Volume One, Chapter 28: Clear Explanations, Sweet Reconciliation

Those people were also greatly shocked. They had assumed that the only demons in their household were the ones locked away in secret chambers, never expecting that many of their subordinates were disguised demons.

On two trees in broad daylight, a sudden violent tremor shook the branches, causing leaves to fall like rain. Had Shan Bo not desperately clutched Xia Wuji’s neck, Xia Wuji might have lost his sanity.

These memories brought a bitter smile to the old emperor’s face. Missing the opportunity meant waiting for a crisis to erupt, which naturally would require more lives to be lost.

A carriage was merely an added luxury; finding a proper job and working hard for a few years would make it affordable. Thus, the financial pressure was not overwhelming.

Jiang Fan paid no heed to Bian Qiang’s words nor the gazes directed at him by others. Instead, he quickly fixed his eyes on the stage.

Baishitong contributed some vitality points according to headcount, then led everyone into the trading market.

The speech by the elderly matriarch, as tedious as wrapped cloth, finally ended. When she uttered the words “commence the opening ceremony,” it was like a royal pardon. The entire school’s faculty and students erupted in cheers as the formation slowly began to move.

The crown prince stepped out of the palace with hesitant footsteps, a rare trace of uncertainty in his demeanor. At dawn the next day, he left the capital to attend to the ancestral temple and accompany King Wu.

As long as one could survive peacefully here for ten years, no—just five years—digesting the foundation they possessed, the entire refuge would surely grow stronger.

To decisively defeat the fifty thousand troops of the Dai Kingdom, even with the powerful crossbows, one condition was essential: the enemy must have nowhere to escape. They had to be held back without frightening them into fleeing and alerting Wang Dan. In the end, they must be annihilated in one fell swoop.

The sky was shrouded by heavy dark clouds. Visibility in the dense forest was extremely low, and thick vegetation lay everywhere, but none of this deterred Liu Mang.

In the territory of the Huawu Sect, Wu Yan rented a relatively good courtyard. After activating the courtyard’s protective array and releasing three flying ant sentinels, Wu Yan returned to his Immortal Pearl to restore his cultivation.

As for the He family jade disc, the talisman seal was withdrawn. Once the spiritual energy dissipated, the natural order was restored, and the oppressive aura vanished. Only then did Lü Gaoyang breathe a sigh of relief.

Leaving the illusion array set by the Foundation Establishment master here also served to conceal the cave dwelling’s existence. That it had not been discovered by others all these years testified to its extreme secrecy.

“What if the Qin army follows the old example of Lord Wu’an?” one general voiced his concern, a worry shared by all the commanders.

“Xue’er” was the name her elders had used for her in childhood. Facing Ziying now, she instinctively appealed to him with that childhood name, feeling as helpless as she had been in her youth.

After clarifying all his thoughts, Chu Wangshu returned home and took out a compass, intending to harness the power of the magical instrument to find the most suitable location nearby to set up an array. A few days ago, to precisely measure the structure of the yuanqi acupoint, he had brought this device from home.

On this suburban street, pedestrians grew increasingly sparse. The summer night echoed with cicadas and frogs, a vibrant, lively natural scene.

Three days later, Ji Sidao came to visit Chu Family Village as promised. Just as he neared the village, he saw Chu Chaoyu—the one who had delivered a message to him last time. Clearly, Chu Chaoyu’s elder brother had spotted him before he even approached the village.

Crying, she suddenly remembered she had to leave. So, sobbing, she walked around, gathering all the things left by the old lady. Like a miser, she stuffed them into her spatial pocket one by one, hiding them carefully.

Chen Che understood the ins and outs of the matter and learned that Sixth Sister might return in a few days. His heart eased, the worry lifting.

Then, why would a traveler from the Wu Kingdom engage in such reckless acts, with no reason or reward, risking their life?

Stepping back a little, Cheng Yao finally noticed that the face which had startled her was not as terrifying as she had first seen. On the contrary, it was an exquisitely handsome visage.

Meng Yuchen looked at their attire with some confusion but did not ask further. They arrived at Fengming Tower, and shortly after sitting down, overheard people talking.

Looking at the already fatally poisoned insect in his hand, Lion Roar let out a sigh and casually tossed the corpse aside.

His shirt was stained with large patches of blood, clearly ruined. Wasting another shirt pained Zhang Sanfeng. He threw the suit into a corner trash bin, then took out a casual outfit to change into.

“Looking for death!” The middle-aged lecher’s face twisted with anger as he shouted and charged at Zhang Sanfeng.

Lin Ruoyu’s cheeks flushed slightly as she softly agreed. Then she unfolded a folding table and chairs, setting them down in a less crowded spot.

Even if the system’s intrusion failed and the Overlord truly wanted to kill me, the system would protect me, preventing my complete erasure.

In this trial, those unlucky souls who died without even knowing how or by whose hand were a grim testament to this truth.

Alright then, Bai Yang had been swept here by Jing Chen in a flash, utterly unaware of the place’s nature. Now, wanting to return to Gourd Valley, he couldn’t find the way and ran back to ask.

This place was also packed, though ninety percent of the crowd were cosplayers in full makeup.

After hearing Long Shan’s introduction, Su Nan sighed: the Revered Demon of Chongjing is indeed an elder with far-sighted wisdom.

Among numerous spirit plants, Tianyuan rice was a superior variety. Cooking rice harvested from it could strengthen one’s foundation and vital essence, making it an excellent staple. However, rice grown in the pseudo-spirit fields was of average quality and less effective.

Damn it, could it be that the Overlord of the Great Wilderness drank the Fountain of Life and has now been resurrected?

Under such circumstances, even a steep mine was no challenge for Esdeath. With a snap of her fingers, she could raise pillars and walls of ice to stand upon.