Volume 1 Chapter 33: The Pitch!

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Driven by his fury, this palm strike seemed to draw upon the very source of the devil within him. If it landed, Li Mo would likely be blasted to pieces.

妖 creatures, once they have cultivated for more than a century, can condense a demon soul. With a demon soul, they can speak.

Their pressure-point technique had been extremely forceful. The muscles in his face were rigid and numb; he could not speak, nor could he even smile.

After saying this, its eyes drooped halfway shut. It was truly at death’s door, and those final breaths merely kept its eyes from closing completely.

The black cat let out a plaintive meow, then turned toward the gaunt, ferocious beasts, a low growl rising from its throat.

Gong Ping was still here? Why was she making such a painful sound? Had she suffered a grave injury?

She was made somewhat uncomfortable by Shen Hong’s words. What did she mean by saying that country folk had no fear of being laughed at? Shen Hong’s manner of speaking was truly unpleasant. No wonder Zhan Hongying had been angered.

At last, the old man in white could no longer hold back his tears. His heart ached so terribly that he could scarcely breathe. He could only clutch at it with one hand, heedless even when the folds of his clothing tore.

Zhang Huaiying had finally achieved his long-cherished wish. Zhang Huaiying’s father and Lin Yurou’s father—either of them held higher office than Liu Lanyun’s father. He had plotted for years without success, yet Qi Rui had gone and agreed to Liu Lanyun’s request merely because some wild girl told him to, humiliating him completely.

If they could not recover everything in a single sweep within a short time, then once those rebels came to their senses, forget about reclaiming anything—many of the secret realms might even be destroyed.

Seeing this, the other consorts—even though they had long since ceased attending the Emperor’s bedchamber and had lost most of their desire to compete for his favor—still could not bear to see Liu, a newcomer who had never been summoned, distinguish herself. With a glance exchanged among themselves, they secretly joined forces and showered Liu with barbed, mocking remarks concealed beneath smiles.

Wang Jing’s attack from behind completely shattered the Xiongnu resistance. The panicked Xiongnu cavalry wheeled their horses and fled in every direction like headless flies. Helian Shan, caught between enemies on both sides, could no longer hold the remnants of his army together. He had no choice but to lead his personal guards in a desperate breakout, then gallop southward at full speed.

Han Xin pursued and slaughtered them for a while longer before finally venting his anger. When he saw the Qin army charging toward him in the distance, vigilance stirred within him, and he raised his sword in preparation.

Taken aback, Hiroshi Takeno lowered his head and looked down. He was wearing a pair of red cotton socks.

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Ko Saburo Hijikata shoved him aside, led the police through the living room, and ran straight toward the balcony. Yumi Nagakura lay there, her face pale and her pupils dilated. She was clearly dead.

“I already said you didn’t have to kneel before the memorial tablet, didn’t I? Don’t get greedy!”

Mo Ji’s expression hardened as he spoke.

Afterward, they arrived at the kiln. As befitted a ceramic artist of national-treasure caliber, the kiln was extremely spacious, and the enormous furnace looked imposing as well.

“Still a step too late, damn it!” the carefree old Daoist cursed under his breath. By then, all three of them could feel the temperature beneath their feet growing hotter and hotter, while the spiritual-energy gale above their heads, shrouded in radiant light, became increasingly terrifying.

Just now, she seemed—perhaps only vaguely—to have seen a certain part of him that she should not have seen. But it had been “miniature,” hadn’t it? After all, Yuji’s current form was that of a ten-year-old child, not a teenager.

Xie Chen smiled faintly, lit the fireworks with a lighter, and sent them soaring into the sky. A moment later, they exploded with a bang, filling the night with dazzling colors.

“You know how it is. As long as someone is willing to buy them, and as long as production is sufficient…”

Louis stood beside him, giving him a look that plainly asked, Why haven’t you made him leave yet? She was still bitter that her conversation with Duchamp had been interrupted.

Beihe Town lay in the northwest of Luobei County, in the southeastern part of the county seat, approximately three hundred li away.

Reluctantly, he tore his gaze from Florboria’s retreating figure. “Hi,” he called to Ning Fu.

“I have a friend who designs jewelry. I can ask him to come and develop his career here. He should agree.” An Qi patted her chest confidently.

Mu Yunxi froze for a moment before realizing that the entrance to the Dream Demon Purgatory was covered by a layer of blue sealing patterns. From within it, she also sensed an aura of the Human Emperor that was not unfamiliar.

“No, no, it’s fine. Shouldn’t you put your suitcases away first? I’m afraid they’ll get soaked in this heavy rain.” Ye Xingchen noticed that everyone’s luggage had been left beside them without any protection from the rain.

The afternoon sun was bright and pleasant. Beside the four seats stood a wooden lattice partition two people high, covered in decorative grapevines that provided perfect shade from the sunlight.

“If you need actors, I can help. The drama club has worked with quite a few theater troupes—you know, for observation and study, that sort of thing,” Veronica said.

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In any case, Zhang Kun was not a historical pedant and did not particularly care about the exact circumstances or the precise death toll.

After firing several shots, Xu Tian threw both hands backward and braced them hard against the ground. Then he twisted his entire body with all his strength and sprang up from the floor in a single motion.

Looking at his second brother seated across from him, Xia Feng spoke unhurriedly. “You read that notebook too. You should still remember clearly what was written in it.”

On that day, he gained an inexhaustible determination to cultivate and overcame one of his inner demons. It meant that the world had lost one wicked young wastrel and gained one fervent devotee of cultivation. His absurd life of more than a decade had finally come to an end. Gazing at the full moon, Ji Lingsheng let out a long breath.

The old Daoist Camel stood behind the two of them, drooling as he watched. He wished desperately that he could take Li Mo’s place and carry Su Yaoyao inside himself.

Liu Bei could hold back no longer. His anger sent his blood surging, and he spat out a great mouthful of blood before collapsing unconscious.

When he had finished speaking, Liu Wuchen revealed a trace of approval. A young man with such intelligence and such a high talent for martial arts could indeed be counted among the ranks of geniuses.

This cultivation method was forbidden. It converted the body’s vital energy into internal force, and it was incomplete as well. Not only did it consume vital energy, it also consumed one’s life force. Vital energy could be replenished, but life force was one’s very foundation. Once diminished, it was diminished forever and could not be restored.

Madam Xu was furious. Just as she was about to bring her cane down upon Hua Jiu’s head, Mo Shuhan’s sleeve moved slightly. A fine needle struck the cane and knocked Madam Xu back.

Hua Jiu rolled her eyes at Lü Mengmeng and could not be bothered to explain. Someone like Lü Mengmeng, who had never traveled beyond the outside world, naturally had no idea who the Myriad Heavens were. After all, the Myriad Heavens had mainly slaughtered demons and monsters and had not committed many atrocities against humans.

Lu Junyi warmly took Qin Yang away. She was simply being kindhearted. Everyone present today was a prominent figure of Zhonghai, and introducing Qin Yang to them might bring him considerable help in life.

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