Volume 1, Chapter 41: The Saintess Is Here Too!

A core disciple, and a pill refiner from the Alchemy Pavilion at that, actually possessed a replica of the Demon-Slaying Sword, an Imperial weapon. Even for martial arts disciples, obtaining such a replica was incredibly difficult; only a small fraction of personal disciples were deemed worthy of holding one. For a pill refiner, however, obtaining a replica of the Demon-Slaying Sword was undoubtedly as difficult as ascending to the heavens. After all, a pill refiner’s combat prowess was lower than that of a martial artist, and throughout history, the Demon-Slaying Sword had been used exclusively by martial artists.

"I am Tang Fugui, from the Spirit Treasure Grotto-Heaven." Tang Fugui walked up to Chu Tianxing, cupped his hands in a formal greeting, and asked, "May I ask for your name?"

"Chu Tianxing, from the Demon-Slaying Holy Land," Chu Tianxing replied with a bow.

"Chu Tianxing? To think that there is..."

Perhaps it was because she had slept without a blanket, but Qiao Jiayue suddenly caught a cold. It struck with ferocity, leaving her entire body aching. She couldn't help but gasp repeatedly, not daring to dwell on the thought any further. But... all of this remained unverified; it was merely his conjecture.

And now, Du Bian had become the third person to survive the Heavenly Punishment and the third to successfully pass the God-Demon Trial.

"Is he really that impressive?" Xue Pingshan asked, though his tone remained dismissive, as if he felt Han Bing was trying to swindle him.

Haha! He was only doing it to curry favor with the new queen. It was a pity, however, that Madella didn't seem to notice at all.

Wang Hu and his men had one primary objective this time: to kill those who harbored ill intentions toward them and to warn others. Naturally, they wouldn't go to great lengths to clean up the corpses.

He pulled back, only to see the bearded military officer he had met a few days prior. The man was holding a medium-sized silver chest, waddling in with a beaming smile and a swaying waist.

"What? A bet is a bet! Can you not afford to lose? Or are you a sore loser?" Han Bing stepped back decisively, while simultaneously pulling three Purple Crystal Heavenly Thunders into his hand.

"Prime Minister Wang, Madam, please wait a moment. I will have someone notify the Prince and Princess immediately," the butler said respectfully. He then summoned a maid, whispered a few words to her, and the maid withdrew.

Looking at the bloodstains on the ground and the mangled remains of the corpses, he knew that his two subordinates were finished.

It was a massive demonic beast, twenty meters in length. Following its appearance, over a dozen disciples of the Spirit Heaven Sect behind Tuoba Qingyun began to summon their own creatures.

But with a migration herd, vast as a surging flood, blocking their path, and predators with gaping, bloodthirsty maws lurking nearby, what were they to do?

Accustomed to wearing narrow-sleeved clothing, Huo Ying was caught off guard and found her body gradually tilting.

He was still dressed in rags, but having undergone another round of marrow tempering, all the dust and grime that had once obscured him had completely vanished.

It was unknown how much time had passed, but Yu Qiaoyue’s dance finally came to an end. As the two returned to reality from the world of the dance, the atmosphere between them grew strangely subtle.

Just as she stepped outside, Zhuohua hurriedly tucked Mu Gui away. This was her only sword; it would be a disaster if it were melted down.

Feng Yixiang was deeply confused by Pan Yuhong’s words. He knew that one of the two Mei Xuelians had to be a fake, yet he couldn't understand how both were able to stay by Pan Yuhong’s side.

"Who knows? Some people just like to stir up trouble for no reason," Christine rolled her eyes. Despite her words, she stopped in her tracks and did not move forward.

Shen Changqing’s predecessor had been a probationary demon-slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, the lowest rank among them.

He did not go to the restroom but returned directly to his dormitory, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, yet he failed to find what he was looking for.

She only needed to go over later, collect the plants into her storage space, and then produce the agreed-upon quantity of grain.

Gu Yanfei gently flicked her index finger, causing the jade pendant hanging from it to sway back and forth.

Minghe perhaps understood why Pu Ding could utter the phrase, "If there is no freedom of criticism, then praise is meaningless." This level of magnanimity already surpassed the swarm of authors who begged him for recommendations every single day.

Jiang Wan, who had snuck in behind them, saw that a great battle was imminent. She quietly slipped into the bedroom, locked the door, and prepared to enter her space to harvest crops, leaving the rest to unfold on its own.

Ling Yue helplessly accepted Jin Baozhu’s argument; when it came to silver-tongued debates, he was clearly no match for her.

At the time, Vegapunk had been bored. After all, besides Nicholas, who could barely manage to converse with him, everyone else appeared to Vegapunk as incapable of communication—though, to others, Vegapunk himself seemed like nothing more than a mad scientist.

The surrounding crowd erupted in laughter. The man stood up in a fit of rage, intending to teach Shen Tinglan a lesson, only to realize he was a head shorter, leaving him at a disadvantage in terms of sheer presence.

Watching everyone busy at work, Yun Qing felt delighted. Since it had been agreed that she could keep all the scraps, she wouldn't bother digging any further; after all, whatever she dug would surely be scraps, and she might even end up hurting herself.

As he spoke, he muttered to himself, or perhaps asked Xu Weikang, "Are Yue Longtian and Xiao Guoxiong together?" With that, he hung up the phone.

"Brother Gu, are you going? Let's go together!" Shi Jie patted Gong Shiqin’s shoulder, looking like the best of friends.

No matter how much Luo Yishuo doubted, she had no leads. When she received a call from Young Master Huai, who was at the hospital, and was told to come over, she immediately suppressed the doubts in her heart.

"Self-willed young master." But I am afraid. I refuse to implicate anyone; I still have that much backbone, at least.

Some even entertained the thought of escaping, but that was merely a fantasy. Without the Demon King present, the strongest experts here were only at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. Even if a few of them joined forces, they might have enough confidence to flee, but returning to the Demon King’s city to face the Black Demon King would truly mean certain death.