Volume 1, Chapter 36: Surgical Mishap! Zhou Jinghuai, I Beg You, Ye Wu!

On the day of the operation, Zhou Jinghuai still did not return.

The old master of the Zhou family flew into a terrible rage. To show how much importance he attached to Ye Wu, he came in person to take charge, accompanied by Zhou Yanyu and Zhou Yanli and his wife.

When they arrived at the hospital, they naturally had to be received and entertained. Fortunately, the auntie who served the old madam was adept at handling every sort of social occasion, and saw to every courtesy with flawless thoroughness.

The next moment, he played a series of strange notes on the flute, and waves of bizarre energy rippled outward from it.

After that, Xu Wuyou, like the other cultivators of the Nine Bends Alliance, devoted himself body and soul to the vast ocean of inheritance within the Grand Profound Hall, unable to tear himself away. It truly felt as though a single glance had lasted ten thousand years.

A monster could become a god through worship; there was nothing unusual about that. But simply because of its divine power, the dream-maker had thrown all caution to the winds and allowed the power to favor him. That was what made it so treacherous.

“So that is how it is… Then, how many versions of the protocol have you worked out on your end?” Tim asked as he examined it.

Mana gathered. An invisible force suddenly enveloped Shen Shi from head to toe, immensely powerful—far more terrifying than the water pressure at the beginning.

She had been born with wood-aspected energy, a rarity among rarities. Yet if she wished to advance her cultivation, she had to use the Art of Heaven and Earth’s Creation to absorb natural treasures and convert them into wood-aspected energy.

To prevent the armies of the Nine Bends Alliance from learning of his intentions, the Thousand Saints Sect’s god of war had expended no small amount of mental effort, as well as even more time. That was why the Six Paths Demon Lord and the others had waited until now to make their move.

This was the advancement model Master Ives had advocated: remain silent until the moment of brilliance, then astonish the world—and preserve the potential for further advancement in the future. If one constantly pursued extreme challenges and forced breakthroughs by exhausting one’s potential, one would essentially reach the end of the road. At best, one would be only marginally better than the trash who advanced through biochemical modification surgery.

B2 did not show any other expression. She remained utterly composed, her gaze fixed straight ahead. Yet Lin Ai could hear that the hand she held behind her back had still instinctively clenched the fabric of her skirt.

The venom appeared and instantly condensed into golden needles. Fine as ox hair, they filled the sky, weaving themselves into a boundless net that locked Ling Hao in from every direction.

It could not be said that nine households out of ten stood empty, nor that corpses littered the land or that thousands of miles had been reduced to barren wasteland. But finding a hundred miles devoid of human life was commonplace.

With that, he waved a hand toward those behind him. Five Taihao generals immediately stepped forward. Using the Primordial Yin-Yang Lock, Mo Nan bound the souls of the three men on the ground. Their lives and deaths now rested on a single thought of his, while the five generals carried away the three powerful Astral Warriors who were barely clinging to life.

Li Muqing and the others each changed into a different human-skin mask, altering their appearances completely. To prevent anyone from recognizing him, Li Muqing had even attached a long beard, continuing to disguise himself as a middle-aged man of around forty. Cheng Yuyao had transformed herself into an ordinary-looking young woman, and Qie Wushi had changed faces as well.

Therefore, if Mo Nan wanted to find her, he had to face her and determine whether what he felt was love at first sight decreed by fate, simple worship of the strongest, or merely some peculiar emotion born from having been rescued while standing on the brink of death that day.

In this matter, the Military Intelligence Directorate had been utterly despicable. Her impression of the “Carpenter” had already begun to change without her realizing it. But after this incident, she felt that the “Carpenter” had also become a hound of the Military Intelligence Directorate.

At that moment, the Void-Splitting Demon God’s eyes widened until they were round as balls, the whites flooded with blood vessels. He naturally knew that this was the result of Chi Guyan scattering the energy he had condensed with a single sword strike.

The Young Emperor worked day and night, attending to countless affairs. Reports on the military situation in Luoyang arrived several times a day. The deployment of troops and the defense of passes and ferry crossings could not be relaxed for even an instant. Grand Tutor Yang Biao, Grand Commandant Cao Song, Grand Minister Lu Zhi, and Minister of State Yuan Feng had spent day after day at the emperor’s side, jointly discussing countermeasures.

To perceive the subtle and infer the profound—the carriage built by the Directorate of Imperial Works embodied the finest achievements of northern winter travel. The Sovereign-Flow carriage truly left nothing unattended.