Chapter 36

The Integration stage is still two major realms away from the Tribulation Transcendence stage. That Li Yunjie may look imposing, as if he has the entire Earth under his thumb, but it is all a facade.

Inside the grand hall, Xiao Lingyue, Sima, and the others were all present. Seeing Lin Zhengfeng appear, the group fell silent, waiting for him to issue his final order.

"You're overthinking it. South Korea is a developed nation; their public safety is much better than ours," Liu Shan said.

Just then, during the ceremonial assembly, a child suddenly stood up. As he did, a mysterious force surged directly into his body, beginning to reshape it.

Fang Lesheng grew visibly excited. Although Gu Tongxin remained cold and detached, a flicker of emotion appeared in her eyes.

The four layers of the screen contain highly sophisticated technology. The materials are rudimentary, making it extremely difficult to perfect.

He had his own reasoning; he simply wanted to eliminate Chen Xi. He told Li Xuan to take notes—to learn how to be unscrupulous, how to maliciously destroy a genius. The Prince of Zhennan had cast aside even his own dignity to do so.

Inside lay a pair of twin pistols, silently resting. Mysterious symbols were carved onto the weapons, and it was from them that this heaven-piercing demonic aura emanated.

The aura was centered exactly where Cui Penghui had died, and it was even more powerful than when Cui was alive.

The flying blade struck with a metallic clang and fell to the ground, but Cui Jian retreated several steps, clearly finding the force behind the blade somewhat difficult to withstand.

"I want to see the true forms of Qi'er and Yan'er—I want to see them both!" Leng Yue, held in Mo Ran’s arms, was breathless with excitement, her eyes shining with such intensity that it felt as if she might devour them whole.

Recalling the scene at sea where the thousand-year-old turtle had been frozen, Leng Yue was certain she hadn't misheard.

"A-Qi, repeat the rules of this place to these two guests," Duan Liuyun said indifferently without turning around.

"What is this..." Zhao Yu did not recognize the object, but his stealth detector registered it, even though it failed to display a name.

It was Gai Si, who was extremely sensitive regarding his finances, who woke Gu Zheng and discovered that Tenggele was acting strangely.

Though she could not read the expression on Duan Liuyun’s face, Tian Nuanyu clearly sensed a layer of wariness in his eyes and surrounding his entire being.

"About that..." Hesitating, Murong saw that Zhai Mo offered no opinion. Left with no choice, she had to speak up first; after all, her main problem now was to get Zhai Mo to leave so she could cleanse her body.

"You are not fit to be the mayor!" An elderly man with white hair and beard raised his cane in anger, pointing it at Hou Fei.

After speaking, he took the Demon Spirit Pearl from Chen Xi’s hand, tossed it into his mouth, tilted his head back, and with a gulp, swallowed it.

Mu Xiu could not fathom Liuxian’s current state of mind. She ran over and opened the gate, only to find the courtyard truly empty.

At first, she thought the Imperial Concubine was just suffering from seasonal lethargy, but as the symptoms dragged on for nearly half a month, she began to feel that something was wrong.

Speak? How could she speak? She knew without guessing that Zheng Yanlang would surely be furious. Song Yuye’s head throbbed; why had she come back with him last night?

Bai Lu cried again, this time tears of gratitude. Fortunately, the man she loved was not Xu Xian from the Legend of the White Snake; he would not scheme against her in secret like Xu Xian. He even trusted her so deeply that he took the initiative to embrace her.

Immortals truly cannot kill, or it would damage their path to immortality. If they cannot kill, then they will torture—making the victim wish they were dead.

The purple-black skeletal monster ignored the victim’s screams and, with the mechanical precision of a robot, reached back and stuffed Li Tom’s soul into its mouth.

Sito had told Li Mo this long ago. At first, Li Mo hadn't taken it to heart because he hadn't yet reached the stage of condensing a Golden Core.

The Black Stone Martial Arts Hall is massive. The training grounds were packed with students, and in the front row, Zhou Chen even spotted reporters carrying cameras.

Under the night sky, Song Yuye sat in a taxi with the window rolled down. The wind rushed in, and she felt anxious and uneasy. She didn't want to go, but Zhao Shimin’s tone had been impossible to refuse.

"So young, yet harboring such heavy killing intent and ruthless methods. In all my years, I have rarely seen the likes of it." The voice vibrated through the air, accompanied by a gust of wind that violently extinguished all the burning flames.

Mu Xiu had initially thought Auntie Chen added those items to keep the silkworms from freezing. Auntie Chen couldn't help but chuckle. Later, after the explanation, Mu Xiu finally understood that without any support structures inside, the silkworms would not spin silk, nor could they form cocoons, eventually "suffocating" to death.

Thinking of all this, I couldn't help but feel it was a pity for the proprietress. It was her poor choice of partner years ago that led to the situation today.

It was fortunate he was so timely, for the moment he sat down, he felt the absolute zero chill radiating from his older sister.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, which was nauseating. Yet, at this moment, the two of them felt nothing—it seemed entirely ordinary, trivial. Because they were used to it.

Hu Xirui had also been woken by the sound of the two arguing. She hadn't wanted to come out and look, but seeing that they had actually started fighting, she hurriedly opened the door and walked to the entrance of their room.

Many people had seen Li Chuan storming out, and now the big boss was roaring in a fit of rage.