Volume 1, Chapter 28: Finally Spoke the Truth

Wang Lingguan said, "Report to Your Majesty, that monk carries a nine-ringed pewter staff, which is more than enough to deal with ordinary wolves, insects, tigers, and leopards." He then described in detail how the staff was used to fend off evil spirits.

"What are you afraid of? As far as I know, you are a descendant of Bian Que. After obtaining his miraculous pills, your cultivation base advanced by leaps and bounds. By my count, you are at the ninth level now, aren't you? Besides, although Murong Feng is strong, he is currently injured, so there is no need to worry," the leader of the Wolverines said.

Although the company had been developing well over the past few days, there had been an unexpected string of suicides, with people jumping from the building for three consecutive days. Rumors were spreading below that the company was haunted. This left her feeling helpless; even though she wanted to put a stop to the rumors, the deaths were indeed ongoing.

Meng Po was increasingly astonished. This bald monk had not only alarmed the ten Yama Kings but had even drawn such concern from the Tathagata Buddha regarding his reincarnation.

Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing realized something was terribly wrong and flew into the hall. They saw two soldiers holding knives to their master's throat. The master was trembling, not daring to move, as the blades had already pierced his skin, drawing beads of blood.

Perhaps the wine was too potent, or for some other reason, the bandits in the field began to drift into a stupor. Their figures swayed before they collapsed to the ground, fast asleep. The last thought they had before falling was: tonight's wine was damn good.

"You rebellious son! How dare you talk back! Tell me, what exactly is going on? Did you know about the arranged marriage all along?" Master Xiao roared.

After all, in his view, as long as the enemy responsible for his family's massacre remained alive, the fate of others seemed of little importance.

Chen Ao was pushed to the ground by Xuan Ning, and as he scrambled up, he bumped his head against a wooden pillar. The pain cleared his mind slightly. In truth, he had not lost his reason; it was merely a moment of uncontrollable impulse. Once Xuan Ning and Long Qingping left, he regained his senses.

A massive wave of murderous intent surged from the eyes of the giant firebird the moment it lowered its head to look at him.

Why did he find a substitute left behind by Xing Chenzi when he was looking for Duan Tian? Could it be that Xing Chenzi and Duan Tian were in collusion? Many thoughts raced through Yan Zhen's mind, but in the end, he decided to strike first and dived straight into the enemy camp ahead.

The massive green snake raised its head, its eyes gleaming with cold light. It twitched its body, and its tail lashed out like a whip toward the giant green-furred rat that Luyi had transformed into.

Looking up, he leaped another meter, grabbed a protruding rock face, and pressed his body against it.

Black Pockmark was a flower-thief by trade in his early years. Later, hunted by enemies, he had to hide in Anding City for several years. His cravings had long since become unbearable, and during this time, he had frequented such pleasure houses often, spending all the earnings from his grocery store there. This time, after encountering the incident with Qian Xiaoxiao, he had decided to leave Anding City immediately once the task was complete.

What could Yan Zhen say? He dared not boast that he could definitely defeat Song Yunjun; after all, his opponent was an intact Nascent Soul stage cultivator, not the severely injured Bai Fusheng who had only just ascended.

With Dora and the others all expressing their stance, what else could Wang Chen say? On the surface, it sounded reasonable, but Wang Chen knew clearly that the three of them just wanted to protect him.

At a glance, the surrounding two hundred meters were fresh and free of fog. Having suffered enough under the thick mist, everyone felt a great sense of relief at the sudden openness of their view.

Tie Fu Rong pressed several acupuncture points on Princess Jielan to stop the bleeding and pain, then pulled the short blade from her chest with a forceful tug. The princess fainted from the pain.

Watching Huijue, Fan Yixiao murmured to herself. There was an inexplicable tremor in her expression. Whether this tremor was born of fear, reverence, or something else, it was hard to say.

Having just tasted the forbidden fruit, she was at a peak of desire. Since she had not experienced it for a whole month, she simply let things take their course.

Although the appeal of Baroque Works was strong, compared to her life, it was not worth mentioning.

Liu Cang’s expression turned utterly grim. He reached out with his palm, and the corpse of the Evil Lord of the Demon Flower burst into a cloud of blood mist with a loud bang, scattering in all directions.

When she was in the Continent of Spirits, she was also scolded awake by her mother in her dreams every day. By now, she had remembered that she was just a rabbit, a soul beast.

The sound of footsteps grew closer. Li Anxian quickly hid to the side. Before long, a figure carrying a lantern appeared, wandering around in a daze.

From August until now, he had updated over two million words, but the total number of words he had written exceeded three million; in other words, he currently had one million words in his draft bank.

Afterward, Li Xiaoya tidied up and hurried off to work, asking Su Qing one more time before she left.

He walked into a pile of bright red meat paste to search for Davis’s soul tool and to see if his wife's soul bone had been fused by that bastard Davis.

Spitting out streaks of high-temperature flames capable of melting everything, Wang Shang bore the brunt of the attack. Unable to dodge in time, he was hit directly by the flames, knocked flying, and burst into flames, rolling on the ground.

In fact, while the Savage Wilderness did see many strange and ominous occurrences, the negative impact was nowhere near as exaggerated as claimed; peace remained the dominant atmosphere of the region.

If Song Jian had not died, Chen Jing could now lead a large army westward. Even if she could not annihilate the remaining Qiang people in a single battle, she could at least drive them completely out of the four commanderies of Longxi.

It was very simple. Normally, when people like Ling Feng climbed the Heaven-Reaching Ladder to officially become a Young Emperor, the ladder would divide itself to allow everyone to climb together.

At this moment, it happened to be when Ling Feng, with the help of the Soul-Crying Beast, pushed the Soul-Disrupting Cry and Soul-Drawing Chant to their limits. The sound of the flute seemed to rise to the heavens, sharp enough to pierce deep into the soul.

Doug Rachel’s current positioning was very chaotic because people could not find his limits. Just when you called him a defensive powerhouse, he would develop a back-to-the-basket game.

The six golden-robed figures also felt this biting sword aura at that moment. When they turned to look back, their expressions changed instantly, and a series of low roars continued to spread out.