Chapter 34

Meanwhile, nearly half of the demonic martial artists in Yu Province and its surrounding prefectures were rushing toward Hejian Prefecture, though their motives remained unknown.

Huh? Wait. That sounded so cool in my head, so why did it feel so awkward and clumsy when I actually said it out loud?

Once she unleashed a large amount of energy, she would experience dry eyes and a sense of physical hunger and fatigue. She reasoned that this energy must come from her own body and could be replenished through food.

Previously, when Lu Zhen attempted to assassinate Liu Yuxiao, many people dismissed Liu Yuxiao as incompetent for failing to capture Lu Xuantian.

This letter was sent back by Li Yuebai, who had entrusted a friend to deliver it. She hoped he wouldn't be angry.

By the banks of the River of Oblivion, along the San Tu River, and before the Stone of Three Lives, he would wait for her, and she would wait for him—he knew this to be true.

After discussing this, Zishan continued, "Miss Li’s home is in Jing Province, which is quite a distance. I happen to know that every prefecture in Yu Province has its own teleportation array, and they require compatible arrays to connect. As it happens, I know how to construct them. I can finish it in an afternoon."

She had a slender figure, large eyes, and skin as white as snow, with a cascade of hair like dark clouds flowing down her back. Yet, she was as still as a maiden and as nimble as a startled hare.

Instructor Wang couldn't help but take a few extra looks at the youth who had just introduced himself as "Li Yuehei." He looked to be only seventeen or eighteen; Wang found it hard to believe such a person was an instructor.

Su Xin controlled a wisp of green light with her mind... though at this moment, it should not be called "light," but rather something resembling translucent silk threads, radiating an incredibly domineering aura.

Before the New Era, Chinese people would "slaughter the New Year pig" every Spring Festival. Even city dwellers who didn't raise livestock would buy hundreds of pounds of sausages and cured meat to mark the occasion, otherwise, the festival would lack its traditional flavor. Butchering several heads would yield over a thousand pounds of meat, and combined with all the odds and ends, it was a massive undertaking, even for the Silver Wolf's appetite.

His hand slid down her skin, and she felt a faint, high-voltage current surge through her entire body.

Could it be that he had nothing he feared? Nothing he was unwilling to face? Or was it that what he feared was exactly what he desired?

The hand-woven fabric felt exceptionally soft to the touch; the fruits of hard-earned labor are always something to look forward to. Liu Ci was just wondering if her clumsy skills might ruin the cloth when a sudden, uncomfortable sensation washed over her. Her back stiffened; something dangerous was staring at her from behind.

Jin Shan-shan’s eyes curved into crescents. Before she could figure out why he was so familiar with this place, she was dragged upstairs by Sima Sen.

In the next instant, dense cracks spider-webbed across the surface of the Purple Aura Armor. This single strike was enough to push the armor—which was designed to disperse damage across the entire body—to the brink of collapse, demonstrating the terrifying power of that emerald light.

Since it was triggered by blood, it was clear, as Veblen had said, that this was a pass intended for her use alone.

He Yu just grinned and said nothing. It was better not to chime in on such matters; after all, no one knew what might happen on the battlefield.

One bite—he had only taken a single bite, and he had become like this. Sima Sen dared not imagine the consequences of eating the whole plate, his eyes darkening.

Jun Lin sighed inwardly, but fortunately, the items Su Han and Gu Xintong had purchased this time were few, which served as a small comfort.

"Alas, what a pity, truly a pity," the Supreme Daoist shook his head with a look of regret. Although he lamented the loss, one could tell he had no desire to covet such a treasure himself.

"This humble monk’s dharma name is Yong Xiong, from the Shaolin Temple in the capital," the monk said, pressing his palms together.

Mo Chou let out a sharp cry, then pushed her palm against the bird spirit’s shoulder. Being reckless with her strength, Mo Chou sent the bird spirit flying backward with a shriek, only coming to a halt after overturning the sofa.

The thickness of their skin was something Ye Yuxuan greatly admired; despite the biting, obvious sarcasm, the two seemed not to have heard a word, their expressions and eyes remaining entirely unchanged.

Commoner: As a mere ordinary existence, they will not be prioritized as an attack target in any battle. Defense increases by 10 when in a defensive stance.

Or perhaps, having become monsters, they were merely looking for someone who could help them, someone who could tell them "why it ended up this way."

Xuanyuan Yiqing praised, "Excellent! This is the inner core of a Cold Flood Dragon, with at least five hundred years of cultivation. It is very rare." As someone specialized in receiving foreign cultivators, he was well-versed and immediately identified the origin of the treasure.

Liu Tian nodded in satisfaction. Both of these skills were ones he lacked, and they would undoubtedly be of great help to him.

Only then did Shi Lei feel that Ren Ping looked like the veteran criminal investigator who had once fought on the front lines.

Besides the Sea Demon, an acting city lord at the Heavenly King realm, there were two gym leaders stationed in Rong City: the Alliance Grass-type leader, Jing Cao. The Alliance was never short of geniuses; it took Jing Cao only a year to become the Grass-type leader, and to this day, no one had managed to wrest the position from him. Many veteran powerhouses of the Alliance’s Grass-type faction were no match for him.

Having received no response from Edmund, Mo He keenly smelled something amiss. He vigilantly picked up the heavy forging hammer at his side; whether used for forging or for crushing someone, the 100-pound hammer was equally effective.

"This is the item you ordered last time: a demon core sealed with the complete soul of a Gu Ling realm beast. Please verify it." After confirming the authenticity of the token, the man didn't care who had arrived, simply placing a black wooden box before Mu Li.

Lanterns were hung and decorations set up inside and outside Tai City. Having stood for hundreds of years, the ancient Tai City was exceptionally lively today. It was decked out in new finery; although it was the heart of the nation and the residence of the Son of Heaven, there were others in Tai City besides Emperor Chen.

Regardless, neither option would have much impact on the battle, and since their abilities were so different, it was difficult to issue orders.

Yoga was not hard to learn. In less than a month, Lin Shiyue and Zhangsun Lanxin had mastered it and were now practicing on their own. After leaving behind a yoga scripture, the Indian man took the fifty taels of gold Li Fei had given him and left, overjoyed.

Subsequently, amidst the flickering azure brilliance of arcane energy, threads of field energy rapidly converged, transforming into multiple silver-white points of light orbiting between his fingers.

"Hahaha... Ah Feng, you’ve finally had a breakthrough. That’s it! The Great Dao is simple; all laws stem from the heart; temper the heart in the mortal world. Pluck the strings of heaven, play the music of heaven, and you shall hear the Dao of heaven." General Parma clapped Chang Jianfeng on the shoulder, looking visibly delighted.