Chapter 47: Your Highness, It Is Dirty; Do Not Touch

"Just as Your Highness anticipated, there is a training camp for elite assassins capable of holding over a thousand people. Only about a hundred were left behind as a rearguard, and I fear the rest have already been deployed elsewhere. Of course, those left behind are already dead."

"There is also a pharmaceutical workshop, which produces the poison known as 'Heartbreak Regret.' The assassins are controlled by this poison; they are given regular antidotes and then continuously poisoned in return. They have no choice but to remain under control."

"The rosters of all the assassins are kept on record, and Lin Xuan's name is among them—"

"Heh, those who know me best are none other than you!" Hou Mingjie showed not a shred of apology on his face, speaking as though it were all entirely a matter of course.

"Can I see them?" Lin Kongkong asked with great effort. What she feared most, actually, was that if she failed to pull through, she wouldn't even get to see her child for the last time. That would be her greatest regret.

She curled up on the ground, wrapping her arms around herself, closed her eyes, and wore an expression of indescribable exhaustion.

Unlike their arrival when they vanished the moment they stepped ashore, the White family elders stayed with everyone this time. They were also exceedingly happy with the remarkable results the White family had achieved.

A cultivator's soul is stronger than that of an ordinary mortal. In the eyes of these malevolent entities, they are like bright beacons in the dead of night, visible at a glance. Devouring their vital blood and even their souls is far easier than a decade of cultivation.

Moreover, judging by the various hunted game hanging from the eaves of almost every household, one could tell that the archers in this tribe were certainly not few in number.

As long as the deities behind them continued to exist, Duolong, the Son of Slaughter, could not pose too great a threat.

Yi Fan opened the window and looked down at the street. Pedestrians wore panicked expressions as they hurried away. Even the usually bustling teahouses and inns had grown quite peaceful, and some shops couldn't even open their doors. In contrast, the coffin shops and joss paper stores were thriving with business, which could not help but evoke a sigh.

Seeing her shameless demeanor, Bai Chenfeng knew he truly had no way to deal with her, so he resigned himself to his fate, stepped forward, and bent down to pick her up.

Because Saint Amo had not yet noticed that she had returned to her normal body temperature, she produced another silver needle, preparing to pierce the mother gu once more.

Duong Bian would become a statue, standing eternally in the palace square of the Pure Land world, and that would be more than enough.

He was naturally proud and haughty. Today, the Realm Master had ordered him to lower his status and personally invite Lin Hai, which had already caused him considerable dissatisfaction. Yet, bound by the Realm Master's decree, he had no choice but to obey.

"Boss, is this really a good idea?" one of them asked, chewing on a pastry while keeping a wary eye on the surroundings.

"I..." She wanted to find an excuse to refuse, but helplessly, after a night of intimacy, Jun Nuo had already figured out all her sensitive spots.

"How about this? Will this spirit beast's elemental power still affect the land?" Tan Fei pointed at the behemoth and asked Zheng Chen.

This sentence echoed continuously in Duong Bian's mind and was muttered in his heart, until it unexpectedly slipped past his lips. Li Wei turned to give him a glance, but ultimately said nothing.

Regarding his devotion, she had always simply accepted it, never returning anything in kind. Instead, she had caused him increasing sorrow, driving him toward a hollow, glass-fragile room.

Showing a spirit that yielded nothing to men, Fang Hui's catering company successively established central kitchens in Pengcheng, Yangcheng, and Modu. It boasted over thirty branches and as many as two thousand employees, most of whom were migrant workers and laid-off urban workers.

That is to say, unless that deeply hidden and immensely powerful figure fell, this fiercely charging vanguard would never halt their momentum.

The higher one's cultivation realm, the more one's words—especially oaths—would attract the attention of the Heavenly Dao. Should one break an oath, the consequences and punishments would be precisely as the oath described.

On the second floor, Huan Tianbufu: That's not necessarily true. I heard his skill only affected the fifth wave of monsters.

Huan-Ting's gaze wandered once more to that night-walker she had glimpsed earlier. Even from afar, the mere sight of it was terrifying enough to hollow out her heart, and the cold sweat she broke out in had yet to recede.