Chapter 94: The Publisher Makes an Exception

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In addition, arrangements had to be made for the Carefree Sect in the Heavenly Dragon realm, to finally set in motion the main quest, “Supreme of the Martial World.”

After Zhang Xutuo was slain, the Granary at Xingluo seized, and Liu Changgong defeated, Zhai Rang at last saw the inevitable course of events. He nominated Li Mi as the leader of Wagang, stepping down and yielding his position. Whether willing or not, he could no longer alter the current situation. Li Mi’s journey had been arduous, but he had at last achieved his goal.

“Pursuing Soul!” At some point, a talisman had appeared in Chen Changsheng’s hand. With a flick, he sent it flying behind him. The talisman ignited of its own accord, radiating dazzling light. The King of Yan instinctively raised his hand to shield himself, but this light slipped along his arm and burrowed into his body.

When Loli An passed through the dragon’s-head mechanism unscathed, even Hou Nitiao, though full of suspicion, could only follow her into the dim corridor.

No one knew how many years it had been since anyone last set foot here. The last two emperors had few concubines, and thus there were scarcely any inmates for the Cold Palace.

Once everyone had entered, he asked again what tea they preferred, then turned away to brew it for them.

Otherwise, he might well have swung his staff and knocked a warrior to the ground in melee, leaving them doubting their very existence.

At those words, Chen Changsheng’s body began to grow as if caught in the wind, swelling in the blink of an eye until he towered more than ten times his former height—a giant, over ten meters tall.

“Weasel Spirit, you have two choices. The first: I kill you here and now. The second: you surrender a wisp of your soul and serve me for ten years. If you perform well, after ten years, I’ll return your soul to you.” Having already recruited one follower in this manner, Chen Changsheng spoke with practiced ease.

Zhang Zhe gazed into the distance. The battle still raged on. The Chernobog police were fighting an endless tide of Reunion Movement forces, but in all honesty, Chernobog’s fall was only a matter of time.

Suddenly, a hand pulled Yan Qing into an embrace and brazenly groped her chest. If it had been anyone else, Chen Guangda would have leaped up and shot him dead. Now, however, he was only too eager to cheer from the sidelines, for Xiao Wei was clearly well on her way to drunkenness, clinging to Yan Qing and whispering intimately in her ear.

Xu Fengnian lounged in the courtyard, enjoying the evening cool. Pei Nanwei, having tidied up the dishes, reclined on the chilly bamboo bench beside him, gently waving a reed fan.

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That day, Xu Fengnian finally ceased wandering at the foot of the mountain. He pulled Huang Man’er along and called Murong Wuzhu and Murong Tonghuang to accompany him to the rear of a nearby Daoist temple. Only Qingniao followed, carrying a bamboo basket.

Though both wielded Vajra Blades, Zhou Lingfeng’s was merely an ordinary spiritual weapon, while Zhou Linglong’s was a supreme-grade artifact. Zhou Linglong himself had reached the peak of Foundation Establishment, so his Golden Dragon Slash was far superior to the Golden Phoenix Slash.

“What a pity. Giving you the Martial Saint’s Golden Body is such a waste.” As Dawn’s true qi surged, he let out a thunderous roar. Caught by surprise, Roy’s ears rang with a violent hum as his internal energy went wild. Behind him, the golden body of the Martial Saint dissolved into beams of light.

The five Star Beasts were mere spectators, yet all understood what was happening and began chattering noisily. With Guangmao gone, the entire Mayfly World dimmed, but at least no other anomalies or collapses followed, which was a relief to Guli.

When Lin Haiya spoke, there was a mix of regret and envy in his tone—well hidden, yet immediately detected by Chen Hao, who nodded slightly for him to continue, all the while sighing inwardly at the severity of the hierarchy on this peak, which exceeded his expectations.

Chu Yi took the Guardian of Eldion from his neck, turning it over in his palm before fitting the pendant into a groove.

As winter approached, vegetation withered and water dried up beyond the borderlands. To find even a hint of green was a rare delight. The three dismounted beside a water source, knowing that after three more days riding north, they would reach the clay-walled city. Xu Fengnian crouched, scooped up a handful of water, splashed it over his face, and exhaled deeply.

“Demon?! I’ve finally become a demon?! Hahahaha!” Another bout of wild laughter issued from the gently twisting head, followed by a thunderous roar.

With a delicate tap of her finger, Dantai Mingyue conjured a vine as thick as her finger, which shot forth and bound Qiuxiang’s wrists, tying her up as securely as if with five flowers.

After shattering the great shield, the black beam struck Asmodeus directly with tremendous force, sending him flying. The sturdy dragon scales upon him shattered piece by piece, and pitch-black blood oozed from his wounds, leaving him in a wretched state.

Feng Yuxi then questioned him, and though Ma Chenghe knew better than to speak of certain things—knowing that to do so would mean certain death—he was so terrified that he answered everything Feng Yuxi asked without hesitation.

“You—Feng Yuxi, I warn you, don’t go too far!” Ma Chenghe shouted furiously, pointing at Feng Yuxi, so agitated he could barely form words.

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Between her and Li Haonan, love and hate had become a war with each encamped at opposite ends. Though there were no clouds of smoke or shouts of battle, the cruelty of it was as real and bloody as if flesh were being rent from bone.

“Hmph, come then, let me see just how mighty the famed God of Storms truly is!” Wang Biao shouted. Since combat was now inevitable, he would not retreat. As the saying goes, if you wish for war, then war it shall be—but the price of defeat was blood and life.

Though the blood clan, before reaching the rank of emperor, were limited in lifespan, they still far outstripped humans, whose century-long lives seemed fleeting by comparison. At the same level of cultivation, a blood clan member’s lifespan was ten times that of a human’s; in other words, even an ordinary blood clan could live a thousand years.

With a single gentle remark, Zhang Yao made the crushing pressure on Lu Feiyang vanish, as if a great mountain had finally been lifted from his shoulders.

On hearing this, Wei Yan did not turn his head, remaining perfectly still as before.

He had left Lu Jun’s army because there was no money—no way to provide the car and house she wanted—so Liu Jia had resolutely broken off the engagement.

The clam demon’s expression shifted, never expecting Mo Chen to counterattack with a punch. Still, as a cultivator of the Corpse Dog realm, she had lived for centuries and possessed extraordinary skill; she swiftly assessed the situation and responded.

Colluding with the dead was a crime as severe as treason. By joining forces with the deceased, Count Lambert had set himself in opposition not only to the royal family but to all the nobility—and, more broadly, to all humanity.