Day 30

It was not until the last class of the afternoon that I began to feel a tinge of unease, as Li Hua had yet to send me any word of progress. Yu Caiwei and Zhong Tianya watched me in silence, seemingly waiting to see how I would handle this mess. Meanwhile, Yebai had entered a miraculous state; the primary-level domain granted by the system task automatically expanded, absorbing the blood and souls of all the exotic beasts Yebai slaughtered.

Murong Yongchun was charging toward me, carrying my father, whose chest had been pierced by a Finnish cavalry saber, his shirt already soaked in blood. Without a master at the Deity Transformation stage stepping in, their actions would surely incite public outrage. Initially, she had no intention of staying long, as there was no place she dared to linger. Yet, she gradually discovered that the Lan Kingdom was a nation almost entirely cut off from the rest of the world.

One must realize that the mere existence of Qiu Tian was already difficult for people to accept, but this Wang Xi was undoubtedly even more formidable. On this merit alone, Jiang Fan had achieved a truly great feat. At this moment, the Demon Lord and Zhuiye finally realized the terror of the rebellion; such gruesome fratricide exceeded all their imaginations. Even with their preemptive precautions, it seemed that without them, the greater part of the Demon Realm would have fallen in a mere blink of an eye.

Auntie Lan sat motionless like a wooden statue beside Ling Xue’er’s bed; her expression had not changed throughout everything that had transpired. Even so, the storm-like slashes of Nie Qilin’s left-handed blade still made me feel the shadow and terror of death.

The immense size of the object was not what was truly astonishing; it was the complete set of fiery-red knight’s armor and the water-blue spear attached to it, radiating the elemental fluctuations and alluring luster of top-tier magical equipment, making one’s heart race uncontrollably. Trapped within the barrier, Li Daoran showed no sign of panic or worry. He looked at the thirteen cultivators before him, in no rush to strike.

Dozens of pterosaurs, unable to dodge in time, were instantly engulfed in flames. Emitting strange cries, their bodies wreathed in fire and plumes of blue smoke, they tumbled from mid-air to the ground. Some perished immediately, while others lay severely wounded, struggling and screaming on the ground. As for the matter of Longhu Mountain, despite Ye Yan’s earnest assurances, Hu Mei’er, though occasionally naive, was no fool; there was no way he could change her mind.

"Almost forgot." Tongtong, ever obedient to the Master of Reincarnation, retracted her snowy-white wings.

Although Green River Tribute Wine was a long-established, prestigious enterprise in Hunan Province, its business had been overtaken by companies like Liquor-Ghost Wine and Liuyang River over the past decade, leaving it barely able to sustain itself. The inherited memories told the two of them that this weak, wretched, triangular-eyed fellow, who had just been promoted to the low-grade Profound stage, was now their Senior Martial Brother.

"You show-off, dare you talk back? It seems I really need to give you a good lesson today. You show-off, if I don’t discipline you for a day, your skin starts itching!" Leng Feifei said, glaring at Ye Long.

Yet, her concern was met with a sudden, solemn expression of gratitude from Jian Chen, which left her stunned.

"Excellent! Our purpose in coming to China is to promote the prestige of our nation. Since this Tang Ming is the number one among the younger generation of the Chinese martial arts world, I shall defeat him in front of all my compatriots."

Pang De was quite dashing in appearance; it was no wonder this peer looked at least much more handsome than Guan Xiao. This was not a major issue, but had you not noticed that this news story appeared quite suspiciously? How could that problematic driver possibly have the influence to mobilize so many media outlets to speak for him?

Ten days later, Guan Xiao used the excuse of being summoned by his parents at home to resign from the Wen City Cultivation Hall, and used this as a pretext to have the hall issue a certificate for study abroad. It was no wonder Daoist De Yi was speechless; the movements his "disciple" had just performed were clearly a set of techniques honed through thousands of tempered practices. To suggest that a young man like Guan Xiao had realized these on his own... that would be truly ghostly.

"Please, Ancestor Yan, explain the situation to the junior disciples," Daoist Zhang said, nodding to the old Daoist on his right.

"China Runhua Industrial Group." Elder Xie was quite blunt in bestowing a state-owned title upon himself.

Political struggle and international public opinion had become one with him; aside from the resignation of the American President, the only thing he held in his grasp was a nation pulled back from the brink of death. Moreover, they hoped that the U.S. and the Soviet Union could join forces to suppress the internal problems of the Mediterranean Alliance.

Indeed, as the mysterious demonic shadow reached the finale of its dance, an incredibly astonishing scene emerged.

As soon as Tony finished speaking, someone immediately clamored. The reason for such clamor was partly the arguments he raised, and partly because he needed to curry favor with his current master. Just as Su Qi had anticipated, when he turned around, that severed head launched a sneak attack at him.

However, could he bear to let her marry someone who might not live for another six months or a year, leaving her to spend the rest of her life in lonely, sorrowful widowhood?

Without resolving the hundred-thousand-strong coalition and the flame demons of Soul-Devouring Mountain, without finding a location with a concentration of demonic energy that suited him, or without collecting enough magic crystals, Xiao Nu had no way to continue his cultivation. Even staying in Equality Village every day left him feeling restless. After all, he had never forgotten his original intent for entering the Haoran Realm.

Then, Xiao Donglou and his two companions seized the opportunity to lead men into the main courtyard, destroying the restrictions outside the nutrient pod and carrying it away. Before this, following the Sunflower being instantly killed by the Leopard, even Jian Ming had died on the arena stage.

"Encounters are always accidental. Mei Ziyan meeting Mu Cheng seems like a calamity, and meeting the Mute Slave seems like fate, but in truth, it is not entirely so," Min Siku said.

Mo Wu reached out to receive the zither; her five slender, pale fingers brushed the strings. The zither strings trembled, and the zither held by Mo Wu over there vibrated in unison.

In the critical moment, had it not been for the Great Elder Zhou turning the tide by casting a unique divine ability to subdue all those ferocious dragons and snakes, the already shattered protective array of Asking Heaven Peak would never have withstood the several rounds of violent attacks from the dragons and snakes, and ninety percent of the disciples of the Blood Underworld Sect below the Nascent Soul stage would inevitably have been buried in the snakes' bellies.