Volume 1, Chapter 50: Cold Dignity Transformed into Burning Strength

In less than a day, Tang San found himself confined within a dark and damp prison cell, surrounded by a sickening stench of decay. Water stains on the walls twisted like winding serpents, gleaming with an eerie luster in the dim light.

His body leaned limply against the freezing stone wall, his limbs tightly bound by heavy iron chains that emitted a harsh, grating sound with every slight movement.

The wounds on his body were like ferocious monsters, wantonly devouring his vitality; had it not been for the sustaining power of the Blue Silver Emperor martial soul, those wounds would surely have rotted away.

His blood had long since dried, forming dark brown, hardened crusts on his clothes that stuck fast to the torn fabric, so that every time he stirred...

The deposed Empress of the Chen family fancied that she had hidden her selfish motives well, little knowing that everyone in the palace was well aware of her schemes.

"Old Steward, you are right." Hearing the old steward's words, Bai Rulong burst into a hearty laugh, a smile breaking across his face.

Having walked this path for decades, Lady Han had accompanied the Empress Dowager through the struggles for favor, through childbirth, and from the rear courtyard all the way into the Eastern Palace to become the Empress. She had stayed by the Empress Dowager's side until only she remained as her most intimate confidante.

The solid mineral wall was instantly pierced through by his strike, opening up a hole just large enough for a person to pass through. Feng Mu stepped right in.

Xiao Yan's figure slowly descended. A moment later, however, the corner of his eye swept across a certain spot amid the ruins below. Letting out a cry of surprise, his figure then soared away toward those ruins.

The so-called water dungeon was actually an enclosed cell featuring a deep pool of water inside, surrounded by bronze pillars to prevent the prisoners from escaping.

Clearly, the Empress had not expected the plot to unfold this way, nor had she anticipated that Ye Lanmo would dismantle the stage she had so carefully set right in front of everyone. Rage flared within her heart, but she could say nothing, forced instead to wear a stiff expression and squeeze out a smile.

The corpse trees growing upon this mountain of corpses were a bizarre species existing somewhere between life and death, and the Jing beasts were undoubtedly living creatures as well, acting as obstacles blocking Shuixin from achieving her goal.

Ah well—she had had to tell a boldfaced lie right to this brother of hers, but what else could she do? Tell him she had married the Prince of Li just to escape this ancient era? No one would believe such a thing anyway, and besides, if she were to speak the truth, how devastating a blow would it be to the Guo family?

The sect master of the Southern Profound Sect had never expected such an incident to occur within the auction house. Furious, he issued a strict command: the Southern Profound Sect's remaining ten billion in free capital was to be thrown into it entirely.

The figure gave no reply, only gazing coldly at Shen Cong, or rather, staring at him without the slightest trace of emotion, like a frigid, lifeless object. Shen Cong shouted a few more times, yet still received no response, prompting a suspicion to involuntarily rise in his mind.

It was a brilliant golden lotus; with every step he took, another lotus would bloom anew, until a grand avenue of golden light formed across the void, exsetting the monk at its center.

Relatively speaking, wild oxen lacked the mobility of horses. Yet given the current scarcity of horses, wild oxen were undoubtedly the best alternative.

Right at that moment, Li凡 also vanished from where he stood. Vaulting into the air, he leaped onto the rooftop, treading across the tiles all the way forward. Just by standing up there, he could overlook the situation in the back courtyard.

Qian Tian dun chose not to remain at the headquarters today, opting instead to command from the front lines. Sitting in the rear was something he neither enjoyed nor excelled at; it was far better to leave that to Yan Chujie to manage.

Li Fan felt a secret jolt of alarm. It seemed the innkeeper's cultivation was superior to this man's. His thoughts racing, Li Fan nonetheless stepped closer to the man.

"Why is it that every time I die in the river, I never quite die completely, and am still left with my consciousness..." Li Fan shook his head helplessly, spun around in place, and was suddenly startled out of his wits.

"Quite interesting!" Sensing the commotion outside, the Chicken Leg Demon Emperor within the tavern shifted his gaze, spat out those words, and immediately burst into a meaningful smile as he observed the appearance of the Qingshan Demon Emperor.

Seeing this, Peng Youming knew the act had gone awry; he could only stamp his feet, heave a heavy sigh, turn around, and walk away.

Or rather, Zhang Yun ought to thank the "Great System," because had the "Great System" not transported him into this space in the nick of time, he would likely still be trapped in that dark, terrifying expanse at this very moment, suffering the gnawing attacks of ghosts and spirits.

Regardless, Wu Ming kept this goodwill in mind and, accompanied by James amidst the viscount's farewells, departed the venue.

Ji Chang, however, did not encourage ordinary citizens to take up arms on their own accord. In his view, going to the battlefield was the duty of the regular army; if citizens were conscripted into the ranks, that was one thing, but the responsibility of those not conscripted lay in production on the home front.

Without pressing the matter further, Misono Seiichiro nodded slightly, turned directly, got into his car, and drove away.

Otherwise, given their deep-seated hatred for Dugu Ao, there was no guarantee that the moment Wu Ming turned his back, the man's corpse would not have been pulverized to ash and every last drop of utility wrung out of it.

Su Lixue was well aware of his own neurosis, but that ball of restless fire was something he could not swallow back unless he vented it.

The zombie that looked like a youth had an intact and clean body, missing neither arms nor legs, nor was its belly torn open; its complexion was merely bluish-black, with bloodstains smudged across its clothes.

In truth, Wang Wenyu did not know for certain that the child was truly his. He only thought that regardless of whose child Wen Luoming was carrying, she now belonged to him, and he would regard any child she bore as his own flesh and blood—which was why he spoke as he did. Had Wen Luoming bothered to ask one more question, she would have understood his intent.

"Principal, do the matters concerning Xu Maofu and Zheng Yi require continued investigation?" Chen Lifu lowered his voice to ask for instructions.

"Are you referring to the State Planning Committee of the former Soviet Union? To my knowledge, only the planning committee of the former Soviet Union in human history ever wielded such immense power," Styler said, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

With a thunderous shout, Lin Yun transformed into a dragon once more, plunging into the thunder clouds where he swam freely about.

Only then did Li Ze and Gan Baobao realize that this miraculous vital life essence liquid was actually an upgraded version of the quantum apple drink.

My fingers clenched tightly around the iron shaft, and I instantly picked up the blood-stained arrow from the ground, aiming it straight at his chest.

The citizens of the Hua nation were instantly reassured. Their attention then shifted to the twenty thousand career positions Lin Yu had mentioned.

This was Moling, the capital of the Tianche Dynasty. And the place they had come to was the finest restaurant in Moling, the First-Class Pavilion.