Chapter 44: Drunken Words
Zhou Zheng's face turned somewhat pale.
He Wenzhou was loyal, generous, and good in every way, but his absolute taboo was anyone bringing up his family background.
He had once witnessed with his own eyes He Wenzhou beating a person who gossiped behind his back until his face was covered in blood.
All because that person had fabricated rumors, cursing him as the son of a whore and a cheap wretch who grew up relying on food from a hundred different families.
A matter completely without foundation.
......
Such ordinary attire, which in Xia Zhi's eyes even seemed a bit rustic, looked remarkably refreshing in this era.
Resisting the subconscious urge to hunch his back, his originally slightly flushed face now turning crimson from holding his breath, Hoffman once again coated his staff in frost, transforming it into the shape of a one-handed mace, and smashed it horizontally toward the space in front of him.
Xia Zhi nodded. Although he knew this was simply their job, seeing them put in such dedicated effort made him resolve to remember this kindness.
A tyrannical slash cleaved the earth open, revealing a blue earthworm currently burrowing underground. The blade aura had already torn through its skin, and blue blood burst forth. Together with the shimmering specks of light radiating from Yu Wen's blade, they formed gold, blue, and red snowflakes—exquisitely beautiful, yet supremely bloody.
The others also climbed onto the backs of the camels one after another. Hardly any of them had truly ridden a camel before, so upon mounting, they still felt a sense of novelty.
The primordial vital energy of heaven and earth ran wild, and the laws became chaotic. In this fleeting instant, this realm seemed as though it no longer belonged to Tyrant.
"As expected of the successor of the Soul-Stealing Demonic Sect. I wonder what plans the Young Master has next?" the old monk asked.
A sinister smile played at the corners of all six men's mouths. Taking advantage of this moment, they increased their speed significantly and darted off toward the depths of the grassland.
Looking at the burning flames inside the fireplace, the rising heat warmed the entire bedroom to a spring-like comfort. This feeling was simply too wonderful.
Once Gu Ye stepped inside, he discovered an old man sitting cross-legged in meditation before the stone statue on the far right. He sat there just like that, carrying a natural majesty without being angry, his strands of whitening beard fluttering in the air. Even from afar, one could sense the overwhelming pressure in their heart.
Having spent a very long time stationed at the borderlands over the years, Sima Changli had conducted extensive research into the decorative patterns of various other nations. While he had only found it vaguely familiar a moment ago, he could now confirm with certainty that the pattern on this table belonged to Northern Nether.
Gu Ye swung his sword, resembling a soaring dragon piercing through the air, and let out a deep roar targeting directly at Long Hua. The latter clearly had not anticipated that Gu Ye's attack would be so formidable, and hurriedly raised his spear to parry. The two collided, scattering sparks. The immense rebound force was so powerful that it almost knocked the spear out of Long Hua's grip.
Once reaching such a tier, the cultivation resources within the Sacred Heaven Tower could hardly satisfy them anymore. Therefore, more people chose to venture out into the world to train or seek opportunities. Precisely because of this, the number of people cultivating within the Sacred Heaven Tower was so sparse.
Yet what she likely never expected was that while waiting for the elevator by the elevator lobby, the person she ended up waiting for was Nangong Xuan.
The so-called gathering of the three flowers at the crown is the sublimation of a living being's three profound essences: essence, Qi, and spirit. These wondrous three flowers are intangible yet genuinely exist.
Led by the black-haired young man, the two left the camp, walked through two damp and ice-crusted streets, and arrived before a sturdy fortress.
Shen Siyan shook her head this time. "I don't know either." As she spoke, she clutched her forehead, gritting her teeth in a look of distress.
Both Old Master Gu and Old Lady Gu doted on her dearly; anything concerning her was practically a major event in the Gu family.
As for those two blood puppet corpses, their entire heads had been directly crushed straight down into their chest cavities by Lin Yun's fiercely violent stomp. Half of their bodies had sunk into the flooring, bursting forth a spray of blood, dead beyond all doubt.