Chapter 36: I’ll Agree to Whatever You Ask

Gu Xiaomai lay prone on the branch of a Chinese pine, hacking away at a stray twig, the air filled with the "guigui" cries of the Red Phoenix.

She glanced over to see the bird puffing out its neck and chest, showing off the new, oversized bag she had made for it as it paraded before the pine tree. Gu Xiaomai wore a look of satisfaction.

Excellent, just like that!

In the future, whenever she traded for special liquids with it, it would be best if it used this bag—dozens of times larger than the previous one—to bring back nothing but purified fruits!

Clearing the pine tree...

Tao Xi looked up at the tightly shut door of the wooden cabin. Situated at the very center of the isolated island, it was no wonder the villagers of Huajiao had never discovered that someone was living in the trees.

He rose to his feet, his demeanor shifting so drastically that it left Ji Zihe and Qi Fu stunned.

Yet, anger aside, the Qin State made no move regarding the Mirage, for internal strife and rebellion had arrived alongside the death of Ying Zheng.

Still, the difference in elevation was not extreme; it was merely a slight deviation, and at a glance, the Ancient Continent appeared relatively flat.

The gates of St. Samuel's Cathedral were never locked at night, though the bishop and other clergy would leave to rest. Typically, only the duty priests and those night owls who preferred staying up late would be found in the cathedral in the dead of night.

Even though he was a human from a higher dimension, he was far too ordinary—a common life form—and possessed no qualifications to inherit a position in the Heavenly Dao.

By now, Vision had spotted Wang Yang behind him, but it was already too late to dodge.

Agamotto could hear the resolve in Wang Yang’s voice. Knowing there was no stopping him, he decided to see the sorcerer on his way.

In the world of painting, there had always been a rumor: the best painter is a dead one. First, art dealers could use a painter's death to drive up the value of their work. Second, since the artist was gone, no new works would appear; every piece sold was one less in existence, helping to maintain or even escalate the prices.

Bernadette slowly descended the stairs, passing Klein without pausing. She continued downward, speaking in a leisurely, gentle, yet indifferent tone.

As one of the three tyrants of Yue City, he was accustomed to running rampant, and few dared to speak to him in such a manner.

Martial arts are meant to curb violence. The Black Tortoise cultivated the martial path; his martial golden body, combined with the shell from his previous life, left him with few rivals among his peers. Moreover, his martial attacks were formidable. Furthermore, the true essence of the martial path he had comprehended was rooted in his past self; perhaps no one else could grasp the profound mysteries of the Black Tortoise better than he.

"Are you teasing me!" Mo Ya’s face instantly flushed, and she couldn't help but pinch Lin Yu’s waist hard.

At the same moment, two beams of golden light descended from the heavens—the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Beating Whip that Hongjun had brought forth to seal the gods. The appearance of these two treasures signaled the end of the Great Tribulation of the Investiture. When the items landed in Jiang Ziya’s arms, they caused little stir; by comparison, the sages were now far more concerned with the fragmentation of the Primordial World.

In an instant, a blood-red, round, and corpulent demon beast flew out, charging straight toward Guo Hetu and Liu Tianba.

After stepping into the Daluo realm, Six-Ears had comprehended the Law of Combat. Naturally bellicose, this law suited him perfectly. With it, his combat prowess could surge exponentially, and he proved adept at mastering it. He had now reached the late stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.

Later, he finally found eternal rest in the Chaodong Mausoleum near the City of Sleeplessness, never again having to endure the blood, carnage, and treacherous schemes of the martial world.

"The scouts we sent out early on—the last distress signal they sent came from down there!" Golden Leaf said, pointing toward the deep, shadowed valley at the base of the cliff.

It wasn't that Qin Zhiheng hadn't noticed the earth-shattering arrow fired from the *Fuyu*; he had simply assumed the target was his master, the Blood Demon Hu Tianyu.