread her wings gliding, stepped on the roofs of houses gracefully, in Peripheriya City without making sound, this demonstrated a high level proficiency, of lightness skill coupled perfectly, with an above average cultivation base.Although the figure could be said possessed. Consid

Gui Gan was indeed a monk superficially. But he wasn't a pious one devout, furthermore the Hongmen Sect leadership, of which Gui Gan was the Sect Leader, was a dark sect that also practiced, heretical teachings forbidden widely, corruption ran deep through organization.He saw the girl thrashing about desperately. As if she were about to run out, of breath completely suffocating, struggle was weakening with each moment.Hahaha! Gui Gan laughed happily revealing. His worldly side even more openly, his other friends didn't look away observing, instead they encouraged Gui Gan eagerly, to strip the lady naked humiliating."Strip her! We'll take turns enjoying!" Depravity was collective.The only one who looked away. Was Priest Qin Qi with disgust, morality remained despite conspiracy shared.Gui Gan had no pity at all. Mercy was absent, cruelty was absolute in action.Instead of feeling sorry for girl. The struggling victim helpless, the perverted monk squeezed her breasts, violating with

The long night above the eternal ice field was thinning, yet the cold did not soften with it. Pale mist crawled between broken ridges of frost, wrapping the ground like damp silk, while a few late stars hung over the white plain with a distant glow.Mahya stood several steps away from the person who had saved her, her breath unsteady and her fingers still numb from the escape. She tried to steady her inner sight and pierce the dark veil around him, but the moment her spiritual sense approached, it sank into silence as if it had fallen into a bottomless well.Her Spirit of Moon cultivation had allowed her to read hidden traces in the magician world, including breath patterns, spiritual residue, and the shape of an enemy's spell. Before this shadowed figure, all of that knowledge became useless, and even the outline of his face remained blurred within the mist.Mahya's heart tightened with both fear and reverence. A person who could hide his aura so completely from her could not be an o

The road toward Kunlun Peak rose between cliffs of black stone and old snow. As the carriage climbed higher, the air grew colder, yet the qi within it flowed thicker through the mountain wind. Lu Mu held the reins with both hands and breathed carefully. He could not cultivate, yet he could feel that this mountain was unlike the roads outside Periphery City. Guo Jiang sat behind the curtain, calmly observing the distant city walls. Kunlun City stood near the upper slopes of Kunlun Peak in the Khar Amitan Mountains. Unlike ordinary cities, Kunlun City did not welcome every traveler with a simple tax and a wooden pass. The five sword sects and the Feilong Order controlled entry together, separating mortals, practitioners, and higher figures with arrays. Lu Mu had heard fragments of those rules from other travelers. He knew there were three Dragon Gates outside the city, yet their names sounded more like

Silence settled over the Silver Dragon Gate after Guo Jiang crossed it for the second time without suffering even the slightest harm. He stood inside the city wall with one hand extended toward Fenghuang, and though he did not raise his voice, everyone understood what he was demanding.Fenghuang's face had lost its color. Her lips trembled, her fingers tightened around the edge of her sleeve, and her eyes moved from Guo Jiang to the surrounding crowd as if searching for someone willing to speak on her behalf.No one stepped forward. The same people who had mocked Guo Jiang now avoided his gaze, while their attention gathered around Fenghuang with a different kind of excitement.A middle-aged cultivator near the Blue Dragon Gate was the first to break the silence. "The wager was made in front of all of us. You offered your head, and he reduced it to one arm."Another man rubbed his cold hands together and gave a bitter laugh. "You called him a shameless mortal, yet the Silver Dragon Ga