Volume 1, Chapter 36: What Kind of Place Is the Profound Medicine Valley Really?

As Luochen closed his eyes, images flickered through Leng Yue’s mind like scenes from a film—each one featuring the same protagonist, appearing at once deeply unfamiliar and hauntingly intimate.

"How exactly do you know the secret of the Fallen Demon Land?" Haotian asked coldly. This was the third question, yet Liuli remained silent.

Lei Tian drew his Frost-Condensing Sword in an instant and, under the bewildered gaze of the slave trader, plunged it into the man's throat.

"The Prince and Princess still have a faint pulse; perhaps there is hope. In my opinion, we should descend the mountain and seek help from the Master of the Jade Toad Palace. He may have a way to save the Princess," Xiao Feng said, keeping his composure while the others remained consumed by grief.

"Old Luo, did that man really say his name was Ye Xuan?" The man seated at the head of the table, his temples already dusted with grey, was Zheng Ge, the usually composed leader of the Green Dragon Gang. Even he could no longer remain calm.

Deep within a narrow tunnel, Xi Yao was repeatedly thrown back by the barrier, exhausted to the point of collapse, yet Zhan Ying refused to allow anyone to assist her.

Now, she truly seemed to have no attachments left. Without attachments, what leverage could anyone possibly use against her?

Shi Yan stood motionless, her face as pale as paper beneath her crescent-shaped mask, her demonic eyes filled with fragile helplessness.

Another violent explosion rocked the air. The massive body of the Hell Evil God, having just crashed onto the lava, was hit by another tremendous shockwave, causing its hundred-ton frame to be lifted several meters into the air as if by some invisible force.

"You must get engaged to Cheng Junhao. Not just engaged, you will marry him. That is final," Han Zhenze said with ironclad resolve.

As I opened the cloth bundle, I said, "Go and get the elephant lamp." I quickly set up a soul-summoning formation on the dining table and placed the elephant lamp in the center. Indeed, a spirit vessel capable of delivering dreams and conveying messages could be used to summon souls, and the process was not at all complex.

He rolled once more, aimed the Barrett at the fuel tank straight ahead, and pulled the trigger. After completing these actions, Fang Chunliang brushed the dust off his clothes and walked outside.

It was disgusting; I felt a wave of nausea myself. I still had psychological trauma from watching my family's Liu Yiyi suffer through the Five Decays of Heaven—the way maggots crawled and pus bled from her long, slender legs was truly terrifying to behold.

Having barely escaped the meat-grinder of the Upper Realm and enjoying peace in the Lower Realm for so long, was he really expected to return to that dark, wretched place?

"Perhaps, Augusta," Luca said, shaking his head slightly. He could hear the longing in Licinia’s words—a yearning to return to Constantinople. He seemed to understand why she felt this way, and why she persisted.

It seemed to be an unspeakable hardship, hidden away because she did not want him to dig to the bottom of it.

Yan Xiyu and Ji Yun Changqing arrived from the Demon Realm later, reaching the Temple of Life on the evening of the second day.

The two young women exchanged a look, then rose, put on their shoes, and headed toward the monk’s room, while Mo Fei slipped quietly into Shu Yu’s chamber—this was certainly no place for a long stay.

He paused, stunned at the sight of the twenty fully armed private guards on the street. Looking at their equipment, any one of them was better armed than he, the team leader. For a moment, he didn't know how to approach; this was clearly a wealthy household, and one could not afford to offend a family that traveled with such a private retinue.

"Go and lie to a fool," Tan Fengyi snapped, turning on her heel and leaving the hall.

If Chu Yi’s guess was correct, the four figures of Feng Xiao were likely the masters of the most prestigious academies in the Hundred Dynasties Divine Continent.

Chu Yi sat cross-legged on the training platform and meditated for a while. Only when he felt the weakness in his body fade did he stop.

The sensation was like experiencing the vicissitudes of a thousand lifetimes. Ye Liushang’s mind remained in a daze, yet he could not suppress the fervent sense of having regained something long lost.

A burly man, six-foot-three and wearing a black suit with white gloves, stepped forward to valet Ye Liushang’s car.

Furthermore, in the conflict between the Rogue Immortal sects and the Ancient Martial Arts world, Qiu Haoran had always advocated for a hardline stance. This was the reason he fervently hoped Senior Lin Zhen would soon reach the ultimate peak of the Tenth Mountain martial arts.

Now that his company had fallen into a desperate plight once more, he finally understood how precious the repeated help from the Qin family had been all those years ago.

He had already consumed eight of these divine medicines. His body was now saturated with unrefined primordial laws, and he had become nearly immune to their effects; taking the final one would be of little use.

Ye Liushang smiled meaningfully; it was not difficult to guess what Shui Xianyao would do next.

A faint cyan light spread, forcibly isolating all the entangling forces outside his skin.

Lao Qin rotated his wrists, looking nonchalant, as if he had experienced such scenes many times before.

Zheng Hao’s mouth twisted as if he had eaten eight bitter melons. He thought to himself that this was a disaster—to be carrying Ning Xue right in front of Teacher Xie and Jiang Yuhan? Teacher Xie was already furious; wouldn't this just be adding fuel to the fire?

"You might as well give up the resistance. Since you were foolish enough to set foot on this beach, you shouldn't be thinking about escaping. Why not just honestly fight us to the death?" Fei Lai sneered, expressing his helplessness at the death throes of Luo Luo and his two companions.

"No, you have to eat, even if you aren't hungry." Rita was determined to lock horns with Yang Ming; she insisted he have a meal.