Chapter Forty-Nine: The Cunning Hound

What nonsense are you spouting? Just speak properly, no need to startle everyone.

Xu Maitreya frowned as he spoke. He’d heard that the Red Talisman was the supreme script of Daoism, its power equal to a decade of cultivation from a Daoist priest—a life-saving charm if carried. That giant rat was only an ordinary Grey Immortal, not even transformed into an intermediary spirit; using a Red Talisman on it was like wielding a broadsword to kill a chicken, and worse, the blade was destroyed. The presence of a Grey Immortal in the Temple of Cats meant there must be other formidable beings in the village as well...

“You really are a fool. Why do you always have to get yourself into trouble? This money—we’ll keep it as it is. If the chance arises, I’ll get the rest of the seventy thousand for you too. Why shouldn’t we take it? We ran errands for him—he should be grateful.” Gong Shao spoke with arrogant confidence. Ahem. Gong Shao never speaks empty words. He’d made a note of those seventy thousand.

Of course, Wang Xinran wasn’t afraid the two sects would try to ambush him. In fact, he was rather eager for them to attempt it; then he’d have a justified reason to strike back, letting them know that the Hidden Spirit Sect was not to be trifled with.

He had been away from his homeland for over fifteen million years. What was it like now? Had the spiritual energy of heaven and earth faded entirely? Was the Crystal Palace’s barrier still intact? Did the legacy of the Pleasure Sect still persist?

“Has no one noticed how out of place this human skin is, pasted here?” Gu Fengchun pointed at the skin.

For Ziyang, killing the Supreme of Resurrection would be as easy as turning his hand. The reason he was playing this game was part of his own plan.

If one is no longer in the world, how could tears possibly fall? Such contradictions should not exist, yet they occurred on him.

Uncle and nephew sat face to face, the newborn sun spilling lazy light over them. Unbeknownst to them, the green atop the Chinese crown had grown deeper, the tender leaves shimmering in harmony. Clearly, the flavor of spring was thickening.

The Ninth Princess kept plotting ways to protect Yang Xing, ensuring he would not be harmed by Shi Chong, Shi Ba, or their minions.

“Hey, you lecher, what are you spacing out for? Inspection’s over, get going and stop holding up the cleanup!” Chu Tianyu closed her notebook and strode behind Ling Fan, landing a kick squarely on his backside, leaving a clear footprint.

For a moment, the three British police officers chattered nervously, faces pale with fear, as though Ling Fan and his companions were true devils.

At a port in the Umbrella Organization’s base, the most advanced submarine in the fleet slowly approached. Its hull was black as ink, and a long staircase unfolded. From it emerged a handsome man, tall and muscular, clad in a tight suit—a veritable warrior born of steel.

The Thunder Emperor Scripture was no more than an ancient, tattered scroll, yet now the imposing aura it exuded filled the entire Star Hall. Within that grandeur, Watson seemed to glimpse something obscure and profound.

The other party clearly knew Wang Ruxue’s personality. Hearing her nonsense, they didn't bother to argue; instead, they simply hung up on her.

At that moment, a large contingent of the Azure Dragon Legion, bearing the Umbrella insignia, descended. Their unfamiliar weapons crackled with extraordinary powers, slicing savage insect beasts in half. One by one, powerful mutants surged into battle, weaving freely through the tide of monsters.

Just recently, he’d received a call from Wang Zhenjiang: the technical department had restored all the footage of Lu Yu’s time in Beigang City. Soon, Lu Yu’s true identity would be revealed to Qin Ge.

Who would want to believe that a lifetime of hard work was merely playing a role in someone else’s game?

Watching as the raging wind swept away, the remains scattered and vanished; only the Red Cauldron, nailed by the Realm Pin, still had a complete skeleton. That was the master of Northern Prison Blade Valley.

“Tch, with that distracted look, even a blind man could see you’ve got something on your mind.” Li Li curled his lip.