Volume One, Chapter 111: Investigating the Cause of Death
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In this concentration camp of talent, Lu Chen, who had always been plain to begin with, became even less remarkable; his grades had fallen from top ten in high school to mere pass level now, with a clear drift toward the bottom.
If another practitioner had seized Qian Rong’s “essence soul,” he would probably dare to use it only for a few odd tricks and not risk the forbidden art of refining it. After all, the method of forging a spirit core in such a way is a heaven-defying technique that even demon cultivators dare not attempt—proof that Zhang Yang is a newborn calf that fears no tiger.
Shen Feng, Liang Xiaoyu, Lu Qingyu, and a few others sat together inside a stone chamber, talking around a table. On it sat a set of exquisitely crafted tea ware, and Liang Xiaoyu, now in the seat of honor, was pouring tea for Shen Feng and the others.
“Ah…” Qin Susu hesitated. If it had been someone else who was taken, if she were asked to scout the situation or rescue someone, Qin Susu would have answered without hesitation, but this was Baili Cangming.
Even worse, Dragon Matron and the Pig Demon King had refined those Ancient Thunder Marbles once again, infusing them with a heavy current of Ghost-Life Spear energy. The present Ancient Thunder Cannon King could now fire in bursts, and the power of each fired marble was beyond reckoning.
Yet this imposing, austere man, when he saw Lu Chen, was so moved that he could barely control himself, and tears welled in his eyes.
Dragon-Subduing Six-Leg, first among the leg techniques under heaven—Lu Chen had only begun learning it today. He had form but not essence yet, but even so, it looked formidable.
What remained was only scattered severed limbs and crushed bodies, intestines still twitching though not yet cold, and chunks of flesh and entrails bound together by a repellent, cloying blood plasma.
Elder Xunü was tightly bound by Li Fenlan, jumping and thundering as he swung a mountain-splitting great axe in wild hacks and chops. Yet the strange vine in Li Fenlan’s hand was highly alive, as flexible as a snake and as keen as a python.
Many cultivators at the Gestation realm come from great sects and, naturally, from aristocratic households, and are therefore so unacquainted with the world.
Early the next morning, Old Zhang called Wang Fen and said everything was ready and he could cause trouble at any moment.
With a bellow from Xuan Yue, a spiral vortex on his body burst out suddenly like a tornado. The forceful shockwave flipped the granary, and with wind aiding the flames, what took only a blink was enough to set the granary complex—spanning several li—in full fire.
Boom! Boom! Boom! In less than a minute, the right forward frontline had fallen into a sea of fire. Anti-air fire had already opened, and Itelam soldiers also poured in their shots, yet the elite heavy airborne units, with scarlet-dragon hide and coarse, tough flesh, could not be driven off at once.
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When the 2nd Battalion of the 10th Regiment of the First Armored Army and the 2nd Battalion of the 2nd Infantry Division were advancing toward the east side of the demon army’s main base in Nanchang, they were attacked in the Qiulin region by a mixed force of ten thousand demon air and ground troops, with more than half the men dead or wounded.
Gripping the black-gold halberd that gleamed with a metallic sheen, Ye Yu now burned with demonic flames. His black hair streamed like a waterfall, his eyes were icy, his figure was upright and commanding, his gaze sweeping over all beneath heaven as if he were a war demon come from an ancient battlefield of gods and monsters, ready to dominate the ages.
“Grandpa, did you know? You used to be a physician—were you ever one who made poisons?” Yu Yi said, sticking out her tongue at Kong Yi, whose handsome face had gone bright and flushed.
Shi Yue turned to leave, only to have a high, hoarse cry suddenly erupt from behind him.
“By the way, Young Master, I heard you intend to take Gongyang Sheng as your master, and that you’re preparing to watch the Top Ten Sword Contest. Is that true?” Fan Yue asked, looking at Xuan Yue.
If Chen Balang had said he would kill Yan Lanqin, she might not have been frightened to this extent.
“Brother Guang, sorry for not contacting you for three days. I’ve been a little busy the last two days and couldn’t get away.” After Xiang Pang sat down, he spoke no more than necessary and went straight to the point. He had truly been occupied—running about to settle debts—not that he could not break loose, but that he had not been able to get out of bed.
The old man sent out not a trace of cultivation aura, yet to the assembled He-body practitioners he still gave an air of unfathomable profundity.
Chen Naifu of course could recognize her from a far-off silhouette—even after twenty-one years of living together—yet he did not understand why Chen Yi had appeared here.
The gray Sea-Calming Divine Tortoise into which Zhang Yufei had transformed itself crawled ahead to clear the way, while Zhou Chen and Lin Wanying followed on either side, constantly scanning for monster ambushes.
“Affection—can anything like that be stated with certainty?” White smiled slightly, as if mildly disappointed that Yinglan had not looked at him directly.
“By the way, tomorrow you should bring your phone and selfie stick. You can do a live broadcast and boost your popularity—it’s been pretty low lately,” said Song Qianqian.
Still, you cannot stay underground too long; otherwise, like free-diving without equipment, if you stay down there for a few minutes you will almost certainly suffocate.
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“Hmph…” Ma Lianna still turned her head aside and refused to look at any part of Bai Chun’s body.
Such a brilliant plan—she could use every part of it, Zhao Yifei thought with quiet delight. As for giving Suri half the Zhao family’s fortune, once she successfully married Shi Yeting, everything would be smoothed out.
Ye Xun’s impulsive, resentful embrace and kiss left Xin Ying nearly breathless; when his teeth clashed against her lips once, she could not help but whisper in pain.
He picked up the half bottle of Royal Salute from the tea table, and before everyone’s disbelief, drank the entire bottle as casually as if it were soda.
The First Prince, Qin Zhanting, and the Second Prince, Qin Xinglan, grateful for Empress Mu’s grace, even asked Qin Yi to let them go with Lei Muge to Miyun Island, hoping to lend whatever little aid they could.
Servants hastened to Rui Zhu Palace to check, and indeed found the eldest prince lying in Consort Pei’s arms, cooing. They tried to carry him off, but Pei would not let go. The scuffle lasted for quite a while before it finally quieted.
Li Xiaoyun blushed involuntarily and finally understood. She had not struggled. “Not here…” She did not want it at a dining table or on a couch.
The other side was a prince of a nation. Under normal circumstances she would have exchanged a few words and kept things in motion. Now, she had no such mood.
When Huang Yifan saw the Golden Dragon’s attack, his expression changed at once. The strike from the fifth claw of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon is a move that even anyone can’t ignore; Huang Yifan could not ignore it either, and so he immediately used a divine technique he was still not used to.
“Ten million. Isn’t that asking too much? Do you think I can afford to give that much?” Xiangxiang asked with disdain.
Damn it—letting your son see this scene was truly shameful. In the first instant, that damned Dongfang Ji almost fell for your trick.