Chapter 100: The Spirit of the Valley (Part 1)

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The man surnamed Zhang responded with a nod, raising his hands slightly as the Soul-Stabilizing Bell ascended, revealing the Thousand Tribulations within.
In the original story, during Director Zei’s meeting, shortly after being abducted by aliens, Director Jigang arrived at the command room demanding the Victory Team to launch an attack.
“After all, this price hike isn’t just from our store; all grain shops across the capital are raising prices together. Do they really have a choice?” the clerk said indifferently.
But now, the families of Zuo Guangdou and Yang Lian had come to Yangzhou, tearfully imploring him to eradicate the factory guards in accordance with Emperor Chongzhen’s decree, to avenge their fathers.
His hands looked fair and delicate, as if they had never touched anything dirty; even if a wine bottle spilled, he wouldn’t bother to steady it.
Hearing Old Qian’s words, Ximeng thought to himself, of course, this was a fishing vessel crafted by the artisans of the Longjiang Shipyard, representing the highest shipbuilding standards of the Ming dynasty, incomparable to those built by the fishermen themselves.
An inscription seemed carved on the coffin. Upon closer inspection, it boldly read “Nan Gong, the Ugly Pivot.”
After speaking with the actors, the Victory Team members all took their leave, as they needed to prepare for departure the next day.
These two supreme beings, two powerful lords, engaged in battle in an instant.
The two great forces, one light and one dark, had reached a point of irreconcilable hostility; it seemed neither would yield. What began as a contest for the county magistrate’s position had gradually evolved into a decisive struggle determining the future prosperity or decline of both factions. Whoever stepped back first would be forced off history’s stage.
Liu Hui smiled triumphantly, wondering if Huangfu Beier would again escape unscathed this time.
If Xiao Yang knew why the two security guards despised him, he would surely be so frustrated as to cough up blood.

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If he married Qin Keke, she would never allow him to frequent places of debauchery like that. Qin Keke’s possessiveness was so strong that she would likely plant numerous spies around him; at that point, he wouldn’t have this kind of freedom anymore.
Meanwhile, in the imperial city, news of the ancient mutant breaking through Dayong Pass had spread like wildfire, and because Qiushui Kingdom had been destroyed overnight, the citizens who once lived there had long since fled, leaving only some elderly, weak, sick, and injured behind—helpless souls unable to flee.
Within the imperial sea, sea monsters appeared—large fish with razor-sharp teeth and many tentacles... Could these be octopuses?
“Everyone, be alert! There may be new enemies!” Xu Huang shouted to the many demon clan warriors.
Because of Li Qingfang’s matter, Xiao Yang left the hotel; night had fallen completely. Guessing there was no point in returning to the company, he decided to go home.
A red and a white long sword clashed dozens of times like a violent storm, all sounds overlapping into a sharp crack.
Listening to Yue Luo’s words, Lin Tiancheng felt some frustration, thinking that the illustrious Death Spirit Lord had become so petty—he wondered who had taught him that.
In an instant, the valley sky darkened and grew gloomy; countless whirlpools swirled. Though seal talismans suppressed the Yin-Yang Ninefold Golden Crow Thunder, an even more powerful sealing force pressed down.
The commander’s opinion of Lu Qing’er had truly changed. Seeing the soldiers still listless, he felt angered.
A palm strike released a gust of wind, dispersing resentment and revealing the barely alive Jiang Yun lying there.
At this moment, Jiang Yun’s corpse no longer held any power within, allowing the Dao Lord’s divided soul to clearly see that it was completely empty inside.
When the number of demon-sealing talismans embedded in the dragon-patterned body reached a sufficient count, Jiang Yun would be able to subdue that dragon pattern without shedding blood.

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Although he knew the old ancestor of the Wind Clan was also a Dao demon, according to Man Shang, the other party was likely not truly at the Human-Demon Conformity realm but only at the Heavenly Human Fifth Tribulation stage.
From Kumano’s father’s words, Yanji City roughly understood: if the Netherworld Sacred Artifact was like a bowl and Mingyou’s consciousness was like the water inside, transferring the water into another bowl meant Yanji City could return to the Netherworld with the empty bowl and utilize it properly.
Zeng Zhuo instantly recognized this iconic scene, his body trembling slightly.
However, Lin Yu’s thought was to delay just two more days if he could; this might be his last peaceful life. Previously, since no one knew Snow Sword Divine’s identity, there was some restraint. If Lin Yu’s identity were exposed, many things would become difficult to avoid.
Ling Ke tried several times to turn and charge forward; on one hand, a vulture army was holding him back, and on the other, Mo Yuan was pulling him back.
“Yes, yes, big brother’s lesson was well taken! Lord Demon is pleased, and we brothers can bask in the glow for a few days…” The man could not help but laugh slyly; one could tell there was more to his words.
You chose the man; now just be content. Enough trouble. If you really don’t want to marry, where will father’s face go?
Past regrets from a previous life have all been made up in this one—no debts, no losses, only a faint sorrow rising in the heart upon facing this person now.