Volume 1, Chapter 54: Successfully Secured

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Awooo! Among them, one starving wolf displayed an extraordinary talent, unintentionally finding a stone to stand on and instantly unleashing an astonishing leap. This truly took me by surprise, causing me to draw in a sharp breath. Yulin brought a pot of clear tea to Xia Zixuan, a highly favored brew in cultivation circles. It was made from a spiritual herb that calms the mind and spirit, bringing inner tranquility and banishing distractions. Along the way, Lin Zhixiao remained silent about their destination or purpose, and Zhao Leijun dared not ask. In his heart, everything Lin Zhixiao did was right. He believed that as long as his strength continued to grow, one day he would be able to drive away the sinister aura. But why do we persistently adhere to certain rules? It is not without reason. It stems not only from a lingering sense of conscience but also because the corpse drivers who watch us from the darkness would never allow us to so grievously break the rules of the game. Jing Rong left the east courtyard and went to the basement, where Han Xiang’s corpse was stored. Fortunately, it was winter, the cold weather delaying decomposition. Moreover, after the incident, Jing Rong ordered a special method of corpse preservation, so the body was indistinguishable from the day it was retrieved. Zhou Liang circulated Taoist true qi; his black hair danced wildly in the night wind. With great strides, he launched a proactive attack, fearless and heroic. There is no such thing as a free lunch, and no pie falls from the sky without cause. The more inexplicably flattering something is, the harder it is to trust. Xia Tian flew while looking around, radar scanning incessantly. Meanwhile, he maintained constant contact with Taishi Ci. Yet neither side found any trace of the Pixiu. Initially, he had recovered thanks to the help of an ancient thunderbird, but he did not know how it was done. Under such circumstances, he was helpless. A tremendous crash echoed, dust swirling in the air. Everyone was startled, staring wide-eyed at the hole in the slab of stone on the ground. Turning back, he continued to gaze at Su Qingtian, who still held his wrist in her hand, a playful smile on his face. She was slowly engaging with the company’s affairs; aside from some curious glances, no one whispered behind her back. The three of them followed the trail of paper scraps on the ground, walking forward for about ten minutes before stopping.

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Xu Lingzhu gave herself a once-over, only then noticing a hole had formed in her shoe, though she was unsure when. That tremulous feeling startled Chu Li—it was the same person who had been spying before. But why was he fixated on him now? Could it be because Chu Li had just exploded that cassia tree? Seeing Lu Jiaoxing sitting on the cart, she suddenly pushed her off. Lu Jiaoxing fell hard onto the ground, screaming. He bent down and kissed her wound with his lips; at first, a gentle, comforting kiss, but it gradually deepened, lingering tenderly. Especially the final detail—if exploited by someone with ill intent, it could become a scandal that Yin Yi was being kept as a mistress by Baizhu, destroying her reputation. Perhaps when searching for the world’s crystal, Kaist truly couldn’t help much. But as a summoner who trusted him so deeply, it was necessary to tell him his goal. The generals were stunned at his words, a strange light flickering in their eyes, and for a moment, no one dared to reply. Zhao Qian’s underground passage led directly to the sea, circling behind the pirates to the island with no attempt at concealment. Strutting forward, the pirates dreaming of riches never expected a grim reaper to appear behind them. After learning the hideout of this group, Lian Feng considered his mission complete. But when he saw the terrifying zombies and the strange plants, he was utterly shocked. As the flames died down, the skeleton monsters around the purple bamboo forest were all reduced to ashes. Even the vengeful cultivators resurrected by Hela, who had been hiding behind the skeletons, returned to the natural cycle in the fire. For safety, Zhang Qinglie had summoned the Ten Directions Demon Banner to guard the island from the start, turning theft into outright assault, which ultimately provoked the arrival of the great god Zhao Qian. Thinking of this, Albatross felt a deep pang in his heart. “Patrol mission canceled, assemble at the designated location. Zaft’s orbital fleet is beginning its airborne landing.” The electronic map displayed new arrows and numerous flashing red dots marking expected landing sites. “Excellent! Thank you for your cooperation! Thank you for your intelligence! Heh heh... as a reward, I guarantee you will not become their food! But... scum like you will not escape death!” Jin Yang laughed. “So, before he could act, you took the initiative? Aren’t you afraid of framing him?” Zhao Qian asked with amusement. These sorcerers were not to be trifled with; striking first was nothing unusual.

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The old man’s gaze shifted from the divine temple back to the mundane world, his expression once again full of humanity—tinged with mockery, pain, and helplessness. She had planned to use the ice giants to toy with Ye Buyu and his group, making them exhausted, but she never expected them to fall in under one round. “Impossible! I clearly erased your consciousness; you cannot still be in the Sea of Recognition!” the old fellow cried out in horror, unable to accept the truth. “Hmph! You four famous constables only know how to gang up on the weak!” Sima Fangling retorted sharply. Along the way, An Nianchu kept glancing at Qin Muche with a glare before turning away. “Forget it, Yang Liang, why bother arguing with him?” Meng Hui stood and approached. Although Rong Dongcheng’s words stung, Meng Hui was also disabled. Since he chose to face reality, more people would surely judge him, and he would have to get used to it. “Hmph hmph.” Anxin smiled mysteriously, not speaking immediately, waiting for Xiao Qing to emerge from the inner chamber. Liang Yubo’s face instantly sagged—still the same trick? Dare he try something new? So boring. Before consciousness completely faded, a faint lotus fragrance filled his nose, easing much of the pain. Coldly clenching his fist, veins bulging and blue, he silently vowed: if that girl was taken by Feng Er, then the sword was also stolen by Feng Er. One day, Feng Er would die beneath his blade.