Chapter 120: Qiao Jia's Past, The System's Choice

In her dreams, Qiao Jia was born in the slums of a mid-tier planet during the interstellar era. She was the product of an illegal laboratory. After the lab was seized by interstellar law enforcement, she and the other experimental infants were sent to a civilian district, where they were raised by the interstellar government until the age of twelve. After turning twelve, she chose to become a monster hunter, making a living by tracking and containing anomalous creatures. It was a lucrative trade, but one fraught with danger.

This was the Prince Qing Estate. Even if Deng Yarong detested Zheng Wanli, she could not act against her today, given that Zheng had endured her own immense displeasure just to be here. As for Xu Ting, if Deng had wanted to do anything to her, she would have done it back at the Qi residence; there was no need to wait until now. Who, then, could it be?

"To leap beyond fate, one must break free from the shackles of calamity," Ye Tian said, shaking his head with a sigh. The fifth rank meant transcending fate—immortal and indestructible. One leaves a mark within the River of Fate, allowing them to return even after death.

The Blind Monk turned back to place a ward where he had died, using his Safeguard technique to flee rapidly. However, the Blade Dancer struck with perfect timing, dashing forward with her blades. She then unleashed a Flawless Duet to slow the Monk, followed by a basic attack that instantly finished him off.

Since emerging from the abyss over half a month ago, he had not entered this Blazing Abyss. For one, he was too busy, and for another, it was unnecessary.

Suddenly, the sound of something scattering on the ground echoed beneath his feet. It wasn't loud, but in the dark, secluded cave, it was enough to make one's scalp crawl.

Chu Xia had been on the phone constantly, first calling Chen Wei, then Han Xun, followed by Lu Guosheng, and finally, she contacted the police station.

Cecilia stood frozen in place, motionless, until a staff member walked over to guide her off the stage.

"You should understand what I mean. I hope you will join the Jiang family," Jiang Jiyue replied.

Miao Yunxi did not notice, assuming it was merely the lingering influence of the Qingxuan Sect. After Ye Tian shattered the illusion, only the ambient yin energy remained drifting in the air. Miao Yunxi watched for a while before drifting into a deep sleep.

However, Han Bing had slipped away from the banquet while Xiao Long was busy offering toasts, returning to her room. As soon as she closed the door, she impatiently cast a spell, passing through a node to enter the second floor of the Jade Pavilion.

Although the Wind-Riding Art was named for riding the wind, it did not truly control the wind; it controlled energy. He had always manipulated a single type of energy, and even with multiple types, he understood their governing rules. But the current situation was too complex, and he could not guarantee success.

"I have seen her before. Where was it?" Di Feng struggled to recall, but that memory seemed riddled with vast gaps, making it difficult to form a clear impression.

"This formation's defense is truly heaven-defying. It seems the Alliance of Noble Families is safe!" This finally extinguished the last shred of worry within Ming Yue, who turned and headed back to the main hall. Now, they only needed to wait for reinforcements to arrive before launching a counterattack.

Of all his offensive techniques, only Heaven-Severing was useless. The opponent's barrier had withstood the strongest attacks from all of them, and since Heaven-Severing was a physical attack, it was even less likely to affect the barrier. Rather than wasting time bringing it out, it was better to leave it be.

Upon hearing those words, Fang Hao felt a cold sweat break out. If he let the man continue, his true identity would likely be exposed immediately.

The burly bald man no longer possessed his earlier bravado. He snatched the Qiankun bag from his waist and handed it to Tang Lichuan, pleading for mercy in a weak voice.

Because the windowsill was quite high, he clearly could not see the situation outside from his chair. Reluctant to stare through the wall for long, he stacked two chairs together and climbed up to sit on them.