Volume One, Chapter 34: The Open Military District

In that instant, Chen Shaojun finally began to understand why, despite the Black Dragon Lord’s formidable strength, he still needed a special chest to wield the Chaos Cleaving Axe, and even had to sacrifice numerous aquatic beings, using their vital blood and souls to drive it. His face flushed bright red as he shouted hoarsely at Chen Feng, then, like a madman, charged straight at him.

“Divorce by mutual consent is different from being repudiated by your husband. To be cast aside is shameful, but what’s so disgraceful about parting ways on equal terms? If anyone dares to oppress you because of this, I, Old Yuan, will be the first to object!” Master Yuan bristled with indignation.

Within the sectarian world, it was widely recognized as a fearsome demonic art of immense destructive power, one that fed on the user’s own bones and spirit, inflicting devastating harm upon the opponent’s skeleton and meridians. Among the sixth tier of dark arts, it ranked among the top five.

Wang the Loudmouth cried out in panic. In any other village, such a broadcast would have drawn a crowd of onlookers, but here, the place was deserted, not a single spectator to be found—everyone seemed far too calm.

Moreover, though the Marquis of Xuanwu’s household had imperial connections, it still paled in comparison to the Duke Protector’s estate. Zhao Muqi’s decision clearly hinted at a desire to disrupt the balance among the four great families.

“Well, it’s almost mealtime. Let’s go have something to eat and talk over it,” Lin Bingrou interjected, a hint of anxiety in her voice. Now that the orchard had been taken over by the village, she couldn’t produce any mangoes at all.

The deck was crafted from premium timber; any hard object could easily scratch the waxed surface and its beautiful grain, while polished shoes made it dangerously slippery.

At this moment, Qin Feng was deeply curious—could anyone on Earth, with its current technology, truly possess such power?

Hearing the murmurs around him, Master Zhao’s heart turned colder. This was exactly the kind of gossip he feared. With a somber expression, he raised his voice to explain to the crowd around him.

Besides, though Li Hanlin’s side lacked sufficient power, he still had the aid of thousands of mechanical arms aboard the sky mothership.

Many companies had begun considering music videos for their artists, especially for idols, and Junpei Tomomi was receiving an ever-growing number of song requests.

A batch of elk helicopters had been sold to Chen Wanlin, but the Tianhai base was still producing them, though at a much reduced capacity.

Listening to their words, Lu Xiao recalled the Daoist texts describing the art of “bestowing longevity by caressing the crown.”

Old Li suffered from hypertension and diabetes; no one understood dietary restrictions for diabetics better than Li Luo.

No matter how proud or independent, no director—no matter how much he loathed commercial films—could refuse such success. Even if not for money, it would make future shoots far easier.

The wolf demon was none other than Chihua, who attacked Fairy Ling Mei with the jade pendant once hanging around his neck clenched in his teeth.

No wonder everyone had looked at him with such peculiar eyes—there had been a hidden meaning after all.

Xu Che looked at Wei Zhou and Shi Qingyi in front of him, both so certain, that he began to doubt himself.

My heart sank silently, yet I carefully took out the ten soul jars one by one. Anxiety gnawed at me; though I didn’t wish for Wang Qian to dabble in the Five Ghosts Art, if she truly wished to learn, it would be a great boon to me.

The old man’s son simply stared in a daze, as if he’d seen an alien.

“It’s all over the village—they say you and Chen Xiaowan have already done that. Everyone saw you coming out of her house…” He Xiujun said.

“How about this, brother? I’ll send you the number of a friend who knows about jade. When you get to the county, just call him and say I recommended you…” Qin Yong offered.

“Could there be something ahead—a place full of mountain spirits’ enchantments? Would we be in danger if we recklessly advance?” the demoness asked, worried.

Its voice was abruptly cut off as Chen Yu barely suppressed the urge to cry out. The communication must have been severed by someone, and no matter how hard he pressed, it would be useless.

“No matter. Now that our Sacred Clan is so few in the lower realm, I shall protect whomever I can. There must be no further losses, and you must be more vigilant yourself in the future!” the demon replied solemnly.

“Your proposal is problematic, so of course I have to reject it. The company isn’t a child’s game,” Tang Yan retorted bluntly.

But… the hiding technique was so poor, half-concealed at best, and the gaze was so blatant, as if afraid she wouldn’t notice someone was watching.

Andre, transformed into a thirty-foot molten giant, suddenly cracked like a porcelain doll struck by a fatal blow—from the head, spreading all over his body. He threw back his head and let out a bloodcurdling scream, his entire form shattering into countless fragments of molten rock that scattered across the ground.

Who doesn’t want success? Who doesn’t want to be a leader? Don’t I? Does everyone have a silver-spoon background? Is everyone as talented and well-connected as He Fang?

It wasn’t until after the presentation of the 3D film award that they moved on to the main section of the Venice Film Festival—the Horizons category.

In her previous life, Ye Jiarou was unloved, and Ye Chu looked after her in every way. Little did she know that Ye Chu’s kindness was seen as mere charity. In this new life, Ye Chu’s attitude would surely change.

Wei Xinxin was lively and playful, and a temple was clearly no place for fun—not suitable for her at all.

Remembering he hadn’t yet claimed today’s task rewards, Jin Chenglu opened his system panel and clicked on the task bar.

Before leaving, her uncle clasped Linlang’s paw tightly, looking as excited as if he’d met a superhero.

It was hardly surprising that two extraordinary people would have a child who was equally remarkable; that old saying truly held—unusual parents beget unusual offspring.

Northern dogs, when brought south, can’t adapt; they sleep by the charcoal brazier, but nothing’s as warm as curling up against a heated kang.

A jade plate hovered before him, emitting a thick red beam that struck the demon python once more. In an instant, the entire serpent was engulfed in flames—so intense it was like gasoline meeting a spark, burning furiously with black smoke billowing skyward.

A slender body, though unmistakably male, easily subdued Linlang’s struggles.

Seeing that the Netherworld Flower showed no reaction, Nalan Mingyue simply assumed she was mourning for her.

“But of course! Isn’t it impressive? I created this forest domain by combining it with the Earth Pulse Technique. It’s only this big now, but once my spiritual power grows, it will become a true forest,” Dary said with confidence, and Sili nodded in agreement nearby.