Volume 1, Chapter 36: In Your Room?

"Akagi, deploy all your aircraft to cover my strategy," Chang Fei commanded through the mental network.

The clear waters of the River of Reincarnation were no longer under the control of the river's own will, but due to their shared origin, it would only take a short time for them to be polluted once more, transforming back into the dark purple, murky depths.

"Bang!" Before Farrell could finish his sentence, he was sent flying backward. The wall, which had only been repaired two days prior, was breached once again, and behind it, Greif and the others were already waiting.

Hundreds of meters away, the Reaper Ghost narrowed his eyes slightly as he gazed at the figures who had trespassed into his territory on the opposite mountain peak.

Da Yong was busy directing the farmhands to place the white orchids they had gathered from the mountains neatly onto winnowing baskets.

The heavy gates of the Divine Weapon Hall creaked open, and an old man with white hair and a white beard stepped out—it was the Elder of Divine Weapons himself.

Conley hurriedly directed his teammates to counterattack. His role in the team was crucial; with the twin towers in the paint, Conley served as the command tower on the perimeter. At his signal, all the Grizzlies sprang into action.

Simply put, if used merely as equipment, one could just dig out the eyes and replace their own. It would count as having two extra pieces of specialized gear, and Su Yuan could even use these Samsara Sharingan as materials to forge entirely new equipment.

However, his cultivation was only at the fourth level of the Yuan Martial Realm. Even factoring in the heaven-defying nature of his true essence, he was equivalent to no more than a sixth-level Yuan Martial practitioner. No matter how capable or unique his martial techniques were, his blade aura, after blocking the pillar of flame, faltered.

Wang Yue stretched his aching fingers; he had not stopped since the afternoon.

"He Yue, your parents were discovered while on their mission. They have escaped, but their current location is unknown."

Andre did not want to know, at least not right now, because he had to deal with the trouble immediately in front of him.

Apart from his high school years, he had always had an inexplicable connection to this word, one he could never seem to shake off.

"Quickly, go prepare these herbal ingredients." An Lin-yuan listed the materials for refining third and fourth-tier Blood Replenishment Pills, mixing in several non-medicinal ingredients before handing the list to the Procurement Elder.

Aunt He’s expression tightened. Sensing something was amiss, she ordered her subordinate, Yan Lan, to go to the government office and fetch a coroner.

She had truly witnessed Xiao Yan’s protagonist treatment: flirting and romancing his way through, grinding mobs to level up, and no matter what he encountered, he always managed to turn calamity into fortune and find a way out of danger.

At this moment, everything in front of Pag looked different. It was a Roman afternoon, the sunlight quiet and beautiful.

An Lin-yuan selected the ingredients for the Blood Replenishment Pills from the spiritual herbs provided by the Procurement Elder and began refining them in his ginger medicine furnace.

"Sigh, the rest is up to fate." Chu Ping tucked his phone into his pocket and waited for a reply.

"Isn't that right, Mr. Phil?" Andre said, clutching his coffee beans without even glancing at Phil.

Consequently, the police quickly tracked down Tang Chen. However, when they reached him, they discovered that he had already been taken to a psychiatric hospital by the facility's staff.

By now, the Manzhou Prefecture capital had become the center of Qi Tian-shou’s administration. Regardless, Qi Tian-shou had no intention of establishing his main capital in Lingzhou, and Liu Bowen and the others naturally did not take the liberty of moving the capital themselves.

After arriving in Yingtian, Duan Fei was busy once again. He paid his respects to his superiors at the Censorate, received the greetings of the junior inspecting censors, and was greeted by the same group of officials he had met during his previous stay in Yingtian Prefecture, all of whom had come to congratulate him. However, the Prefect, Vice-Prefect, and Assistant Prefect of Yingtian were nowhere to be seen; only the Judge, Ning Zhuqi, had appeared.

"It’s no trouble, let’s go," Wang Hao said. A propitious cloud rose beneath his feet, carrying Wang Zhaojun and Long Ju toward a farmhouse in the Northern Territory.

"It’s the clone of the Lingming Stone Monkey I summoned earlier," Qi Tian-shou explained anxiously. For every second that passed, Guan Yu was in greater danger.

"This Eternal Tree must be playing tricks!" Zhu Bajie snorted, suddenly raising his nine-toothed rake and smashing it toward the ancient tree.

If it were the past, Yang Yan, who possessed some skill, would naturally have nothing to fear. But as luck would have it, he was having a streak of bad luck and running a fever; his limbs were weak, and combined with the fact that his opponents were numerous, he was finally beaten to the ground, unable to withstand the mobbing.

Bu Yao-yao wore a faint smile, standing still and waiting for Feng Lin to approach.

Yu Qing opened her eyes, unable to believe that Lian Yun-cheng was looking at her. Thinking she was dreaming, she rubbed her eyes vigorously, confirming that he had truly awakened. Overcome with emotion, she threw herself into his arms, apologizing profusely.

Standing upstairs, Su Ruo-li saw a fool standing by the lake in the distance, looking utterly hopeless. She couldn't help but feel a headache; did this girl have a death wish?

Now, with Li Jin—the most powerful connection one could have—on her side, the underhanded schemes the Ke family used to bribe the casino and entrap Su Lan would sooner or later come to his attention. When that happened, this place would become a funeral pyre for the second young master.

After shaking out his arms, Ye Mo looked toward the approaching figures with a chilling gaze. These Underworld Soldiers felt no fear; even though one of their own had died right in front of them, they showed no intention of retreating.

Lying on the bed and unable to move, Madam Niu finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that her eldest son hadn't reported his younger brother. Her son had only just returned home; he couldn't let his heartless siblings drag him off to that hellish place again.

"Yes!" Knowing the other party was trying to protect her, A Wan stuck out her tongue, saluted, and scampered off.

Watching the ancient corpse’s unscathed body, Ye Mo narrowed his eyes slightly. These two ancient corpses, which had survived for who knows how many years, possessed flesh so tough it truly exceeded his imagination.

By the time Ning Liang-chen returned, it was already past ten o'clock at night. Su Ruo-li was lying on the sofa hugging "San Mao" as usual, all the lights in the living room were on, and Ji Han was standing guard at the door.