Volume 1, Chapter 58: Do Quality Men Lack Sincerity?

Calamity is a master, and since it has not yet reached the point of military formation suppression, he still retains his inner vital energy. Thanks to his formidable strength, he managed to save quite a few high-level practitioners of the Howling Moon Dynasty from perishing.

It was not until Lin Mo's footsteps had completely faded away that Danzo finally let out a long breath, his body relaxing significantly.

A brand-new language was also implanted into Zhang Zhi's mind, but it was ambiguous and vague; he only vaguely grasped some pronunciations and meanings, far from complete.

Abruptly shouldering the responsibility of imparting knowledge, resolving doubts, and teaching the path, Meng Jie inexplicably felt an immense pressure weighing down on her.

It must be said that Xu Yifan was truly a veteran who had spent years struggling in the entertainment industry, and his skill in reading people's expressions had reached absolute perfection.

To witness a bandit force break straight into the royal palace of a dynasty like the Martial Zhou was the exact scenario they loved to see the most; only against such a dynasty would they dare to act with such unbridled arrogance.

"We have huge appetites, averaging three catties of meat per person..." Lin Qingxue took out a bottle of water. These were rainwater collected in the desert, and the water quality was somewhat murky.

Thinking of this, he grew somewhat excited. He took off his shin guards, held one in his left hand, and brought his sword down with his right hand, exerting half of his strength.

Many customers loved drinking the cocktails she mixed and also liked having her deliver the drinks. Li Yuan never skimped when it came to accompanying guests for drinks either. Ever since she arrived here, while others would be completely knocked out by the drinks she concocted, she seemed to have forged an indestructible golden body, remaining completely sober no matter how much she drank.

Suddenly, Mitsuha seemed to recall something. She retracted both hands, pressed them against Lin Mo's chest, and pushed him away.

"Alright, I'll take my leave and let your handsome husband come back to keep you company." Lingluo stood up, playfully cast a glance, and swayed gracefully out of the room.

Zeng Bingbing was furious just looking at him, and it would be a miracle if she could eat a single bite. Thus, she said, "I'm not eating. If you have something to say, just spit it out!" Although those chicken wings seemed to be waving at her, she had to hold her ground—it wasn't like she had never eaten them before; if she wanted them, she could just buy some later.

"Little sister, do we really have to go check out his home?" Lu Xinyu asked with a deep, brooding expression. What if there was a pretty auntie inside?

Glancing up at the upper floor, Zhao Yaxin walked in without saying a word. Casually taking off her coat and handing it to the maid, she leisurely seated herself on the sofa to watch television. Her entire series of actions carried the complete lack of restraint of someone staying in her own home.

Generally speaking, whether human, demon, or ghost, they are all independent, thinking spiritual living entities carrying a distinct spiritual aura. For a cultivator, this spiritual aura is very easy to perceive, and the most accurate way to confirm the death of a living being is to sense the dissipation of its spiritual aura.

Fearing that the scalding food might burn the somewhat careless Ning Qian, Shen Chengrun simply placed it on the table, and the two of them put their heads together and began to eat.

"I..." Lu Anning had originally been furious with him, but upon raising her head and seeing his nervous expression, she stared for a long moment before nodding shyly.

Give her an explanation, and restore justice to General Zhan. In the eyes of their arrogant, untamed, and supremely haughty monarch, when had the two words "justice" ever existed in this world?

Ye Qingqian's body was tense with anger, yet the phantom whip pressed against Mu Xiao's neck somehow could not bring itself to strike.

"However, the medicinal herbs need to be obtained from the medicine supplier of Yuelai Inn," Yin stated, revealing the crucial point. These medicine suppliers basically took their orders from Qingyan.

Seeking out Ye Qingluo—wasn't the intention to detain Ye Qingluo, or... to extract something from her?

This location was in the complete opposite direction of Chu Wuxin's estate hidden within the End of Heaven Ridge.

Shangguan Songge had no choice but to hurriedly stand up. Seeing that Qingyao was listening with such delight, she couldn't bear to spoil her fun, so she said she would send someone later to fetch her and Bai Xiu. Feng Qingyao politely declined, saying she would walk back by herself later.

Without another word, she threw a straight punch directly at the man's face. The man seemed to have anticipated this move; tilting his head slightly, he easily dodged it, and then exerted force with both hands simultaneously, gripping her shoulders and slamming her violently downward.

"I know it now! You are Ye Qi, the commander of the Night Demon's strongest fourth regiment!" Looking at the handsome youth in black at the center and recalling the legends of the Night Demon pirates, Yuanli instantly put the pieces together.

"Sisi, should I write a letter back now to have them prepare? Or should we handle it after returning to the capital?" Qingyan raised her head and asked Yin.

"What do the reports from the Heavenly Star Sect's stronghold say? When will it be established?" Yun Jinyao asked curiously.

At this moment, the Heavenly Mystery Sect and Liyang Sect were equally half-doubting Turtle Treasure's words. However, having learned from previous mistakes, they both followed Turtle Treasure's instructions to land, deployed formations to meet the enemy, and furthermore, the disciples of the Heavenly Mystery Sect and Liyang Sect united, jointly setting up defensive arrays.

Although Fierce Wind possessed a human-like nature, his demonic traits were extremely heavy, and he lacked the patience to wait for Tianxuanzi to make a mistake. Tianxuanzi's movements were becoming increasingly fluid, which significantly increased the difficulty of capturing him, making it no longer as effortless as before. The blue light in Fierce Wind's eyes intensified, and the surrounding air began to distort.

Physical strength of high caliber, formidable regenerative abilities, and agile speed—these were the innate qualities possessed by all ghouls, to say nothing of Poison Dragon, who was an S-rank.

"How is it?" At this moment, Wang Shen and his five hundred cavalry had galloped back to the main army's command banner, letting out a loud laugh.

"Earlier, when the Flood Dragon Soul was pursuing the Blood Soul Fiend, it was struck by his foul blood, causing severe damage to the dragon soul. Now that it has emerged again, I'm afraid it won't be able to last much longer," the others continued to recount.