Volume 1, Chapter 59: The Ye Family Does Not Welcome You
Inside the Ye family's main hall.
All the core members of the Ye family were gathered together, every single one of them wearing an expression of anxiety and unease.
They cast their gazes toward the entrance from time to time, clearly waiting for someone.
And the person they were waiting for was none other than Ye Qingcheng.
After about a quarter of an hour, Ye Qingcheng, dressed in a long black dress, finally arrived.
As soon as she stepped into the hall, she was surrounded by her relatives.
"Qingcheng, why did you only just arrive? Word is spreading outside that the Liu family's mine is a barren one, and the shares we bought are completely worthless. What is going on here?"
"You must give us an explanation! I even scraped together my coffin money to buy..."
The mid-level great demons surrounding Chu Feng looked at one another in shock, all falling silent, especially Hushan, who felt a chill rising from his tailbone and shuddered with lingering fear. It seemed Chu Feng had held back earlier; otherwise, he would not still be alive.
Now that she had finally met the Palace Master, she still had no idea why Weiyuanzi had summoned her.
Lu Yan nodded with satisfaction. He knew his team members' character—meticulous in their handling of matters—and he also knew their execution capabilities were exceptional, including the fact that his troops were particularly outstanding. Otherwise, his master would not have assigned such a stellar team to him.
In truth, Chu Feng had not left at all. Instead, he had feigned departure, intending to secretly follow Hua Qiangu, slip into Mount Shu to muddy the waters, seize the Shuantian Chain, and pin the blame on the Seven Killings Palace.
"Don't worry, you can have any pet you want. There's nothing in this game that your big brother can't get," Lao Jiu said confidently.
"What has this world come to? Every single time in recent years, we six supreme gods return unsuccessful and defeated. Has the God Clan truly fallen to this state?" Liu Yue coughed up a mouthful of blood and wheezed.
With a single sweep of his halberd, Chu Feng not only cleaved the Alien Demon Emperor in two but also tore open the space behind him.
"Right, buying so much bamboo this time is to fence in a breeding farm," Zhao Yuan nodded and said.
Meanwhile, the ball of blood mist behind them drifted toward Yuan Chengyong, then began to shift bizarrely, seemingly attempting to engulf him. However, Yuan Chengyong flicked his sleeve, pushing the blood mist aside.
Having spent the past two days surviving in the forest like primitive men, and with it being midsummer, the weather was scorching hot. Moreover, their current location was on a rooftop, and the suffocating wave of heat made it almost unbearable.
Yet when he lifted his head, the anger on his face had not fully dissipated. In his somewhat furious gaze, what he saw was not an arrogant face, but a smiling one—yes, a smiling face.
He had been too busy eating to notice Zong Bailu's furrowed brow growing deeper. By the time he realized something was amiss, it was already too late; the half-eaten roasted snake in his hand had been snatched away.
The wave crashed over Jin Ting, then slammed into the defensive barrier of the Jin family tavern behind him, making the entire building shudder—a testament to the terrifying might of the churning waves.
The trees on the left were spaced further apart, with plenty of weeds and wild flowers growing between them. According to the battlefield forecast, the people of the Bailing Valley were likely traveling along such a route.
"No wonder. The Dark-曜 energy here is abundant, and coupled with the immense energy contained within the demonic resentment, this seal of demonic breath can be said to be indestructible and infinitely regenerating," Anya said.
Yet why did these people open fire on Lu Yan and his team the moment they laid eyes on them, without asking a single question?
In a relatively spacious room, two Court Lords and three Department Commanders were stationed. Sensing Jiang Ling's arrival, they all stepped outside to welcome him.
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"The sword intent here is indeed formidable. Perhaps I can comprehend the fourth form of the Jade Profound Penetrating Sword—the Pinnacle of Sword Intent—right here." Terrifying sword intent hovered around Song Yun's body. The pressure was immense, forcing Song Yun to condense his primordial spirit just to resist this formidable power.
An ethereal martial art, two differing attitudes, three piercing gazes, and four factions eager for battle—amidst the hazy night, murderous intent abruptly surged.
The young woman's current state did not seem well; her face was flushed, her breathing rapid, and her body occasionally spasmed slightly. With the ambulance not yet arrived, Lu Yan truly could not feel at ease.
During this time, neither of them dared to touch the offerings on the altar table. Although there might be items to facilitate a quick escape hidden within them, there were simply too many things on the table, and they feared that accidentally touching something might trigger a restriction and summon a wave of ghosts, landing them in the tragic dilemma of "having the life to take the item, but no life to spend it."
"Heh... Don't worry, Yihan couldn't care less about these comments. He's been busy with preparations for his concert all this time. After all, time is rather tight, and Yihan's parts are crucial, so he is relatively busy lately," Goo Dong-wan said with a smile.
"Brother, I'll go along too. I'm the keyboardist today, after all," Qiu Yiwen said with a smile.
The two of them subconsciously looked around. The nearby villagers acted as though they couldn't feel their gazes, continuing to busy themselves in the fields as if nothing was wrong.
Shang Qi lowered her head to wrap up the work at hand, ignoring him. After a long while, hearing no further sound from Luo Yichen, she looked up toward the sofa. Her gaze collided directly with his burning intensity. Blushing under his scrutiny once more, Shang Qi immediately lowered her head.
If we were to attempt a deeper discussion, we would find that the young women on airships often choose long-distance passenger transport roles after retirement. As for the pilots, they naturally tend to become commercial airline pilots.
"Be a good girl, Rong'er. This time I've refined quite a few medicinal pills for you. Once you break through to the Martial Master realm, I'll take you with me wherever I go." Song Yun relished Song Rong'er's tender affection while feeling quite helpless inside.
Major Qiao Hui picked up his third martini and glanced with mild displeasure toward the eastern side of the room, where a circle of men centered around Dr. Qiao Rui from the Alliance Research Institute was gathered.
Following Huoxi's footsteps, the crowd ran desperately, casting all caution to the wind. Yet as they penetrated deeper, a blizzard of snowflakes fell ever more densely from the sky, and piercing screams echoed through this silent realm. At this very moment, this place resembled a living hell—bloody and cruel.
Though deep beneath the sea, Ye Fantian was able to pierce through and perceive the other's appearance thanks to the might of his Profound Soul.
To be honest, Fu Shiting did feel quite a sense of defeat, but since he loved her, he simply accepted his fate.
"This... perhaps only their higher-ups know the reason behind it!" Long Zhanmu bitter-smiled at this moment.
The two had not seen each other for a full year. Although Gu Heng had disguised himself, Liang Lansheng recognized him at a single glance.
She had always believed that even if her ladle meant forsaking the world, it would still hold her Tang Tang. Along the way, even without saying a word, she knew how deeply Bai Shaozhi loved her.
Originally, he had stood guard on the side, thinking that if Dongfang Bubai dared to harm Tang Tang, he would strike immediately. Never had he expected that he had come to help instead.