Chapter 37: The Person Behind the Scenes (Part VIII)

Ouyang Yifeng also stood up. Though his body was still somewhat weak, he was able to walk back without issue.

The mutants possessed supernatural abilities; at level 4, the beast-like forms they could manifest were a variant of these powers, essentially a form of enhancement.

My gaze kept slipping toward his wound, but I still cooperated with his outstretched hand, opening my mouth. He slightly lifted his hand, and the sweet water flowed into my blood-tinged mouth.

Seventy-two and a half. I glanced at the chubby boss and sighed. The boss looked at me and rolled his eyes.

This was indeed a stark reminder. I was terribly worried—two broken hand bones meant at least mobility was manageable, but if both feet were injured, next time I’d have to use a wheelchair.

The foreign girl didn’t just speak; she revealed her arm and showed us the deltoid muscle on her shoulder.

Watching the man in the red hat calmly load his weapon, steady and unhurried, aiming and firing, I found myself admiring him.

I wondered if Yan Feixiao had planned this in advance—by noon, Li Zhishuo’s eldest sister still hadn’t arrived.

The rise in the energy grade within the body was a matter of course, but whether one could obtain a soul store, I too was uncertain. I turned around and pressed the jade pendant against the forehead.

Nian Yun could almost imagine the ministers’ joy and excitement upon seeing His Majesty finally return to court. A few days ago, when she presided over the court, there hadn’t been so many matters to report—no doubt, they had simplified things in her presence.

All garrisons and stations must maintain good relations with the populace, not taking a single thing from them. If lodging in someone’s home, the full price in silver must be paid. Any violation of military law would be punished. Garrisons must set up sentinels both overt and covert and rest early. Tonight’s password is “Reclaim the Rivers and Mountains.”

It had been following the black dog into the Sumeru ring to cultivate recently, so it hadn’t appeared in daily affairs.

“Brother, no need for thanks, I happened to be passing by—it was no trouble at all,” Tian Xuan replied politely.

They thought that their training match with the Purple Gold team becoming a public competition was no big deal—at worst, just a topic of discussion among netizens on forums, not an official event.

Watching the excited professor, I sighed; there was no comforting him. But what puzzled me was that if Luanchuan County had long been rumored to be the resting place of the mythical phoenix, why had no one ventured in for thousands of years?

She cried for a while; her tears were like the purest spring water of the soul, washing away remorse and doubt, the years of tender love, and the accumulated memories of time.

No matter what he liked or disliked to eat, he had to consume it expressionlessly under everyone’s watch. On the surface, the emperor was the most powerful person in the realm, but in truth, the emperor bore the heaviest burdens.

Director Han exchanged a glance with Deputy Captain Wang. Han said, “It can’t be the enemy soldiers; they don’t dress like that, they’re too proper.”

Ye Feng remained silent, unsure how to interrupt, so he let the two whose true forms were demons continue their conversation.

Perhaps their fierce battle had startled the fish swimming below; as one leapt from the water, many eyes involuntarily shifted toward it.

But the pain of seeing his son covered with wounds lingered, like sharp needles piercing the heart.

Suddenly, the Blood Rose lost control, its energy wildly unstable. Petals exploded into the air, vanishing without a trace. The dispersing energy surged like a tidal wave, sweeping in all directions, unleashing storms of power that destroyed everything nearby without aim or restraint.

With a thunderous roar, a golden disk spanning a thousand miles enveloped the westernmost forest. Its devastating light eclipsed the blazing sun, turning the world dim. Time seemed to accelerate—the noon sun swiftly setting in the west as stars and moon rose high.

There was fish, meat, ribs, and a whole chicken, along with vegetables and side dishes—it could be said to be quite a feast.

“Just this set then.” Jin Yanxuan had no choice but to pick the most expensive outfit among the formalwear, so the price would hold certain advantage.

Though this young human evolutionary had slain many beasts, he had spared the demon eggs.

“Surrender? Dream on. Unless I’m dead!” Lin Han said, showing no respect to the princess.

Liao Chenchen looked at Li Xuan’an’s face, sneering disdainfully, “Heh, the big bad wolf can’t hide it anymore? You’re pretty patient to wait a whole month before acting.”

Jiang Ming dared not boast any further; he shrugged helplessly at Shen Yiyou and followed the soldiers deeper into the camp.

At the very end, he suddenly stepped back a few paces, extended his right thumb, and posed as if to say, “Keep it up, I believe in you, you’re the strongest!”

Now, looking at Tian Yan, his right eye had already transformed into the Judgement Eye, glowing ominously red.

Yun Ziyuan asked bluntly. Upon hearing this, Lady Chou’s eyes filled with weariness and sorrow, as if in an instant, the wrinkles around her eyes deepened, appearing even more aged and frail.

“This goes back to a very long time ago. Actually, every ghost should know this. If some ghosts haven’t learned it, they’d probably be executed immediately.” He leaned back in his chair, then looked upward.

The ghost agents were now bloodthirsty, each one firing relentlessly, leaving cover to shoot at the rebels. The ghost agent on the high platform continued to organize the evacuation.

Lin Feng nodded. He wasn’t sure if Qing Luo knew about last night’s events. After some hesitation, he chose not to speak. After all, he hadn’t done anything, so what was there to fear?

Xia Yu looked down, his face flushing red. He hastily pulled clothes from his pet pouch and dressed, glancing around to ensure no one was nearby before relaxing.

He must have been provoked to be so aggressive, but who exactly did he like? That was what troubled him so deeply.

Later, Sang Wushi personally witnessed him continuing to gift others with black hair and cultivation, and indeed saw the uncontrollable desire swelling within those people.

Then, in an instant, a breeze swept by. A broken soul zither leapt over the monster, instantly carrying her away.

Bai Qi, the CEO’s assistant, sat beside Chen Tianyi, looking at his calm expression with a faint smile playing at her lips. This man had ultimately not escaped her grasp.

She bent down to pick up the cigarette pack left here earlier; her hands trembled as she reached for a cigarette, tears falling again and again. When she smoked, her lips twitched repeatedly.