Volume 1, Chapter 36: Entering the Palace

At daybreak, the queue began to move forward. One by one, individuals were admitted for physical inspection; those deemed suitable were selected for castration. After a few days of recovery in the palace, they would begin their lives as eunuchs.

To be a eunuch was simply to serve those in the palace—be they men or women. Most were assigned to the Emperor’s harem. After all, with three thousand beauties in the imperial court, not every concubine was favored; some lived their entire lives without ever seeing the Dragon’s face, and others were cast away into the cold palaces. The primary duty of most eunuchs was to serve these concubines, though the Emperor, the Empress, and various other imperial kin also required their service.

Under the repeated onslaughts of Xiao Yang, Guan Hao had lost all reason. His every word and action ignored the consequences, leading to the absurdity of selling medicinal pills at half price. After all, no one likes dealing with an intangible threat. Its behavior is unpredictable, its intentions unknown, yet the danger it poses is always real. This state of passive waiting is enough to drive anyone to madness.

"Compared to Guan Yi, this Guan Hao is not even worth mentioning," Lu Can thought to himself.

How could Cheng Wu not know that the sniper had made a mistake? But if that civilian had truly been killed, the sniper’s life would have been ruined.

Data began to appear on a large screen, summarizing the pattern: an energy fluctuation occurred every ten minutes, and correspondingly, the number of Zerg increased.

"Knowing the danger, why must you go? Can you not stay? Your current cultivation is already quite high; you could continue to improve steadily." Xie Lan truly could not bear to see Chen Hao leave; she blinked at him, asking.

Lu Xuan walked to the main console and used a separate screen to magnify the image of the ship capable of firing ion cannons. What appeared before his "data eye" was a warship 300 meters long and 100 meters wide.

The Fourth Elder was stunned the moment she saw Lin Weiwei. So young—how could their Young Sect Master be no match for her? What kind of cultivation could she possibly have?

They were all people who had lived on the edge of a blade; who were they trying to fool? Russian roulette—you’d be dead or crippled. Ah Jun lost the bet, yet he was perfectly fine, not even missing a finger. Is that even possible?

The reason it is difficult for cultivators to conceive is that before an infant is formed in the womb, it first exists as a fertilized egg, which goes by another name: the Primordial Egg.

"Looking at you now, you seem to have been doing quite well lately," Zhongli Su continued, his tone neither warm nor cold.

"It is death energy." Both Le Tian and the Evil Dragon inhaled a breath of it, and instantly, their breathing became ragged.

Ever since she returned from that perilous, special mission, she found that she had become much more agile.

That said, Wu Se-hun, you "milk bun," could you stop acting and speaking so ambiguously in such public places!?

Shangguan Ling had been cooped up in the General's manor for months. Since returning and seeing her mother jump for joy the moment they met, she understood everything.

Hou Yi did not spare the corpses on the ground a second glance. If he could secure a true powerhouse, he did not care about the loss of a few pawns. However, he looked at the young man with a hint of shock and scrutiny.

Yuan Qiuhua offered an apologetic smile: "Another name for a genius is a madman. Do not speak loudly; do not interrupt his train of thought or disturb his inspiration."

Feeling that his life was in imminent danger, Zhou Jieren immediately unleashed the majority of his divine power to perform "Rebirth from the Ashes," barely managing to restore his physical condition.

The man revealed a contemptuous smile once more. "The Evil God Duma? Regrettably, I do not fear him. I am the Golden Assassin among the Eight Great Assassins of Leon." From the man’s tone, Tian Ming had already guessed that he was indeed one of the Immortal Emperor’s Eight Great Assassins, but he had not expected the Emperor’s subordinates to be so formidable.

The formation was terrifying. The soldiers of the Nationalist Army had never seen such a large vanguard force employing purely mechanized warfare. Before the enemy had even charged, many of the officers and men were already panic-stricken, and even the efforts of their commanders to suppress the chaos were to no avail.

Qin Mengfei saw the change in him through the rearview mirror. Though she desperately wanted to ask, she obediently held her tongue.

Of course, the most crucial part was for Chen Fusheng to release his divine sense to investigate; this was merely to save face for both sides.

Before the spiritual liquid even neared the Primordial Ruins, his meridians and flesh could no longer endure it. The spirit stones outside his body shattered instantly; the recovery speed of his Primordial Universe Technique was far behind the rate at which his body was disintegrating.

With an attentive listener like Zhang Xinyue, Chen Yawen spoke with even more enthusiasm, her narration vivid and lifelike.

Shen Zhaohuang merely lifted a hand, and the fireball enveloping Shen Mingwei vanished into thin air in an instant.

Then there was the method of Xie Yu from the Kunlun Sect: one thunder, one fire, generating and strengthening each other. Its power was even greater, capable of refining a first-grade elixir.

When Tan Tian is in a good mood, you can say whatever you like, but once his temper flares, he won't listen to anyone.

Originally, to leave the old Yu family estate, one had to pass through the entire village. Later, when the Jing Prince’s manor built a villa on West Mountain, they paved a new road that passed right in front of the Yu estate, allowing them to bypass the village and lead directly to the main road, saving a great deal of travel.

Kui Pan lowered his head, lost in thought, his sobbing intensifying as if he felt increasingly aggrieved.

He knew nothing of combat, but he could imagine what a piece of equipment capable of constant growth meant to a professional. If that were true, the value of this item would increase at least tenfold.

The Hongjun Ancestral Sword was peerlessly sharp and extraordinary. How many ancient artifacts in this world could compare to it?

Though the man with the axle had the slight upper hand, he dared not be the least bit careless. Even though Chen Zui looked young, his offense and defense were balanced, and his experience was extremely seasoned. Any carelessness would lead to his own undoing; he could only play it steady and wait for an opening to win.