Chapter 47: Hey Big Serpent, Let's Have a Chat

Down below, there is a giant python.
A symbiotic demonic beast, as the name suggests, is a creature that grows alongside another.
A lotus seed of a thousand years is accompanied by a giant python demonic beast of a thousand years.
They are born together, never parting, making them the most steadfast "companions" in this world.
Xia Huanjiao let out a sigh of praise, failing to notice the rather strange expression on the face of Xu Yingying standing beside her.
After quite a while, Xia Huanjiao heard Xu Yingying say:
The inner city is indeed impossible to enter. Si Qian says that the inner city walls are even taller than the outer city walls, and they have a very steep slope, smooth, flat, and soaring into the clouds, making the thought of sneaking in as difficult as ascending to heaven. Moreover, the guards patrolling both inside and outside the walls are dense, leaving not a single gap in time.
Fang Jue left the Qian residence under the dark of night and high winds. A hazy moon hung in the sky, listlessly emitting a feeble glow.
It must be said that the only benefit of feudal education is that absolutely no one questions the decisions of the older generation. Especially with lineages passed down through generations like this, the younger generation's obedience to their elders borders on blind loyalty.
Heaven-Extinguishing and Earth-Obliterating, severing all emotion and passion. As the Heaven-Extinguishing Sword Technique was unleashed, the entire void was instantly filled with a sense of utter despair. Under this single sword, ordinary Life-and-Death Realm monarchs would not even be able to muster the slightest will to resist.
"Damn it—" Hermione also angrily struck the nearby ancient tree with her fist. Yet, just when they thought they were wasting their time, a pinpoint of light suddenly flared up ahead, as if someone had cast a Lumos charm.
Li Zhanran flexed the whip in his hand, but Bai Wuhen remained motionless, glaring fiercely at Li Zhanran. The gaze made Li Zhanran's scalp tingle, and he began to back away.
At this point, Wang Yuetian put on a pretentious, long sigh and, mimicking the expression Tang Wanying had worn back then, put on a look of extreme heartache.
Although those vengeful spirits and nether ghosts were deeply ominous, they would be exposed sooner or later. Besides, Ouyang Fugui was using the Soul-Detention Pagoda to release those entities; even if Luo Hanyi or the First Special Investigation Bureau inquired about it, the blame could simply be shifted onto the Soul-Detention Pagoda.
Looking around and extending his spiritual sense, he discovered that his spiritual sense was suppressed to the absolute limit here, capable of probing only within a radius of two hundred meters. Within that range of his spiritual sense, there were no living creatures whatsoever.
Although Yuan Keyu was furious, he knew that his family's old steward had always been cautious, and making such a suggestion meant he certainly had grounds for it.
Touching his head, Shenlong Yu blurted out everything he had been thinking in one breath. After he finished, he felt he had been a bit foolish—how could he have said all things that shouldn't have been said? Shenlong Yu then put on an expression of utter frankness; anyway, it was already out.
Could it be that Master had some business tonight and had to step out temporarily? But given Master's personality, if he really had to go out, he certainly would have given me a word of warning.
The Monster-Catching Team became the main force of humanity. Having followed monsters for a long time, they learned many skills and even gave themselves a resounding name: Monster-Catching Arts. From then on, the Monster-Catching Team was renamed the Monster-Catching Masters, who taught ordinary people the arts of catching monsters.
Amidst the pure white, a single dot of red shot straight into the clouds from Drizzle Town, looking precisely like a blade cleaving straight down a beauty's back. It was startling to the eye, unbearable to look at directly, yet one understood in their heart that it was merely a signal flare, allowing them to gaze upon it generously and consider it a rare spectacle of a lifetime.
As for Jing Jian? He no longer cared whether he could reach the target of ten billion; over nine billion was fine, and twelve billion was equally good. As for whether he could earn a few hundred million more? That was merely icing on the cake. As long as he could achieve his goal—putting the idle RMB in his hands back into circulation—he would have fulfilled his purpose.
An official career? Zhang Tianyang had never even considered it from the start. Just imagine, with a monarch wielding such ruthless methods in the imperial court, wouldn't anything he did be like walking on thin ice? Besides, his temperament was something no one in the world could bind; how could he ever lower himself to live under another and become a subject?