Volume 1, Chapter 42: Uncle Jiang?!

Gu Xiao was also employing lightweight martial arts techniques, fleeing desperately toward the side. This reaction had already been triggered the moment he spoke; otherwise, with his level of cultivation, he would have been utterly incapable of responding in front of the branding-head viper demon.

Lin Chen crashed heavily behind that large tree, a dull ache rippling through his internal organs. Lowering his gaze, he noticed that the sword wound on his waist and abdomen appeared to have worsened.

Xie Nanzhi blurted out without a second thought. Every single memory the imperial palace held for her was steeped in pain.

"No, I am taking you back. Otherwise, when your mother sees us, she will think we had a fight!" Zuo Yi opportunistically brought up Xu Han as a shield, leaving Xu Xin'er with no room to argue. She turned her face away, let out a huff, and offered no further reply, which he took as consent.

"So this is a formation disk?" Chen Chuman held the circular disk, examining it closely with the wide-eyed curiosity of an inquisitive child.

For a full two hours, she continued to scorch the spatial stone with her pill flame, until she felt utterly exhausted and finally stopped.

The figure of Daoist Xianyun vanished from the spot, replaced by a golden spiritual treasure suppressing downwards from the sky.

Instantly, the Bodhi Sacred Tree was summoned. In a split second, it manifested rows of Buddhas above, enclosing him tightly within their midst.

While studying the stone sculpture, Chen Chuman suddenly discovered that her heartbeat was involuntarily synchronizing with its rhythm. Panicking, she hurriedly tried to sever her mental connection and withdraw her attention from the carving.

Hualitong was not a person blinded solely by the pursuit of profit, so he turned and quietly slipped away from the estate. Yet this debt still had to be settled, even if there was no need to rush it at this very moment.

"Then have you considered whether you would be willing to become an honorary elder of our Qianxu Kingdom's Alchemist Guild?" Ming Ying looked at Zhou Li, her eyes filled with a pleading gaze.

As someone majoring in archaeology, maps were utterly second nature to us. Sometimes, researching ancient tombs required the use of large-scale maps.

I cannot understand how some people can lay down their butcher knives and instantly attain Buddhahood on the spot. If that were true, becoming a Buddha would be far too easy for them. Were those who died simply meant to become wronged ghosts?

Cheng Geming considered himself quite understanding of Cheng Lingling. As long as he promised not to force her into marriage with Cheng Le, she would not be able to stir up any major trouble, and everything would proceed according to their previous discussions. With that thought, he left them ample space to converse.

Mo Yan and the remaining few gradually scrambled back to their feet. Caught safely in the palm of Zhu Rong's hand, they were placed one by one onto the ground. After this brief period of recovery, everyone felt considerably more comfortable.

Taking a few deep breaths, I strode directly toward the heavy stone door of the chamber. Since there was only a single exit here, I had no need for hesitation.

In truth, aside from the Qianxu Sect Daoist robe on his body, Zhou Li possessed virtually nothing with defensive properties. Consequently, the Demon General's punch left him in a miserable state, causing him to vomit a mouthful of dark blood that stained his robes crimson.

Not looking was one thing, but this single glance gave him a tremendous shock! All the dead corpses were crowding thickly inside the barrier gate, as if desperate to burst out of the prison cells. One by one, the lifeless bodies stood rigidly with bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair, staring blankly at the bailiff.

With a wave and a pull of the Eastern Emperor's hand, a massive patch of the previously lush, plant-covered cliff face suddenly cleared away. The vegetation crashed down to the foot of the cliff, revealing a hidden cave entrance.

"I have many questions, and I am wondering if you could explain them all to me," Haming said in a soft voice.

The residents of the Blessed Mountain cultivated with utmost devotion. Though their numbers were few, every single one of them who joined the fray was a formidable warrior capable of taking on ten. In the blink of an eye, the tide of battle reversed, and the scales of victory began to tip in favor of the Red Jade Tribe.

He dared not expand his sphere of influence toward the direction of the Great Luo Imperial City, yet he kept a close eye on several other cities in the opposite direction.

However, Xiang Yu knew his own limitations. If he went, what would become of Mu Zhaoge? He possessed no art of division.

The person in charge of the Tianjue City branch was well-versed in managing the atmosphere. He first inspected the scores of the supporting contenders, deliberately saving those with hopes of contending for the top spot—such as Tang Yi—for the very end. This masterful tactic stretched everyone's curiosity and anticipation to the limit.

Facing the formidable Sacred Sect, the Muyun Kingdom found itself in perilous straits, each person fearing for their own survival. They could barely protect themselves, let alone afford to shield others.

"I certainly hope so!" Madam Wang placed Wei Jie's hand into her palm, patting it gently as she murmured under her breath.

The reason Tang Yi had chosen not to slaughter ninth-grade fierce beasts yesterday was simple: their intelligence was already exceptionally high, and they possessed a fiercely guarded sense of territory. Any attempt by Tang Yi to lure them using cheap tricks was utterly impossible.

Sensing their sincerity and resolve, Xiang Yu felt a sudden warmth bloom in his chest. Faced with such a seemingly hopeless deadlock, not only had they refused to lose faith, but they were also willing to pay any price—a steadfastness he had never anticipated.

"I never imagined we would end up staying in the same hotel!" Qian Ziyuan felt it was an incredible coincidence. Although she had told Lin Ruonan where she was staying, Lin Ruonan had not mentioned that Li Changlin and his companions were staying right on the floor above her.

They were all sacrificial lambs of the Bloody Scheme. According to the information Song Ming had gathered, the Tianjiao Sect appeared to be making preparations for the revival of the sect's sacred relic, the Buddha Sarira.

"Tolstoy..." Sanoyas stood bathed in the setting sun, beads of sweet sweat dotting her brow as she trotted over to Old Li's side. The cult leader, who had originally intended to continue analyzing the current situation with the old scoundrel, immediately swallowed back the words resting on the tip of her tongue upon seeing this sight.