Night Owl

Ye Qiu nodded, then recounted everything to Wei Xue. Only after hearing the full story did Wei Xue finally come to her senses and accept the reality before her. Though the words were exaggerated, it was true that even the most ordinary could live for thousands of years, witnessing the ebb and flow of the world, the sea turning into mulberry fields and back again.

Thus, Murong Shang was confident that even if this soul attack could not utterly erase Lin Yi’s spirit, it would certainly inflict grievous wounds.

“In a little while, you go back first. I still have some matters to handle,” Jin Feng said gently, wiping the sweat from her forehead. Chu Yunlian nodded in understanding.

At the sound of a clear howl from outside, his expression shifted, and in a flash he vanished without a trace.

In this bloody battle between mortals and immortals, Qi Ye could only watch from the sidelines. His body was unscathed, not suffering the slightest injury, for all attacks had been blocked by Luo Sheng.

Since ancient times, “the people do not contend with the officials” has been an unshakable truth. No matter how strong a clan’s influence in the underworld, if they opposed the machinery of state power, it would be like striking a stone with an egg—certain destruction, bloodshed, and utter defeat, beyond any doubt.

But his father surely knew a great deal about his affairs. Judging by the circumstances, it seemed his father had kept these things from him as well. At crucial moments, Lu Tian still proved reliable.

“We’ve already booked rooms. Let’s get some rest—we set out officially tomorrow,” said Liu the Cripple.

It was simple: most of the girls were dressed in special forces uniforms, and some even had sidearms at their waists, sometimes inadvertently exposed.

At the Saint realm, when facing the incarnate Dao Fruit of the first generation of the Great Sacred Physique, his myriad fist techniques revealed their first form—Peerless in the World.

Along the way, Jiang Chen had captured several hundred ordinary zombies, ten black zombies, and one green zombie before arriving at Wang Family Village.

“It’s nothing, really. I just thought this arrangement was best,” Bai Tingting said, unable to admit that in her past life, this was exactly how everyone had been led; she simply remembered and wrote it down.

Could it be the effect of the heavy rains from the past few days? He boldly guessed that perhaps the zombies had discovered that the mysterious substance in the rainwater was beneficial to them—that’s why they all came running outside.

Once again dodging the forceful strike of Black Donkey Ah Zhu’s hoof, the figure in black robes hovering in the sky took a deep breath, and a sudden brilliance flashed in the muddled eyes hidden beneath the hood.

A silver-white and a purple-red, two raging streams of spiritual energy surged into the sky, illuminating the entire night.

Having found the Resting Soil and followed it to a certain place, Jiang Chen gazed at the tightly locked door before him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

“Of course she doesn’t know. The account and mobile number are both with me. My online operations strictly follow Mom’s methods: only buying reverse repos of national bonds, always the four-day term, yet earning six days of interest. Look.” Nie Suyao used a calculator to show Hanhan the results.

Originally, Jiang Chen’s dantian had contained much internal energy, but now, with the appearance of this energy source, all the inner force had vanished as if it had never existed.

Yun Luo’er couldn’t help but let out a laugh. When Ying Tian looked up and saw her blossoming smile, he was mesmerized. Seeing him so entranced, a blush crept onto her face, yet she could not tear her gaze from him.

If he hadn’t used his divine sense to investigate, Yang Mingyang would have simply flown over, unconcerned. But now, having seen it, he could no longer ignore the matter. His face darkened with anger as he flew straight toward the heart of the battle.

In Ah Qi’s hand, the enormous sword—taller than a man—suddenly split into two long swords, then instantly shrank into a pair of short swords, light and nimble, which flew straight back into the scabbards at his waist with a swish.

The old master was in a good mood today. He summoned a servant, brewed a pot of fine tea, and invited Yang Mingyang to sit and share a thoughtful conversation.

Long Aotian said gravely, “You’ve lost your vital essence. It seems you won’t be able to master the Supreme Yang Divine Skill.”

“They forge their swords in the earthfire’s extreme flames, and those flames are the only thing that can match dragonfire. Naturally, blades forged this way can cut through dragon scales!” Guo Rang affirmed.

Chu Xuan’s eyes once again gleamed with the light of dominion. The compass in his hand reappeared, emanating a strange aura that filled the sky.

Su Younu remembered his former name: he was Su Changqing, she was Su Younu. He was never Wei Yin, and she was never a slave.

Moreover, these pig’s feet, after boiling, retained much heat, causing the fat within to slowly melt and coat the bones with a rich layer of grease.

Liu Yan was silent for several seconds before forcing a smile, laughing awkwardly and pretending to be cheerful, though she said nothing more.

Yuan Tan looked over and saw an elderly man approaching. Judging by the medicine pouch at his waist, he appeared to be a physician.

A thunderous crash resounded; for a moment, Long Fei felt the immense power of Gao Xuan, and his tail loosened its grip.

When the battle ended, only one hundred and twenty-nine people remained in the arena, meaning there would be one bye in the next round. That person, together with the sixty-four winners, would make sixty-five—the number the Eastern family required.

Ordinary poisons were not so hard to come by, but the most potent ones required rare medicinal ingredients and specialized alchemists. How could Chu Huaizhi know such people?

Unable to betray his brothers, yet loving so deeply that even pain and sorrow could not make him let go, Ning Gu was on the verge of collapse.

At that moment, as Gao Xuan saw the torrent of power surging toward him, a glint of cold light flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, Gao Xuan and his companions shielded themselves, protecting their bodies from the aftermath of the bloodthirsty formation.

Outside, Hu Nao and the others grew more anxious with every passing moment. After a brief discussion, they resolved to break down the door.

“No! You’d best stay out of this!” he snapped, seeing that Hua Qingxin was resolute in her decision. His discontent began to show. Who was she to order him back? Who did she think she was?