Volume 1, Chapter 44: The Centipede Killer

Xia He's father was an armed forces cadre who watched the evening news broadcast promptly every night and cared deeply about major national affairs.

What was written above was precisely the matter Yan Ji had spoken to him about previously, only more complete and specific.

Qu Ran felt her breathing grow rapid, and tears fell from she knew not when. In the dark night, she roughly wiped away this sign of weakness with the back of her hand, then bit her lip fiercely, waiting for the other person to leave her a chance to "explain."

Sitting beside her mother, Ye Lingshan was extremely well-behaved, yet her expressive eyes still occasionally drifted toward Chu Jinlong.

Hard furnishings and soft furnishings are two inseparable parts of ancient architecture. Every piece of furniture in the Hall of Four Seasons is a masterpiece, complementing the hall itself perfectly. If they were truly all sold off like this, it would be, in a sense, like selling the pearls inside just to repair the outer wooden box.

Sheng Siyuan tapped his fingertips rhythmically against the steering wheel, his deep brows and eyes holding a pensive look.

Bao Lei did not wish to see Chu Jinlong bullied, even though he knew that everyone who bullied Chu Jinlong would end up with a miserable fate.

"You still have the nerve to come over! I don't even have the face to face him anymore!" Qiao Ran said, tears swirling in her bloodshot eyes.

"Of course that's how it is. Back in our youth, there wasn't such good food to be had. Only when you have deep seniority and exquisite craftsmanship in your hands will a good master look upon you favorably and bestow something nice," Liu Xiu said.

Tang Youyou sat on the sofa on one side, watching all this with curiosity, while Huo Shuixian had already turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window.

The lady of the house was beginning to feel awkward. The old patriarch sat to one side, smoking a water pipe—the kind of tobacco ordinary people could scarcely afford—yet he remained completely unaffected by today's events.

Nanrong Xuanyue was well aware of how severe the consequences would be if she brought Yun Jianchen here, but she had no choice; the teleportation array outside was undoubtedly completely controlled by the Heaven-炼ing Mansion.

We stayed in the ancient town for six days. Aside from going out every day to inspect the site and walking in circles around the area with the person in charge, there was nothing else to do.

I shrugged. It seemed he really did remember the events of the previous round. At that time, he was just an ordinary person—yet an ordinary person with the courage and mettle to dare stand against the Reapers. And what about the other ordinary people? They could only wait there for death or engage in various frantic, senseless actions.

Once a martial artist successfully undergoes nirvana and enters the Five Elements Realm, their lifespan is greatly extended. Therefore, many ancient monsters over three hundred years old still appear to be only a few decades of age.

Right now, these supernatural beings had no way whatsoever of dealing with the airborne zombie brother. They were neither prime entities nor Reapers, nor were they any of those otherworldly visitors, meaning they could not fly.

Yun Shuo did not delay overly long, speaking in a deep, resolute voice that radiated an unquestionable, sweeping majesty.

Yucheng was known as the Mountain City, so the villa was situated between two mountains. With mountains, water, and fresh air, it could truly be described as a paradise away from the world.

Meanwhile, golden light continuously flickered around Zhizhi, and the true form of a gigantic Heaven-Devouring Rat appeared before everyone's eyes in an almost physical manifestation for the first time. The powerful energy fluctuation was a hundred times stronger even than Song Jian's energy.

"Alright, I've already sealed away their memories of encountering us," Zihuan said. Taking advantage of the moment, he had already finished everything.

"Right, it's Source Power. That's right, the Source Power possessed only by cultivators at the seventh-tier Enlightenment Realm or above." At this point, Ye Xiang had already guessed it; after all, executing formations required the Enlightenment Realm, and this kind of force now was naturally Source Power.

Bank President Xiong was the most anxious of all. Watching the two of them go back and forth, a layer of cold sweat had already broken out on his forehead. "Old Leng, I think Old Why's method is pretty good too. Just submit a planning proposal, how about that?" Bank President Xiong pleaded, with a hint of tears in his voice.

"No need, we'll just wander around." With that, Zheng Xiyuan quite recklessly took Gege by the hand and walked out onto the street together with Ye Ruoxi.

"Sir, why aren't you paying for the bananas you're buying?" The vendor stepped forward, reaching out to grab Wu Di's arm.

Governor Lan's words were not many, but they carried weight. Everyone present raised their glasses in unison, and then swallowed a cup of Maotai.

No one does not cherish their life. Soldiers are no different from generals; they have only one life, and once they die in battle, they vanish completely from this world. Though their status may not be as noble as a general's, they are equally unwilling to die on the battlefield.

Both of them wore the armor of personal guards, and they followed closely beside Xiang Ye as they charged toward Wang Li's army.

The white-robed man had no time to react before he was pierced into a hedgehog by the black threads, immediately withering away. At the very last moment, his divine soul attached itself to his natal star, trying to flee.

"Good. When visitors come for a tour, I'll have Section Chief Yang charge an admission fee. We can't let them look for free, right?" Wu Di chimed in from behind.

"This... What is this going on? Could it be we've really encountered ghosts?!" Tanya exclaimed, staring in disbelief at the marks before her eyes.

"No, no!" Yan Yuanxun began to panic, never expecting that the biggest leverage he held over others would have utterly no effect! He struggled violently, trying to break free from his restraints.

Chen Xiangbei understood the principle that wealth should not be flaunted. While his realm was rapidly improving, it could also easily create unhealable rifts in the hearts of others. Yet the inner palace was like an airtight cage, and he had nowhere else to cultivate.

"Of course that's the case. I planned this meticulously! When I called you earlier, you were dragging your feet, but look at these people now—did I lie to you?" Lin Huang snorted.

Just as Fang Weiyu was about to catch up and question him, a layer of white mist suddenly drifted across the surface of the sea, seemingly wafting from the giant spirit turtle island ahead.

Jian Hongjun tried to step forward to help, but Jian Shuyue kicked him to the ground, leaving him unable to climb back up for a long time.

He didn't even need to think to know that if he failed to fulfill his promise before the new year, the villagers would mock him and Chen Xiuqing mercilessly.

When stir-frying dishes in those days, people would wrap chopsticks with an oil-soaked cloth and swipe it across the bottom of the wok. Being able to see even a tiny hint of grease was considered quite good.

[I'm sorry, Sister, I didn't mean to scare you.] The space spirit was also very innocent, never expecting it would frighten her.

At this time, the Pacifying Army's southward expedition to suppress bandits was a nationwide major maneuver, leaving no room for aristocratic clans to stir up trouble.

The top floor had been converted into a golf field, the verdant turf particularly crisp and refreshing in the cold night wind. At the moment, a few scions of wealthy families were playing golf in twos and threes, while the rest area was occupied by a single figure.