Chapter 29

The two family heads thought to themselves, "Nonsense; it would be a miracle if there were no resentment." If not for the fact that they couldn't defeat him, they would have strangled him right there and then.

Wu Ye wanted to seize this opportunity, and Chi Jiu did as well. He wanted to use this chance to demonstrate his power, letting the demons of Wushan know that regardless of whether Wu Ye could break through his realm, this territory would sooner or later belong to him.

The appearance of the Sword-Soldier Puppet was an accident—one that caught Zhang Nan off guard, and he truly had no effective way to deal with it.

However, in the backyard of the Taoist temple, there lingered an aura—vibrant yet desolate, seemingly originating from the ancient past, still carrying the turbulence and danger of the world's dawn.

Naturally, some people walked dozens of steps before stopping. Perhaps this was the best outcome for now.

The Heavenly Soldier who had just been conversing with He Cang was filled with horror; he could never have imagined that the comrade who was whispering complaints about the Jade Emperor to him just moments ago had turned into a demonic creature.

With that, Zhu Chenhuan, dressed in green, stepped onto the ring amidst the gaze of the masses, his heart heavy with complex emotions.

Liu Xiu discovered something resembling a water faucet on the street. He excitedly pushed past the fairy Tai Rong to get a closer look, and upon realizing it truly was a faucet, he began to shout in astonishment.

Zhang Xian felt a bit awkward; as he walked toward the main gate with the porridge he had bought, he kept scanning his surroundings.

In this Black City, where strength is the only law and the powerful are invincible, Xiao Sanniang and Zhu Chenhuan, with their level of skill, had already earned the right to live there, and their status had instantly risen to be on par with the very elite.

The Five-Fiend Army was fully deployed, each one a Ghost-level evil spirit, with the three great generals approaching the threshold of the Fierce-level. Hundreds of ferocious ghosts roamed the city of Yangzhou under the cover of night.

Meanwhile, in the conference room, Hu Wenting was dealing with those reporters and media personnel, even preparing to distribute payments.

Even if Lan Yu truly intended to incite a faction and launch a rebellion, the military generals would likely not dare—nor would they wish to. Perhaps only his adopted sons would follow him in such an uprising.

If it were anyone else, she might have had the audacity to pester them, but Cheng Jinnan was a soldier who had held a rifle, been to the battlefield, and had blood on his hands. Since he was unwilling, she wouldn't dare to rashly harass the Cheng family, even if she were given ten times the courage.

Possessing a sharp weapon awakens the desire to kill; now that his Primordial Art was perfected and he possessed the technique of controlling water, dealing with the Yang Mansion was no longer a pipe dream.

"Experience gained from fighting? Does that mean you’re quite the brawler?" Kondo Kenichi asked with a face full of smiles.

Mu Xia looked at the A5 paper full of notes in her hand, feeling an indescribable sense of sorrow. How could Sister Ran be so worried about her?

As the accompaniment began to play, Mu Xia swayed her head and started to move, her crisp singing voice and adorable gestures filling every corner of the room.

However, this was entirely within expectations; after all, bringing Du Hongfu and his group along was, in a sense, my first attempt at following the rules of the underworld.

"This is bad... at this rate, Princess Tiana'na might be in danger," Isabella felt a sense of unease rising within her. After saying this, she turned around, ready to sprint toward the main hall of the Heavenly Staircase.

But as the saying goes, seeing is believing, and hearsay is unreliable. Moreover, she had always been a cautious person, so she maintained a wait-and-see attitude regarding such gossipy matters.

"And how much does the Nangong family have?" Situ Shan asked, looking toward Nangong Lie, and everyone else’s gazes followed suit.

Fortunately, someone called the police in time, and in the end, the officers managed to talk the person down by appealing to their sense of reason and emotion.

Xue Ming no longer wanted to waste another word on these brainless buffoons. He stepped back and, before Duan Yu could explode with rage, said in a deep voice.

"I say, Old Zhu, don't you think it's time to change that temper of yours? It’s so explosive; if I were that mysterious cultivator, I wouldn't come out to see you either."

Ye Luo, however, could faintly withstand the pressure even without circulating his mana, as his body-refining technique was quite formidable.

This meant that from this day forward, she was truly Ye Luo's slave, never to defy his orders again.

Because he had not walked for a long time and the meridians in his legs were completely severed, the blood could not circulate. Lin Tianhai’s legs had withered, and most of the cells had died, leaving him with no sensation.

At this moment, Chuansheng was in a state of near madness. Since he couldn't escape anyway, he figured he might as well die, and he would take Chen Zhan and the others down with him.

Chen Zhan removed his helmet, simultaneously deactivated the virtual projection system of his battle armor, and revealed his true face.

Inside the carriage, Yumei and the others looked at Yaoyao, their mouths opening and closing as if they had something to say, their expressions shifting constantly, which Chu Yaoyao found quite amusing.

For Shen Can to report the Qin family was equivalent to a total rupture between the Shen and Qin families. At this point, the dirty secrets of the Qin family known to the Shen family became the key to bringing them down.

After all, Wang Desheng had finally waited for the return of Master Chu after much difficulty; naturally, he was exceptionally attentive in this situation.

Wu Yongkang, in a fit of rage, snatched a blade from a servant and rushed toward Tang Feifei.

A few days later, the Desolate Heavenly Emperor uprooted the Peacock Sacred Mountain from the earth, transformed it into a void mountain seal to carry with him, and then journeyed into the Immortal Domain.

There were puddles covered with fallen leaves and the like, masking their surface. It would be quite a spectacle if someone were to step right into one.

After all, as an elder of the Heavenly Desire Palace, having cultivated for over a hundred—or even several hundred—years, she could naturally detect a cultivator's emotional fluctuations with ease.

As for why Chu Chen wanted to seek out magical artifacts, it was because he would soon be stepping onto that path of the starry sky, so naturally, he needed to make preparations.

By then, the others were powerless to intervene; they only saw ripples spread across the sea after Zhang Ling Yun fell into the water.

Her pretentious act of feigning salvation was incredibly infuriating. I didn't think she would give up so easily, so I used magic to bind her. She couldn't break free and glared at me.

Within the time it took to burn a stick of incense, almost all the cultivators had entered the teleportation channel. The roaring sound of the portal intensified. The First Prince looked at the cultivators as they entered one by one, nodding slightly in acknowledgement. Over the past few days, he had already sent gifts to the cultivators participating in the ranking.

Li Xiangjun alone was already difficult to handle; if a few other prodigies of the same level—no weaker than her—were added to the mix, Ling Yun would have to step into the Half-Step Martial Venerable realm to stand a chance!

"Young Master, there are only two jade talismans left from the ones Chu Mingyang gave you. Sigh... I wonder what Chu Mingyang was thinking, only giving you three!" Yao Ji sighed softly.