29 Blasphemy 05

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On the slightly lower platform stood gilded openwork chairs and tables of black jade. They were reserved for the favored consorts of the palace and the princes and princesses.

“Spoon, would you like to rest for a while first?” Tang Tang brushed his forehead with her hand. Bai Shaozi’s face was frighteningly pale.

Dongfang Bubai took it from him as though nothing were amiss, scanned it once, then again. At last, a ripple stirred his usually impassive face. He glanced at Tang Tang, then scanned it once more.

As Jiraiya had explained, Sage Mode would cause certain changes to the body, including partial frogification. Muzan had never denied this. Yet at the very moment those changes first appeared...

Across from him, Mao Yinglong was caught in deep conflict. It seemed that only by completely defeating Monkey Yanhao could he justifiably challenge Kalan. At the same time, however, he did not wish to reveal his strength too soon.

With Jiang Lan’s twelfth birthday passing in haste, the year-end evaluations finally arrived. The final examinations for every subject were submitted to the Central Intelligent Brain for supplementary calculations, while courses that had not been passed or had not yet been assessed were no longer examined.

The media spared no effort in stirring up the matter. Qiao Hui, an obscure major in the military, had once received almost no exposure. Now his photograph had appeared on the front page, making him known throughout the entire Alliance. Even the election campaign of his elder brother, District Chief Qiao Yiran, had been affected.

He cast an amused glance over them. From their expressions alone, he knew that the Land of Water would certainly not remain peaceful. The conflict between the daimyo and the nobles was precisely what Muzan wanted to see. After all, governing the Land of Water from thousands of miles away would undoubtedly be difficult.

The city magistrate was the most official and powerful authority in this world. In certain respects, their authority even surpassed that of more familiar official organizations, such as the police.

“Indeed.” Meng Ruolang proudly snapped open his fan. He looked so pleased with himself that one would think he had won the grand prize in a lottery and had completely forgotten who he was.

“I didn’t take your bra, and I didn’t father any monkey children with you. No—I never intended to do such a thing.” The more Ling Yue tried to explain, the worse it sounded, and he felt utterly miserable.

Cang Shu’s originally placid lips slowly curved into an arc. He had long since taken the four suspects into the dark chamber, and was certain that Ying Wuhuan must be among them. After all, he had burned down his lair—just what sort of lifelike face could Murong Xuan possibly create?

“Director Xiang, this is the first-place winner of this event, the Wind-Rising Cloud-Mist Team. This is their representative.”

Someone gave him a shove from behind, sending him a step forward. Thus, the young man walked over with the money in his hands.

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This body of his had definitely never been here before... Suddenly, a flash of light crossed his mind.

Anyone who made a living in the Soul-Beast Wasteland knew that the place was steeped in slaughter, with bloodshed and conflict everywhere.

The window immediately opened a crack. A soft halo of light spilled through the opening. In its glow, a slender hand reached out from within, the cuff at its wrist unmistakably embroidered with the Meishan pattern.

“I’ll still have to treat him later. By then, using these hands will count as treatment.” Lu Ming looked at his own hands and smiled faintly. Seventh Mother’s eyes reddened. The word “Your Highness” turned twice in her throat, but in the end she stepped aside and went to inspect the medicines she had prepared.

When Zhao Zi arrived before the relay station, he saw that the walls of the buildings were extremely sturdy. Though some had collapsed, most remained intact. The majority of the roofs, however, had already caved in. The rooms were unfit for habitation, so tents could only be pitched inside.

Master Ren shook his head and said nothing more. Merchants had many ways to transport goods. If Jin San had not been connected to Gaochang, he would certainly not have protected him so staunchly. Most merchants from the Western Regions depended on Jin San’s trading network in the Riverlands and had no way to oppose him.

Mucheng brought out his equipment—a camera—found a suitable spot, and began furiously photographing Lin Zihan and Liu Xiaoyan.

“You old bastard, why didn’t you act just now?” Qi Ming only remembered the existence of Master Qing in his mind after hearing the voice. He immediately flew into a rage and demanded coldly, “Why didn’t you intervene?”

Director Zhang was deeply frustrated. He had first sent two police officers to the northern part of town, only for them to find nothing and return empty-handed. Before he had even regained his composure, another call came from the south: yet another shooting had shattered the windows in the residential district of the town government.

Sure enough, the moment the three of them emerged from the forest, what entered Tang Yao’s view was a gigantic fortified settlement.

With that, Xuanzang slowly rose to his feet. Rings of golden light radiated from him, and within that radiance a massive Buddhist swastika gradually appeared. It advanced steadily toward Five-Finger Mountain before finally fading into the mountain itself.

Judging from the information temporarily revealed by Fable Hospital, one could not help but sense the hospital’s strength and sincerity, no matter how one looked at it.

Ji Wei handed over a top-grade Saint Origin Stone, then openly entered the formation with Luo Caiyu and Qi Ming. At the same time, he waved to Wu Zhuang and Lin Han, who were preparing to leave outside the formation, signaling for them to come in as well. After all, they had all emerged from the same place.

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He did not remain at home for long. After all, Chen Hua was merely responsible for delivering things to Mo Yongnian. He could wait at the Duke’s residence for a while, but he absolutely could not spend the night there.

As he spoke, he took his phone from his pocket. A moment later, he found what he had been looking for.

While sleeping in a hazy stupor, he suddenly heard someone banging on the door and calling out, “Third Brother!” The voice sounded extremely urgent.

Seeing that Temujin refused to come out and fight, Jamukha knew that provocation would have no effect on him. Thus, the next day he resumed his assault on the valley. Unfortunately, for the Northern Barbarians, who were unskilled at siege warfare, crossing the valley entrance was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Even the slightest difference could cost him his life. Never before had she hated her talent so bitterly; never before had she hated so fiercely that she was an alchemist.

Fang Zheng gently stroked the heavy hammer, his eyes filled with delight. With this, although the One-Finger Temple could not manage the ringing of bells at dawn and dusk, it could at least accomplish half of it.

He could feel the adventurous spirit buried deep within his heart slowly reviving. Yet at the same time, he could also feel his fear of the unknown steadily expanding, leaving him so tense that he was nearly suffocating.

However, Xing Lian was, in name, already the firmly established Princess Consort Ling, so everyone decided not to quibble over such matters.

What Zhou Bingran did not understand was what sort of place the Demon Ridge truly was, why it existed, and why they wanted to protect him.

It was difficult to tell whether this Beast-Taming Master of the nation intended to use profound spiritual power to trigger the blood spider’s venom, or whether he intended to use no spiritual power at all and simply remain standing there like a log.

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