Chapter 52: Whom to Arrest?

Meng Xueyi froze in place while holding the pastries, feeling her heart turn as icy as the once-steaming pastries on the tray just moments ago.

What were the people from the Ministry of Punishments doing here? Could Cheng Cai have betrayed her and confessed?

No, absolutely not... He wouldn't be that foolish.

Comforting herself, she handed the pastries to a servant and feigned composure as she stood beside Meng Lan, waiting for the arrival of the officials from the Ministry of Punishments.

Not far away, a few figures dressed in dark black official robes walked slowly toward them. By some coincidence, they were the exact same men from last time.

Meng Lan's brow twitched. "Gentlemen, to what do I owe the...?"

The leading official stepped forward, cupped his fists, and smiled.

"Lord Meng is a busy man, and we wouldn't want to delay your precious—"

Wu Fan dug into his pocket and pulled out a few loose coins, just about enough to buy three large bowls of cheap instant noodles at a convenience store.

"Knowing you were wrong is good enough. Earlier, you rendered meritorious service and immediately demanded a reward from this servant. Now that you have committed an offense, this servant is punishing you. Only then is justice served, am I right?" Zhou An's words carried a somewhat sinister undertone.

There was indeed truth to those words. Kong Ji had already missed the optimal window for a counterattack. If he refused to concede defeat, he would inevitably be trapped in an illusion, plunging into the Netherworld Purgatory to endure trials of life and death. At this sight, Qiu Daoren and the others wore bitter expressions, all sighing in unison. Yet before their sighs had even faded, a muffled bang echoed as Gao Gan delivered a heavy punch straight into Kong Ji's left shoulder.

When Hua Tian took another step forward, a sudden, piercing agony surged through his mind. The pain struck so abruptly that it caused him to faint instantly, collapsing onto the stone steps.

This was related to the "Source Fusion Degree"—a term Wu Fan had coined for his own condition. To put it simply, after utilizing the ability of a certain system, the source energy used to trigger that specific ability would leave a residual trace within his own body, or perhaps more accurately, within his "source," where it was recorded by his memory.

"Good child, don't be like this. These uncles will be leaving soon. Be a good girl and wait just a little longer!" Her mother said gently, stroking Bai's head.

The boy looked at the dead Kyubey in his hands. The lifeless Kyubey dissolved into light and merged into His body.

A quarter of an hour later, Chen Xiao opened his eyes. At the same time, he caught sight of Xu Daozi and the others gathered around him.

She walked down the stairs, twenty burly men closing in around her like stars surrounding the moon. At that moment, she looked once more like an immortal descended to the mortal realm, inspiring an involuntary sense of reverence and adoration in all who beheld her.

This explanation utterly failed to satisfy the viewers in the livestream, but in order to maintain a sense of mystery, Jiutian deliberately kept them hanging.

Just as the spear tip was about to pierce Fang Zheng's heart, Fang Zheng suddenly moved. With a gentle sway to the side, he reached out and casually pinched two fingers together, actually catching the razor-sharp blade mid-thrust.

This arrangement suited Aunt Mo wonderfully. Wang Yong had no parents, leaving only her as an elder in the household, and with dutiful children and respectful grandchildren around her, she lived here with absolute contentment and peace of mind.

The leaders of these two major sects had already communicated in advance. Should the Great Ming Dynasty suffer defeat, they would immediately make their move to seize the credit of the vanguard. By presenting heads before Empress Ma, they would secure promotions and noble titles in the days to come.

This place appeared to be a massive tunnel, and after walking for who knows how long, the group finally emerged into a pristine white room.

"Hehe, wake him up first!" Fang Zheng chuckled, pulling out a water flask and a medicinal pill, which he then fed to Shen Chao.

Because when all is said and done, no matter how fearless a person claims to be regarding death, they will never willingly trade their life merely for the chance to slash someone else.

The second high-value product was a digital surveillance security camera. Currently, this camera stood as the high-end monitoring device with the highest pixel count and finest imaging quality in the entire world.

I was flushed with anger, thinking to myself how those two could have simply abandoned me. Didn't we agree to ascend together?

This time, the Village Hidden in the Sound did not send any participants, so the final number of survivors was somewhat smaller than in the original story.

In merely an instant, the hound was riddled with holes like a wasp's nest, its spiritual energy leaking away continuously like a punctured balloon.

What Lin Xiageng and the others did not know was that one of the Level 7 ability users had already been eliminated by another competing team.

The moment the tip of his shoe touched the continent, Fan Li knew that the magic sustaining this land originated from the primordial era.

Finding it exceedingly difficult to break free from the sea of clouds, the three discovered that Qingqiu had fled even further away, making tracking them nearly impossible.

There were a total of 100 supply packages, two of which were located nearby, with the closest merely seven or eight kilometers away.

Officer Song stood up with trembling legs and shouted to those around him, "Right now, immediately, bury this well!" Seeing the people around me, I knew they must have laid eyes on *that* thing.

Instead of answering immediately, he looked toward Wang Hu and solemnly posed a question.

Everyone ceased their cultivation, immediately springing to their feet to re-inspect their equipment and make all necessary preparations for battle.

"No need to worry, I'm already up." A beauty with flowing red hair like blazing fire, a scorching figure, and two-handed longswords strapped to her back walked onto the deck with sleep-heavy eyes.

"Damn it, it's not always good for the netherworld to resemble the realm of the living; otherwise, why would souls feel pain upon landing?" That was my initial thought. After cursing this place multiple times for being too much like the mortal world—which struck me as somewhat amusing—my waking senses finally cleared as I opened my eyes.

Even so, she glared fiercely at the River Lord. With Lin Tian present, it was inconvenient for her to deal with this old man right now, but once Lin Tian was gone, she would definitely settle the score.

In a flash, just as Gu Tianchuan approached Ye Ling, only a lingering afterimage of Ye Ling remained in that spot.

A piece of advice: do not plunge too deeply into the whirlpool. Having one's life beyond personal control is ultimately a painful existence.

With a resounding crash, Grandpa Hui collapsed to the ground, and my heart fell right along with him. At this moment, could there possibly be any turning point? Why was Master remaining so calm?

Gonggong's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He stared at Ancestral Witch Houtu—who wore a grave expression as she continuously gathered her vital essence and primordial spirit to sense the distant realm—his face a mask of intense excitement and incomprehension.

Today, the final missing sword among the four swords of the Immortal Execution Sword Formation, lost in the outside world, was finally claimed by the fatty. The moment the Immortal Sinking Sword arrived in his grasp, right as the fatty was preparing to depart immediately, a heaven-shaking transformation violently erupted within his purple mansion.

"Senior, you must be the Patriarch River Styx, the leader of our Shura Sect lineage. This junior, Liu Zhiqiang, pays respects to the Patriarch and wishes him boundless longevity and dominance over the Divine Land." Enduring all manner of inner discomfort, Liu Zhiqiang forced a smiling, enthusiastic expression and asked with feigned excitement.

The head of the Chen family was nearly angered to the point of vomiting blood. His full-strength strike had been deflected away so effortlessly by his opponent—how could he not spit blood? His face turned extremely grim, his eyes blazing with fury, yet he was completely powerless to act.

He glanced behind him and spotted a sheer precipice shrouded in boundless white clouds, fathomless and leading to an unknown destination, though the spiritual energy there was exceptionally rich.