Volume 1, Chapter 30: Buying the Mountain

Yet, who is Nissen? He is the Vice-Commander of the Lion King Mercenary Corps, a contemporary of Ryan the Lionheart Paladin. Had he not lived in the same era as Ryan, Nissen would have been fully qualified to claim the title of the greatest of his time.

The beast-armored guards halted at the foot of Temple Peak, and the holy warrior escorts stopped before the forbidden grounds of Christ Peak. The mountains grew ever steeper, the temperature steadily dropped, and pure white snow began to appear on both sides of the narrow stone steps.

After speaking, I watched Kiya with a touch of nervousness. These words were my ultimate goal. I worried deeply—if even Kiya had no solution, what were we to do? Amidst my silence, Kiya finally spoke slowly.

Their goal was to ensure that Qin Hao could derive the greatest benefit from this cultivation session.

Upon hearing this, more than half of the people in the great hall wore expressions of astonishment.

Thus, Uncle Da was the first to agree with Jane's proposal. The other uncles, who had followed Jane’s father, Chuck, also expressed that if the Sells Mercenary Corps did not mind taking on a few old fellows, they would follow Jane as well.

Although their physical bodies were many times stronger than those of ordinary people, they still had to rely on spiritual energy to protect themselves against such powerful gales.

Clad in simple plain clothes, she danced beautifully; the constant "swish" of pebbles striking the burly men around her only added to the charm of her graceful movements.

The two ancestors, both formidable experts, did not hesitate to strike with full force. For the demon race, weakening the strength of humanity was always a good thing. It mattered not which side suffered casualties; as long as they were human, it was a victory.

Consequently, even though she had been missing for five years and her fate remained unknown, she still held the title of chieftain. The tribe was still known as the Muluo Tribe. In Muhua’s estimation, although Muluo’s life tablet remained intact, she was likely nothing more than a puppet of the Dream Marten.

It was a palm that was smooth, devoid of any calluses, soft, and seemingly entirely devoid of any threat.

"Do the Imperials possess such deep schemes? Are they not most fond of overwhelming everything with sheer military force? Why would they resort to conspiracy?" Xu Ke asked skeptically.

After Yulan returned from reheating the dishes once more, the two masters, who had been making a ruckus in the room for an hour, finally emerged.

"One comb to the end, two combs to gray hair and harmony, three combs to a house full of children and grandchildren," the Empress recited with a smile.

Even with all her regrets, Huang Yan knew that Princess Liyang had made thorough preparations; whether she had fled then or not, the Princess would not have let her go easily.

Mu Xiaoxiao cheekily remarked, "Lord Yama guessed correctly; the word 'shyness' truly does not exist in my dictionary." Did this count as flirting with the Lord of the Underworld? No, that shouldn't be right; she hadn't even batted an eye at him.

Though it might be utterly humiliating, compared to one's life, survival was paramount. Without life, nothing remained; this much she understood.

Faced with this scene, Daoist Liyan and Daoist Yangong exchanged a glance, a peculiar brilliance flickering in the depths of their eyes.

This struck Concubine Liu like a bolt from the blue. Was she destined to be childless her whole life? No, she must have a child. Thus, she sought to borrow Zhang Lingshan’s seed to produce a son. Unfortunately, time and again, she failed to realize her wish.

According to the records in the technique, to cultivate the Purple Void Corpse-Stiff Sacred Record, one must completely transform one’s corpse-essence into ordinary yin-essence. Only ordinary yin-essence was equivalent to the spiritual energy of a cultivator, and only by cultivating such yin-essence could the true power of the Purple Void Corpse-Stiff Sacred Record be unleashed.

He ventured to tear off a piece of meat and chewed it; the taste was no different from ordinary meat. Though it lacked salt, it tasted even more fragrant.

Another deathly silence followed. Only after a long while did the squeaking sound reappear in Tong Xi’s mind.

His expression turned incredibly ugly as he cast a deep, lingering gaze at Feng Yujie’s retreating back.

Upon hearing Cang Ma’s words, the others immediately retreated, leaving the two alone in the room.

"Miss Mo, thank you for this time. If not for you, I would never have imagined that your tribe’s scrolls were kept in this place." Although he had not found the specific scrolls he needed, Lu Xiang still politely thanked Mo Ling.

By the time Uncle Nine and the others left, Xia Zhuo had already entered the mountains. It was not the original mountain range, and he did not know what lay within, but severely wounded as he was, he could not travel far and had to find a nearby cave to recover.

Tong Xi’s words were too erratic; he had just been discussing how to deal with a potential Orc invasion, only to suddenly shift the topic to Yanzhi Mountain.

Xia Li wanted to handle these four herself—not out of vanity, but because she could see that the Chi family intended to intimidate the Princess Consort, hoping to frighten her into submission so they could mold her as they pleased.

Ouan An’s tears fell instantly; the play was over before she had even had a chance to take the stage.

"You think you can force me to compromise with such threats?" The Scorpion Beauty’s expression shifted slightly, and though she remained stubborn, ripples of doubt stirred within her heart.

A seven-character name—this was the first time Fang Cheng had ever heard of such a thing, just as it was his first time witnessing the greatness of the Star Clan.

"Fine, I refuse to believe I cannot wait for you today." With that, she stormed off toward the conference room.

"Alright!" Lin Yuanlan nodded. A second later, she realized she had inadvertently agreed to go out with him tonight, and a mix of joy and shyness immediately filled her heart.

Suddenly, she noticed her phone flashing; she had long since set it to silent. In truth, she had never intended to cooperate with that man; she merely required a reason for her death to seem justified. Once she was dead, everything would be over.

"Han Erqi?!" Recognizing the anxious shout coming from outside the tent, An Youran’s eyes widened, and she leaped up, wanting to rush out to see what was happening, only to be held back by Li Yan.

So that was it; the Wind-Chasing Phoenix could consume its master's blood! Not to mention its master—anyone pierced by its tongue would be injected with hunting fluid, rendering them completely immobile.

Shen Weilai dared not speak again. She could feel that Ling Mo was very angry, though because they were children, he refrained from venting his rage upon them.

Liu Mu realized what kind of tea this was—a top-tier tea capable of competing for the title of the Ten Great Teas. In later ages, it would be known as Taiping Houkui, one of the finest teas in existence.

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