Volume 1, Chapter 46: Wounded and Unconscious

Shen Nanxing's face was contorted in agony, beads of sweat slowly oozing out from his forehead.

"Ah... let go..."

Jiang Jinshu sneered and lifted his foot.

"Someone come, replace everything in this room."

With that, she strode outside. It was a good thing Qinghe was clever; after administering the medicine last night, she had moved Shen Nanxing to the side chamber. Otherwise, had he suffered incontinence in the bedchamber, she feared she would have had to change courtyards.

Shen Nanxing lay flat on the ground, watching helplessly as Jiang Jinshu stepped out of his field of vision.

Much like the forest before my eyes, if one ventures about one kilometer inward toward the left, numerous squirrels and pheasants can be found among the branches, while wild hares preparing for hibernation can be seen everywhere in the grass between the tree trunks.

Following the deaths of Ke Daming and Luo Tianxi, Qimao and Hongmei believed their killing could finally come to an end. From the very beginning, they had had no desire to take lives; it was simply that Ke Daming and Luo Tianxi had provoked them and, foolishly courting their own doom, attempted to hunt down the spider spirit, thereby bringing about their own destruction.

It feels like this person has something wrong with his head. When analyzing problems, he appears exceptionally smart, but the moment someone tells him something, he becomes as foolish as a diamond-VIP-level absolute moron.

Thinking of the peerless powerhouse back in the rear mountain capable of slaying the Everlasting Night Shudder, the undulating chest of Wan Jianquan gradually calmed down.

The man was abruptly interrupted, the intense flames of desire in the depths of his eyes forcefully suppressed.

Under his furious assault, his very first move had injured me. If this continued, I would surely be beaten to death by him.

Yet, according to the Venerable Tongtian, this fellow was merely a treasure-hoarding immortal. His actual strength was likely mediocre at best, his capabilities amounting to nothing more than possessing a greater abundance of magical artifacts.

"His bloodline is not the slightest bit weaker than that Heavenly Punishment Divine Son." The fellow called King Qi also turned his head to look over, a trace of apprehension lingering in his eyes. Being fellow quasi-sages, the Divine Son Cangling could cry him with a single palm strike.

Dozens of people holding torches received the general's command and immediately prepared to hurl the torches in their hands toward the front doors of the inn.

The gap in cultivation realms creates a disparity in spiritual energy levels, and the spiritual energy level is the primary factor determining combat effectiveness. Consequently, ninety-nine percent of the time, a cultivator of a higher realm can effortlessly crush one of a lower realm.

He took a breath, his abdomen swelling like a ball, and then exhaled, spitting out the [Contemplation of Freedom Sarira].

"Step down!" Tan Jia's plea for leniency had failed, leaving him somewhat discouraged, though it did not affect his grand scheme.

As Lu Jian pondered to himself, he began to inquire of this True Disciple of the Dragon and Tiger Sect regarding Heavenly Slaughter and the Prince of Chengdu.

Fang Zheng couldn't be bothered to think about it. Returning to the mountain was returning to the mountain; going back to Seize-Heaven Peak to live the life of a salted fish was quite nice—eating meals cooked by Senior Brother Zhu every day and basking in the sun.

The thought of how heartbroken Le'er would have been had she sneaked away by herself all those years ago gave one a clear sense of what was currently passing through the minds of Shen Qingling and the Empress Dowager Cixiao.

Mount Qingcheng is one of the birthplaces of Taoism, dotted with countless Taoist temples, and can be considered Taoist territory. Yet the Buddhist Puzhao Temple was able to establish itself there; the delicate dynamics behind this need no elaboration.

Later, in the late Song Dynasty, the martial arts grandmaster 'Gongyang Yu' comprehended three mental cultivation methods from it, which subsequently spanned the ancient and modern eras.

Those below the Hearing-Knowledge Realm are incapable of traversing the void in flight. Even when facing enemies numbering in the tens or hundreds of thousands, the only ones who can actually make contact with him in the end are the few directly in front of him.

The surroundings were draped in semi-transparent red bed curtains, with a soft and comfortable bright red bedsheet in the center, exuding an aura of infinite allure.

As for Su Yingxue, a bitter smile played in her heart. She had never expected that even after this man passed away, having driven her to distraction during his life, he was still finding ways to make her suffer.

"Everyone, now that we are free from the threat of the Book of Life and Death, I believe you no longer need to be afraid. The Undead Monarch cannot be easily summoned through such means to be slain; help me find the Undead Monarch with all your might, and when the time comes, this Palace Master will send him on his way!" Lin Dong said in a deep voice.

"Thanks to Brother Luo, otherwise things wouldn't have gone so smoothly." Li Zhongqing let out a long breath of relief, casting a secretly awed glance at the several stone coffins that had already been more than half opened.