Chapter 27: Who Wants to Eat Your Food?

Pei kindly offered her guidance on how to conduct herself in the world, and while Yunxiu appreciated the gesture, their life goals were simply not the same. Yunxiu’s philosophy was to avoid dealing with the Zheng woman at all costs; otherwise, why would she have run away in the first place?

"Nothing much, I just wonder if Xiao Xiao’s Aqi could throw someone down from here," Liang Yishan said with such airy nonchalance that one could hardly tell she was threatening Xun Zhou.

"Damn, is this a desolate beast? It’s my first time seeing one; I wonder how it fares in battle!" a rogue cultivator remarked aloud.

"Consecration?" Hongjun vaguely recalled that Chongming had mentioned the term, though he couldn't remember when.

"Elder Huang, why must you struggle so desperately? You know as well as I do that none of you here have the means to resist my Soul-Capturing Staff," Han Yanchen said, looking at her with a faint smile on his lips.

"Ah-Xuan..." Chu Ning reined in her thoughts and walked dreamily to Lan Chixuan’s side. She placed her hands on his lean face, caressing every inch of his skin with tender care.

Although Xu Yang felt a tinge of disappointment, he reasoned that Yu Wanting would surely contact the two of them in the coming days, so there was no need to be overly anxious.

Qingxiong looked directly into Hongjun’s eyes. They remained silent for a long time, and though he seemed to have something to say, he ultimately held his tongue.

When the Feather King’s golden feathers made contact with the black demonic energy, a shrill, piercing sound erupted. The halo surrounding the golden feathers was eroded by the darkness, beginning to dissolve away.

The drivers of the two off-road vehicles were not Lieutenant Colonel Wu, but men Wei Feng had never seen before—likely low-level personnel from the base.

Faced with the invasion of Parati’s massive army, the two demon lords had finally united. They barely managed to hold back the offensive, even pushing Parati’s forces back to the outskirts of the Brade Basin.

As the saying goes, illness comes like a mountain collapsing and leaves like pulling silk. Once internal injuries are treated, external skin wounds are of no concern; they can be corrected through cosmetic reconstruction or other methods available within the space.

He was matchless in his dominance, his long black hair dancing wildly like a demon god. After years of absence, the scion of the human clan reappeared in the mortal world, launching a fierce assault on Venerable Tianyou and clashing head-on with the Huayan Sword.

"What, it’s Young Master Heng? Give it to me. You may head down. Oh, my apologies, everyone—I must take an important call; I’ll be right back." Upon hearing it was a call from Young Master Heng, Shangguan Lanxuan hurried to answer.

Before long, the massive horde of poison demons, insect puppets, and heavily armored poison guards had all arrived at the underground cavern.

Now that Meng Qi had raised this issue again, just as the aftermath of the Ogui rebellion was settling, the expressions of everyone present were varied and complex.

If there had only been one jade slip, it would be easy to explain—after all, it was common for curios to end up as auction items. The key was that piece of Ghost Rot Vine; no one but a cultivator would know its use, and without a known use, it held no value. It was highly strange that such an item would appear in the auction.

"I can tell you that the higher-ups have assigned me to investigate the company's 95-million-yuan tax evasion case. Based on current findings, Nangong Fengyu’s antics might not be a farce, but grounded in reality," Ding Dan revealed after much deliberation.

Where she found the courage, Yang Guoxia did not know, but she spoke such blunt, uncompromising words before the mayor, surprising even herself.

As these wheels turned, they seemed intent on grinding the surrounding law-space to pieces. Even the most formidable law-space had its limits, and he refused to believe that such crude methods could trap him forever.

The scene fell into a sudden silence. Even the servants of the Ma estate, who had been wailing incessantly, grew quiet, their gazes following those of the agents as they looked toward the major.

In truth, Xiao Jing was simply too mesmerized; his eyes remained fixed on Lu Shanshan, blinking only after a long interval.

Niu Tan unleashed a golden lock, blasting it forward and shattering the momentum of Luo Qian and the Eight-Footed Demon Bull Beast.

Shao Ning narrowed his eyes as he watched her, his expression terrifying. It was as if a tiger, poised and ready, was about to pounce on its prey, sending a chill down one's spine.

"I’m in a meeting. If there’s something, wait until I’m off work," Xiao Yue said coldly, feeling resentful that Gao Feng had neither contacted her nor answered her calls for days.

He was fully aware that his current progress was entirely under the control of Karthus, starting from the very arrangement of this identity.

While Suoya struggled with his inner conflict, the merchant caravan arrived at the Frostwinter Outpost, long after night had fallen.

If Wusong were to truly marry Lin Chong’s wife, then according to Zhang Zhenniang’s seniority, Wusong would have to call Zhang Desheng "Uncle." Thinking about how the majestic new commander of the Imperial Guard would have to call him uncle, Zhang Desheng couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

Besides, it didn't matter if they understood or not; they all listened to Wusong. Whatever Wusong said regarding how to attack, that was exactly how they would proceed.

With a thought from Zhuang Jian, a vast, torrential surge of spiritual power washed over his body like a waterfall. The rolling energy roared, and as it reached the star-fallen stone, it was completely absorbed.

After an unknown amount of time, a flash of blue light appeared beside Lan Nolais. Han Tarrot sat down next to him, watching him silently.

"I served as a garrison soldier for a few years and understand military affairs. General, please take me in!" the people below responded with excited shouts.

Xiao Shan looked down at Tang Tang from on high, the corners of his mouth curling into a sneer of disdain that seemed to magnify in Tang Tang’s dizzying mind. A massive, insurmountable shadow flickered, dodging the sneak-attack dagger. After Xiao Shan evaded the blade, vertigo and darkness swarmed into Tang Tang’s consciousness, and he collapsed, unconscious.

Upon learning that the enemy ahead were merely yellow-rat demons, the Dolphin General told his disciples, "I thought it was some great beast-demon, but it turns out to be a few rats unafraid of death. This battle is of no consequence; just slaughter them." He then personally led his hundred-thousand-strong naval legion to launch a full-scale assault against the Cunning Rat Beast King.

"Outside Gusu City lies Hanshan Temple, where the midnight bell reaches the traveler’s boat. Who are you? Were you sent by Director Mao to save me?" Hanshan asked the young man, his voice trembling with excitement, but then, as if remembering something, he turned his gaze toward Ye Mingdao with sudden fury and madness.

Xia Han covered her mouth with one hand and clutched a crab leg in the other, laughing so hard she rocked back and forth, nearly dancing with delight.

Seeing the other party’s stance, Guoluo felt a twinge of fear. Although he had faced some perilous situations, the long-term influence of Confucian virtues made him uneasy under the reprimand of an elder.

It was 10:47 PM. Mi Lan, Tang Muyang, and Zuolun sat on the chairs outside the operating room.