Chapter 36: Shen Suinian Climbs the Mountain Regardless of Life or Death

The bound man was covered in wounds, yet he kept his teeth clenched and did not utter a word.

Zhou Zhihan raised a brow. “Brother Sui Nian, look. This man’s mouth is really hard—he can endure more than the one from March.”

Left with no choice, he moved closer to the man’s mouth, narrowing his eyes to slits as he quietly surveyed the road ahead.

Lin Feng glanced up at Tang Wulie, only to find that the latter’s gaze was fixed entirely on Li Qing. Li Qing, for her part, wore an expression of utter disgust. Lin Feng coughed twice before continuing.

Li Qing gave a sinister laugh and flicked Bai Ling’er’s sword aside with one finger. She then swiftly widened the distance between them. The bell on her wrist jingled softly, and suddenly a large number of corpse-men surged out of the coffin, surrounding Bai Ling’er. Bai Ling’er frowned.

“Damn, you’ve got so little backbone, yet you still have the nerve to provoke my master? You’d be better off dead than keeping that life of yours!” Seeing this, the Hound King gave a contemptuous snort, shook the blood from its claws, and returned to Wang Kai’s side.

The situation left Mu Sanniang’s mind completely stalled. For a moment, she could not keep up with the pace of events and simply froze in midair.

Actually, the Flying Fish Dagger was not a particularly difficult magical treasure to refine. The crucial factor was the material. In the cultivation world, the Flying Fish Dagger was nothing remarkable—just an ordinary item found everywhere. On Earth, however, it was an exceptionally fine weapon.

After the remaining two hundred or so Chaos Spirit Tempering Stones had all been opened, everyone stood rooted to the spot, utterly dumbfounded.

Bamboo TV had always enjoyed an enormous number of viewers, with many live-streaming rooms boasting hundreds of thousands of users online.

But at that very moment, a black shadow suddenly came hurtling down through the air, accompanied by a rush of wind, crashing toward Mu Ningyou and Ye Fei.

Lin Feng did not answer. Instead, he unleashed a fiery whirlwind imbued with a tremor-like force. Liu Changfeng, standing nearby, was also slightly startled as he stared in surprise at Lin Feng and his companion.

Hanyue poured the boiled wine into the vessel. Distracted for a moment, she let a drop splash onto her finger, scalding it.

The two entered the tent. Ming Lu had already had breakfast prepared and was waiting there. When he saw Hanyue, he was so shocked that he could not speak.

“Your Majesty, I had this prepared especially for you. Please have a taste and see whether it suits you.” Nanzi placed the clay pot on the low table with a bright smile.

Then she felt the viscous fluid slide, drop by drop, from the back of her neck down her back, soaking through the white lace blouse that accentuated her elegance. It trickled all the way down before winding its way onto the yellowing grass.

Anyone with eyes could see how delighted and triumphant Emperor Yuanwu was. The Third Prince regretted it so deeply that his intestines turned green; he had never imagined that after Wang Jiannan’s death, Tie Rou would suddenly appear.

“Mother, I’m hungry. Let’s go. I heard there’s a restaurant nearby with excellent food.” Xia Qingxiao rubbed her growling stomach. After wandering around all morning, she was truly hungry. She had only drunk a bowl of porridge after waking up, and although she had bought some pastries and fruit along the way, she was still famished.

When Xiao Zitian walked out of the Xiao family home, reporters instantly surrounded her. She remained silent, doing nothing but continually dodging the flashing cameras.

Ling Xiquan paid no attention to the sarcasm in those words. After thinking for a moment, she asked him about something she herself cared deeply about.

Hanyue was slender and could not rely on strength to win, so Chidi had specifically taught her how to exploit the weaknesses of the human body when attacking.

“Young Master, are those their people?” The three horses formed a triangular formation. One of the middle-aged men riding a fine steed at the rear looked at Yiyan and the others, his eyes growing solemn. Seeing how many of them there were, he respectfully asked the lord before them about their master.