Volume One, Chapter 104: Human Sacrifice? A Textbook Solution!

“Open fire!” Upon seeing Chu Haoran, a man resembling an officer shouted. As soon as his voice fell, nearly ten thousand soldiers opposite Chu Haoran unleashed a furious barrage of gunfire.

Lan Duoduo observed the king’s expression; this time, it was genuine anger, not the faint reluctance from before.

Facing these coffins, all the citizens of the Great Xia Kingdom at Nantianmen Square solemnly removed their hats and stood in respectful silence, paying their respects.

A deep breath escaped, and inwardly he sighed: Why has my luck been so extraordinary lately? From discovering the Descending Scale to comprehending the realm, it’s all been such extraordinary occurrences.

At the same moment, three agonized screams pierced the air. Qian Feng, already shocked by the destruction of their weapons, turned to see several of his comrades had somehow had both their hands and feet severed.

Hehe, Qing Li could only laugh to herself. Clearly, the entire Fahua Temple was corrupt inside— the higher up, the darker their hearts. How could she have expected her master to have any integrity? Indeed, she was too naive, not yet sufficiently cultivated. But upon hearing the last sentence, Qing Li’s heart stirred again.

“Master Heng, rarely so refined. Instead of partying in the main hall, you indulge here in elegance. So there’s such a stunning beauty by your side,” a man with a pipe in his mouth and a loud voice interrupted them.

Chu Haoran nodded silently; the murderous aura was indeed formidable. Those untrained in the art of killing rarely exude such aura. Anyone who perished by his hands must number at least eight or nine hundred out of a thousand.

The youth clenched his jaw tightly, hands seeming to expend all their strength to complete a set of hand seals with difficulty. In the next moment, his aura vanished once more.

The Taihang Mountain Secret Realm had endured for a millennium, largely because of the Nine Marvelous Spirit Herbs a thousand years ago. After the depletion of the world’s spiritual energy, these remaining herbs had produced many masters of the Heavenly Dao.

Under the watchful gaze of a telescope in Lucheng, the target who had been attacked bled profusely all over, weakly collapsing beneath a tree.

She even felt that her decade-plus existence in this world was a joke; perhaps she was merely a pawn on someone else’s chessboard, or just a planned participant in a larger game.

Yun Qi was somewhat puzzled; the host was still an unripe child, so why harbor resentment toward her?

“I heard there’s a spectacular sinkhole here; everyone should go broaden their horizons,” someone suddenly suggested.

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At the brink of life and death, Bai Chen stepped before the crowd, fully unleashing his spiritual energy. His sacred markings blazed fiercely as he shielded them with all his might.

“Psychology?” Gao Shan was immediately surprised. He hadn’t expected Ye Lan to choose such an obscure medical specialty.

With his grandmother, father, and loving sister at home, he naturally preferred to live in the capital.

Still, many remained optimistic, believing they wouldn’t die so easily and that Gao Shan would resolve the crisis.

Then, in the next second, three ordinary zombies fled from Lan Feiran without even brushing his clothing.

“Ahem,” a man coughed, changing out of a bright yellow dragon robe into a crescent-moon-colored robe often worn by Nangong Mujian—handsome and refined.

When the moon fully set and the sun completely rose, daylight flooded the land; the demon clan ceased their frantic assault.

Upon hearing this, Ling Yu nodded again toward the elder, then followed Ye Mo’s footsteps.

“I’ve long known you’re incapable of doing anything good,” Lin Yun said calmly as he entered the room where Gao Qing stood dumbfounded, then naturally sat down and poured himself a cup of tea.

He now had a mountain of tasks—Immortal-Demon World, personal dungeons, the Luo siblings... each consuming vast amounts of his time, leaving no opportunity to visit the Central Star Domain.

The spiritual energy hung like mist, ordinary but slightly more abundant. It turned out a natural maze had disrupted the aura of the treasure, benefiting the two newly transformed demons.

Mi Gui Tou wiped sweat for Wei Si, thinking: You’re only a Mingyuan Realm cultivator—how dare you be so reckless with Zhao Yishan?

Ye Huan, upon leaving, used his signature lightness skill, appearing as a fleeting shadow in the air; those facing him could barely perceive his passage.

Moreover, everyone understood that now was the fiercest moment in the struggle for control—any neutral faction was worth courting.

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Shen Linfeng’s gaze fixed unblinkingly on the light growing nearer; at this moment, this faint glow had become his sole hope.

In an instant, a teleportation array appeared beneath the young man’s feet, enveloping his body.

“Take me to see the corpse and summon the commanding officer!” Yuan Hui ordered, pulling the reins.

This time, Su Zhigang, arrested for bribery, corruption, suppressing and framing others, and embezzlement, was taken along.

Though the Silver Wolf Society’s members were somewhat reckless, they weren’t brainless; upon arrival, they first analyzed the strength of both sides.

His expression remained indifferent; she could read nothing from it. Men were indeed inscrutable. She neither understood what Shi Chu was playing at nor could she discern Ouyang Ye’s attitude toward her.

Currently, he commanded 483 first-tier undead, 187 second-tier, and as many as seven third-tier undead—a formidable force anywhere.

Mo Feng glanced coldly at the outspoken Senior Brother Fang, too lazy to reply, and strode toward the adjoining room.

Everyone trembled on the ground, silent and still, fearful of provoking him.

In just a few days, this garrison had been completely cleared; nearly everyone stationed there had been withdrawn.

Though the Wood Spirit Qing Zhu was not regarded as valuable as a Golden Immortal cultivator by many, a Qing Zhu capable of killing a Golden Immortal like Zuo Meng was undoubtedly exceptional.

Jiang Caihua, beaten by her husband, ran around the yard, while they stood under the eaves, cracking seeds and watching as if it were a play—acting as if it weren’t their own family being struck.