Volume One, Chapter 25: The Soul-Devouring Banner That Needs to Hibernate

A myriad of conflicting emotions spurred Shen Rusong onward. Although he knew that going would likely yield no benefit, he still clung to a sliver of hope: what if he really could retrieve the watch?

Shiguan and Qinnan He looked at her with expressions of indescribable peculiarity, as if they had something to say but were holding back.

Jiang Dao grabbed the Samsara Demon Lord by the ankle, swung him around like a scarecrow, and slammed him violently against the ground with a thunderous roar.

The turret responded instantly. The taciturn crew members immediately understood the commander's intent, and even the coaxial machine gun, which had been firing continuously, fell silent.

If the three of you feel there is too much risk and do not wish to go to the Yagyu family estate, I am willing to forgo this mission with you.

From that point on, this place became a land of sin, isolated from the Three Thousand Worlds, known only to the gods who had participated in the war and survived.

But when he heard the summary, the expression on his face began to grow increasingly puzzled.

The scorching wind whipped against Wang Yuan’s cheeks like blades, yet it could not break his calm, water-like composure. Watching the low-level cultivator guards pacing back and forth below, his grip on his longsword tightened.

The native inhabitants of White Dragon Town were, without exception, manifestations of medicinal pills, each sporting different colors and patterns on their bodies.

Sengoku wondered why Su Yu was so obsessed with the concept of wishes. Could his fruit be a wish-granting fruit of some kind?

However, in Lord Sangyang’s dictionary of life, he would rather betray the world than let the world betray him.

Previously, Wei Yao had been a teacher whom Yang Feng respected; his feelings toward her were primarily those of reverence and gratitude. But now, there was an added layer of deep, heartfelt affection.

"Boom!" The Seventh-Stage Saint Realm energy detonated, and the giant golden eagle could offer no resistance; its entire body burst apart, scattering into countless fragments of flesh.

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After Feng Qitian regained his composure, he glanced at me from the side, a look of astonishment freezing on his face as he stared straight at me.

Clearly, in their eyes, the value of a Seventh-Stage pill formula was simply too high. Under such circumstances, using it as a wager against Xiao Ming seemed far too reckless.

"For now, we must keep them detained. Once we have finished our business at the true Sacred Temple, we will release them," he added.

This decadence disgusted me and deepened my resentment toward the Nether Lord, especially when I saw his intoxicated state. I longed for the Peach Banquet to arrive quickly—though, perhaps, this wasn't entirely a bad thing; it meant that aside from my body, the Nether Lord had no opportunity to concern himself with other matters.

Upon hearing Zhao Fan's words, Ye Wushuang’s delicate frame trembled violently, her face turning deathly pale.

Xiao Ming did not make a grand spectacle; he merely informed Sikong Yanliang before departing the Heaven Profound Continent.

There was a deeper layer of meaning to it, though few were capable of seeing through it.

A few minutes later, Liu Ermao finished painting the characters with oil paint, even drawing a bright red circle around them. When Han Yunfan stepped closer to look, he was nearly struck dumb: Liu Ermao had actually painted a massive character for "Demolish" on his wall.

"Did a stone hit me? Wasn't it that Divine General who struck me?" I looked at Dunzi, confused. "And then what happened? What about that Taoist?" "Later, that Taoist, I don't know how, but he started vomiting blood while reciting his incantations."

Just as I was grieving, the man in the room suddenly began to shout. The voice sounded so anxious—what on earth could have happened to cause such distress?

Huo Mian never answered her directly, instead deflecting with pleasantries, and after some aimless chatter, claimed she was tired and wanted to sleep.

He had always assumed that perhaps something about him had truly attracted Princess Xiu, or that she had some other ulterior motive for being so intimate with him.

"Positions everyone! Do what you're supposed to do; don't give yourselves away," the village chief immediately relayed the order to the villagers.

***

"Big Brother, when are we going to visit my master?" Liu Zhi asked. His chubby, flushed cheeks held a hint of stubbornness; it was clear he had made a firm decision.

"The Nine Profound Cold Pulse Physique... Could it be that legendary, inescapable terminal illness? The records in the medical texts... they were actually true?" the red-robed old man suddenly exclaimed in shock.

"Uncle Li, what's wrong? Is someone planning to open a factory on our land?" Han Yunfan asked, puzzled.

Would he blame me later for not saving people? Besides, this is our business; it doesn't seem to have anything to do with her, does it?

Seeing that Xia Tian had already hung up the phone, Li Zhenhua began to report on the recent progress of the security company.

He Yue finally had a good night's sleep. These past few days in S Province, he had barely been awake, and only when playing with Gao Qiqi could he truly relax. He had no time to rest otherwise. Perhaps Gao Qiqi was still looking for him; he hadn't received a call from her in days, and He Yue actually missed the girl.

"Haha, Xia Fan, you certainly didn't disappoint me." Zhang Xinmin approached Xia Fan and patted him gently on the shoulder.

The Guide Envoy exchanged a few words with the middle-aged man before returning to the ruined plaza, while the middle-aged man led Xiao Fan and the others toward the ancient mining area. The cultivators dared not speak, following the man in silence. A day later, they finally reached the ancient mining area.

Ke Han had many questions that needed answering, but he hadn't expected trouble to strike the "Yuexiu Pavilion" first.