Volume One, Chapter 36: Kneel Down and Beg

Shen Nanyue frowned upon hearing this, her hands clenching into fists; it was clear she was enduring an intense internal struggle.

The Jade Emperor was overjoyed. Master Xu had always been his trusted strategist, but having spent years traveling abroad, he had been absent for a long time, leaving the Emperor unsure of how to proceed on many matters. Now that Master Xu had returned, the Jade Emperor once again had a capable assistant at his side.

Among those present, many were hostile toward the Savior’s Guild, but only a handful held a true, deep-seated vendetta against them. As the man who had led the Mutual Aid Society to defect from the alliance and had even participated in plotting assassinations, he was undoubtedly the one harboring the greatest hatred.

A-Bao was still lost in his own admiration when, receiving no response from his senior brother Shi Gandang for a long while, he looked over in confusion. Upon seeing his brother lost in a daze, he was left speechless with frustration.

The youth hoped—they were the hope of the Western Border city! They were the hope of the Great Yong Dynasty! Like rising stars, they were ascending, destined to eventually unleash a brilliance all their own.

For one thing, Wei Gong had changed his stance and wished to witness the confrontation between Fusang and the Fallen Star Sect with his own eyes. At the same time, they could perfectly balance the strength of both sides, ensuring that while the Fallen Star Sect was destroyed, the main force of the Fusang professionals would also be completely annihilated, leaving them unable to pose any threat in the future.

When Ron entered, dozens of servants were busy organizing trade goods. Upon seeing their master return, they hurriedly stepped forward to pay their respects.

Chen Xuanzang removed his bamboo hat, revealing his shaven head. He shook off his robe, dragged his nine-ringed pewter staff behind him, and walked straight to the entrance of the house. Seeing the door left ajar, he did not dare to enter uninvited. After waiting for a moment, an old man emerged, wearing prayer beads around his neck and chanting "Amitabha," intending to close the door.

According to the rules from before the rebirth: one could activate the system and become a professional by independently killing ten walking corpses or any single beast from the Twilight Plane.

Xiao Zhan's temperament had undergone a significant change following his drastic ups and downs; he preferred to climb slowly from here, using hardship to temper himself, starting from the very bottom as a mere mortal.

The man was currently deep in passion, his mind occupied entirely by thoughts of his upcoming exploits, and he felt no sense of impending danger. In the next instant, Gao Yang’s spear pierced directly through his skull.

Madam Cao threw open the central gates to receive the imperial edict, yet she did not wear the prescribed formal robes of a noblewoman, nor did she wear the usual white mourning dress. Instead, she was dressed in agile trousers covered by a white, cloak-like garment. There was sorrow on her face and redness in her eyes, but above all, she exuded a sense of beautiful, heroic spirit.

"Gu sorcery?" I thought of Elder Shi. Gu sorcery was indeed extremely mysterious and bizarre, yet undeniably powerful. After all, it was so sinister, giving one the feeling that it was ever-changing; you would never even know when you had been poisoned by it.

On this day, ten figures sweeping across the horizon finally slowed and descended above a sea of forest. Simultaneously, their gazes fixed on the distance, where a figure sat quietly in meditation, black hair fluttering in the gentle breeze.

"Grandfather..." Liu Xinyue looked at Su Zhonghong's eyes, which seemed to have aged five years; they were dense with wrinkles, etched with the vicissitudes of time.

Huo Lei and his companion were in a rocky cave no more than a hundred square meters in size. The cave was damp, with water dripping from the rocks above. Huo Lei guessed that they might well be directly beneath the river in the canyon.

The sacrificial rites involving these bronze pillars made some sense, though using human blood for such offerings was rather malicious.

However, the expression on Ning Rui’s face began to change, turning quite grave. His complexion was flushed so deeply it seemed blood might drip from it, and his breathing was heavy; it was clear beyond doubt that he was being affected by the dragon-ketone molecules.