Volume 1, Chapter 44: I'll Make Money and Support You

Moli’s worries were well-founded. After all, Long Luo held a pivotal position in the realm of cultivation. The fact that there had been no news of Long Luo in the cultivation world for a millennium already felt abnormal to everyone. In the past, Long Luo had been extremely active in the cultivation world, and there had never been a period of a thousand years without any trace of him walking about.

Taking advantage of this pause in conversation, Fang Fang pulled Chen Xia and hid behind Xia Jian. Xia Jian put his hands behind his back and made a gesture for Fang Fang to withdraw.

Head Nurse Wang picked up a bunch of keys and unlocked the cabinet against the wall. Bending over, she struggled to search for something from the bottom shelf, completely unconcerned that her alluring, uptight buttocks were being stared at and appreciated by four grown men with wide eyes.

Yang Yunhan, Shangguan Bixiao, and Wen Wugui watched as the Beggar Sect’s martial elder Jiang Haoba, Mount Hua Sect’s Five-Cloud Sword Beitang Xuan, Descending Goose Palm Nangong Ang, Shangqing Sect’s Daoist Sujing, Kunlun Sect’s Yin Qinglong and Yang Qinglong, and the Seven Swords of Kunlun departed one after another. They then escorted the third brother Zhao Pokong, the second brother Ling Gufan, and that Emei disciple outside the palace of Huanqing.

Lü Xuan knew that anxiety would get him nowhere, so he simply pulled up an armchair and sat down, watching the outside world with the detachment of a spectator at a play. He was like a bystander observing, scene by scene, the events he wished to know.

Failing to intimidate them, although Li Mingyi and the others felt a lingering rage burning in their hearts, they dared not flip the tables and start a brawl right inside the inn.

"Sigh, fine, fine. Even wanting to be lazy for a moment is impossible. You go to sleep first, I'll wake you up later," Erlengzi said speechlessly, and then the sound cut off, presumably Ergouzi had already fallen asleep.

"Head of the Gongsun Family, let's see where you can run this time! Kill them all, leave no survivors!" With that, about seven or eight men in black with masked faces completely surrounded Gongsun Lie's family of three along with Zhao Mingfei.

Hearing this, Nangong Han trembled all over, his complexion changing instantly. He felt a buzzing in his ears and his mind went blank.

"Tell me, just how strong is the Nine-Cooled Legion?" Colte suddenly raised his head and asked his adjutant.

Bitter Knife Wine lived up to its name—both bitter and fiery, sharp and burning like a blade, leaving a lingering aftertaste that was hard to forget for a lifetime.

Gu Xiaoran still had a piece of green vegetable in his mouth. With a slightly dazed look in his eyes, he glanced first at Luo Mingxuan and then at Bai Youlan, suddenly realizing that they were deliberately putting him on the spot.

And this sensation—both thrilling and dizzying—made her temporarily forget to resist, and even forget where she currently was.

"I certainly don't treat you as an outsider. If you're going to put it that way, just pretend I never said anything," Gao Shiman said as she picked up her chopsticks again to eat.

However, when Ye Fan clearly saw what was growing inside the valley, his eyes bloodshot slightly.

Everyone was dumbfounded. What on earth was going on here? Why did lightning suddenly strike from the sky, and furthermore, strike their own general to death?

"What?" Long Yan, who had not yet recovered from the sorrow of losing her first kiss, was momentarily bewildered upon suddenly hearing such a disjointed remark.

A traffic police officer shone his flashlight toward his feet, only to discover he was stepping on a lump of rotting flesh wrapped in a mass of black hair.

He nocked an arrow to his bow. With the twang of the bowstring and a cry of agony, two men who had already rushed in front of Trinville tumbled from their horses. The pursuers were instantly awed by his precise archery, and they pulled on their reins, not daring to advance further.

Compared to Shen Jiao and her companions, who were relatively easy to track, there were many vicious criminals. While it was easy enough to plant a tracking device on them, following them proved exceedingly difficult.

The climate in the City of the White Dragon was as warm as spring, accompanied by a fresh and pleasant breeze, making it ideal for the recuperation of the wounded. While Grain and his companions were still holding the city and fighting a bloody battle under the siege of the wolf tribe, and under the escort of Roida and Cyril, Doranhel finally arrived at the Holy City.

The store manager heard a chaotic rustling sound coming from the other end, resembling a strong wind, faintly accompanied by bursts of swearing and cursing.

Jia Erhu had the waiter bring a few cans of beverages, and very attentively opened one for Ding Min, pouring it into the glass in front of her.

She went to take a look and felt that the assessment was indeed accurate. This army was filled with countless townsmen, villagers, clansmen, kinsmen, neighbors, brothers-in-law, and even cousins, blood brothers... Regardless of their combat effectiveness, it was completely impossible for any spies to infiltrate them.

As for "how to stand out in front of the general," different youths had different ideas.

The next second, the live broadcast screen of Yang Ning himself appeared on the screens of key officials in major capitals across the world.

Two days later, Consort Rong finally had the rare chance to stroll through the Imperial Garden, where she happened to run into Consort Hui. Consort Hui’s smile was dazzling, yet Consort Rong still had to exchange pleasantries and put on a polite facade with her. Only after the pleasantries concluded, when Consort Hui mentioned Yinzhi, did Consort Rong's smile freeze on her face.

She touched her chest. Such a feeling had never been experienced before; what was happening to her now?

If such a terrifying existence truly existed in this world, then he would feel genuinely hopeless, because an entity surpassing the Divine Emperor tier simply should not exist in this mortal realm.

Under normal circumstances, apart from the God of War himself, no one else could absorb the power of slaughter. However, now there was an additional contender, Shangguan Xue, competing with him. Coupled with the fact that the God of War needed to duel Hun Luo and could not spare the energy to actively absorb it, this resulted in an interruption of the slaughter power supply, and the golden chains behind him began to recover.

This threw Yang Xi into a panic. His complexion darkened like ink, becoming unimaginably unsightly. If this continued, the Stone Dust Umbrella could never be refined and thus could not be put to use for him.

Those residents who had beaten the rescue SWAT officers to the ground and cheered, seemingly believing they had accomplished some great and noble deed, had long since buried everything with their own hands—beyond any hope of salvation.

However, how did Emperor Arthur know that the young madam knew how to make tea, and that she did it in such a pleasing manner?

Where on earth did this hunchback come from? He had never seen him before. Indeed, someone so ugly, had he ever seen him before, would certainly have been unforgettable at first glance. Such an ugly appearance—he wondered how his parents even managed to give birth to him. Compared to him, he himself was practically handsome and stalwart.