Volume 1, Chapter 38: Seeking Shen Zhao

Ling Zhishuang and Yun Yi, who were waiting anxiously outside the door, could not help but ask about Ling Jianqiu's condition the moment Mu Jinghong emerged. However, Mu Jinghong looked as if he had lost half his soul; his ears were ringing, rendering him unable to hear a word they said.

"Fu Yunnuan! I think the inn across the street looks quite good. Go and get me five premium rooms!" Yu Pianpian slapped the table.

Li Yi was stunned. With so many spiritual materials, many of which were Earth-rank, how much money would this cost?

Helan Yao had heard from Long Shaoyan earlier that the hallmark of success at the fourth level was the condensation of spiritual energy into a liquid state within the Dantian. Therefore, even though her Dantian felt painfully swollen, Helan Yao steeled her resolve and continued to flush it again and again.

"She has the power to turn the world upside down? At most, she’s just letting Liu Zezhong act as regent! However, one cannot rule out that she might meddle with King Jing. You’ve said so much, but you still haven’t told me what you need my help with!" Long Yinle said indifferently.

"The magistrate is here, the magistrate is here." As soon as the pot-bellied Ji Jinfa appeared, someone with a sharp eye spotted him and shouted immediately.

"That won't do. Everything is fine; are you trying to coax me into returning the token of love you gave me yourself? I used this hairpin to seal our promise." Gan Ran slanted a glance at her and flatly refused.

"Since you have already thought about this problem, have you come to a conclusion?" Lang Tianya asked full of anticipation.

"What's wrong?" Fu Yunnuan frowned. Chu Ling then recounted what she had just heard at the teahouse.

Her soul-enthralling technique, which she took such pride in, had no effect on Feng Xuanyu, leaving her feeling extremely frustrated.

Although there was no demonic beast core, the corpse of the scorpion was of great importance to the Yi family, and Yi Cheng did not want Long Xinglin to take it back.

"I just want you to know the secret here." The man in red stepped toward the silent man, ignoring the wary look on the other's face.

Every time one survives a heavenly tribulation, their strength leaps forward. Li Qing's combat power was already formidable, and after being tempered by two lightning tribulations, even he did not know where his limits lay.

The two unscrupulous old men in the shadows exchanged a meaningful glance and secretly prevented the Marquis of Wuwei and the Ninth Elder from approaching.

The man said nothing more and walked straight to the door. He didn't seem to hold much hope; for a year, no matter how many times the doorbell rang, his wife remained in this state, but each time ended in disappointment.

"As I expected, a large number of corpses are piled up here. Next, someone should start setting up the Corpse Mountain Array," Li Qing speculated.

"Fu Ling, where are you?" For some reason, Bing Lan felt a surge of panic and called out hurriedly. After calling, she realized her own foolishness: by calming her mind just a little, she could feel that Fu Ling’s aura was actually not far away.

Thick fog coiled here, blocking the light all year round, and the visibility was abysmal.

"Hehehe! Enjoy the feeling of your will being slowly stripped away!" A blurred, maniacal laugh from the tall man echoed in his ears, and Xue Feng felt as if his head were about to explode. It was as if his soul were being pulled out bit by bit, causing him excruciating pain.

Suddenly, its voice cut off, followed by an expression of extreme agony. Its entire body twitched incessantly, while fresh blood flowed once more from its mouth, nose, and the wound on its chest.

It was pale green, shaped like a lizard, with a large mouth, four feet, and a long tail. It had no scales on its body and was very smooth, with wings on its back. A pair of large eyes blinked from time to time, looking very spirited.

There was much more vitality here than where Zhou Shu had first arrived, but no matter how one looked at it, there were no powerful beings around—let alone Golden Immortals of the Primordial Origin, there were not even Great Luo Immortals of the Taiyi realm.

Ye Liuxin was very angry when she saw the strange expression on Liu Siyu's face. None of these men were any good.

Li Xiaofeng, eyes slightly lowered, remained silent, but the suppressed, cold, and murderous aura emanating from his body was so clear that even the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit felt a chill run through her.

What excited Zhou Yao was that people from top-tier universities were more adept at physical close-quarters combat than magic talent.

He did not believe for a moment that the other party's goal was limited to this. Once the other party confirmed he had not noticed, they would surely exert greater influence on him, leading him into real danger.

"Hmph! If you want to know, win against me first." As he spoke, the Susanoo condensed a massive, ice-blue light sword in its hand, the blade wreathed in layers of frost that seemed capable of freezing the soul.

Fortunately, other countries did not yet value the role of the air force at this time. Although development remained fraught with difficulties, they were once again at the forefront of the world.

Before long, Xie Xun strode over, followed by two great generals, and the heads of the three imperial families were among them.

"Don't worry, you stay here. I’ll be right back. I believe I can still bring those two guys back," Haotian said directly.

"Second Imperial Brother, what are you doing? Is this your special way of welcoming the Seventh Imperial Sister back?" Yan Zimo was displeased with Yan Ziming's attitude, especially the tone he used when speaking to Ling Yuwei.

Faced with the choice of agreeing to their terms or spending more money... it should be said that Shen Shisan and his group had planned ahead to choose spending more money.

Seeing this, especially the faint smile on Nangong Yi's face, Ling Yufei felt a deep hatred for Ling Yuwei in her heart.

But when it came down to it, the root cause lay with Xuantian and his Muyue! Xuantian was his lover, and Mo Xie, consumed by love and jealousy, had poured the might of the Demon Realm into slaughtering the gods.

However, these people were clearly intimidated by the recent slaughter carried out by the "cheap father" and Old Chen the Second. No one moved forward; they only surrounded them. No one made a move, just stood in a standoff, as if no one wanted to be the first to act.