Chapter 49: I’ll Handle It Myself

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The thirty-first day since Lin Huang returned to the Land of Fallen Gods, and the eighty-first day since the Land of Fallen Gods opened.

“No problem. I’ll have someone arrange it immediately. How much food and lumber do you need?” Toge, realizing that he had lost his composure, asked Podis somewhat sheepishly.

There were no ancient creatures here, nor any gene chains. To many people, this place was little more than a useless burden. As a hunting ground, it could not compare with those in Qiantian Commandery; as a zombie zone, it fell far short of Feitian Commandery, where the zombie infestation was at its worst. On top of that, entry required a threshold—one needed the gene of an arcane beast to serve as a key.

A faint rush of wind sounded behind him. Qin Zheng did not even look back. He simply flung one hand behind him, and with a sharp slap, struck the head of the ambusher until it spun several times, twisted beyond recognition.

At that moment, Kopfield was thinking of something else as well. If Graves happened to be among the heroes selected this time, it would clash with another matter—and rather seriously at that.

“Come, come. Why don’t the two immortals sit down first, and then we can talk?” Guang Da said courteously, pointing to the seats on his right.

The broken Sword of Damocles advanced beyond the speed that ordinary people could perceive, moving outside Academy Island.

Just before it was about to crash into the airspace above the Black Mountain Estate, Lu Zheng employed the golden sword embryo and carved out a huge opening as easily as a knife slicing through tofu. Then, with brazen ease, he descended into the council chamber of the patriarchs of the Nine Qinghua Families.

“Friend, I’m sorry, but we’re taking this taxi.” His words sounded apologetic, but his tone was unmistakably firm.

The disturbance here alarmed the Qin family. Before long, the Qin family patriarch arrived with numerous senior clan elders.

Seeing Lin Furong being ostracized, Lin Moling thought long and hard. His feelings were closer to Lin Mengchu, and he decided that, for now, relying on his second elder sister was the safer choice.

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After saying this, He Mu paid it no further attention. He merely studied Qinghui before him with amused interest, as though waiting for something.

Thus, although Lin Boran knew the marvelous effects of the Hundred Flowers Dew, he still did not dare seek the Emperor’s help on Lin Furong’s behalf.

Sang Hai came over as well and began sobbing loudly, followed by Chen Manchu, then Wang Yi. Soon afterward, everyone was crying their eyes out.

Sure enough, the three boulders also contained alchemical cores. One of them even held forty-three cores, each so complex and precise that none of the cores in the outer boulders could compare.

Therefore, he followed Song Xiance’s recommendation and used the opportunity of bestowing rewards to gradually strip quite a few of his old comrades of their military authority.

Zhou Kunming closed his eyes for a moment. At the thought of his son’s mangled corpse, murderous intent rose within him once more.

Ling Gen was the Spirit Emperor’s true name, known to very few. However, everyone present had once been a powerful figure of the Undying Mountain lineage. Now that they jointly guarded the Spirit Realm, they naturally knew the name.

When Wu Yuan and Ma Mingchao emerged, Song Xian instinctively snuffed out his cigarette and ground it beneath his foot.

However, during the period when he had lost his memory, he wore Soul-Seizing Incense every day. The incense had dulled his sense of smell until it was no better than an ordinary person’s.

Ao Qing was about to strike again when Tianzhao reached out and pressed a hand into the void. Ao Qing immediately became unable to move.

Qin Muyang picked up the two shoes. Yang Jinxin hurriedly cried, “Hey!”—only to see the shoes already flying far away.

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Although his shoulder had suffered a serious injury, he acted as though nothing had happened. Blood seeped from the wound, yet he seemed entirely unaware of the pain.

“Jinxin, if there’s anything you want to know from now on, just ask me directly.” Seeing the bloodless, tense profile of her face, Qin Muyang felt another pang of concern. The anger that had filled his chest was extinguished in an instant, and his voice softened as well. Gently rubbing the bruises on her hand, he continued speaking.

“His Majesty is wise.” After reading it, Huo Guang handed it to Eunuch Liao, who presented it to Liu Bingyi. By then, Liu Bingyi already had thoughts of his own. Han Zeng had said that Liu Bingyi had his own decision to make regarding the matter. Apart from ordering Liu Yanshou to be placed under house arrest, Huo Guang no longer interfered and simply waited for Liu Bingyi’s decision.

If he had not feared implicating Liu Yongquan, He Lang would have been willing to spare the servant. But he was worried that a moment of misplaced mercy might plunge his master into danger. Thus, he raised his palm and struck the other man dead. After burying the body in a secluded place, he headed toward the main courtyard.

Huo Chengjun entered the palace again that day to keep Shangguan Youmeng company. Ever since Xu Pingjun had left, Huo Chengjun felt that Shangguan Youmeng had lost yet another companion. Though she and Xu Pingjun had rarely spoken from the heart, at least Xu Pingjun had been someone with whom she could talk. Yet even Huo Chengjun herself did not know whether she had truly entered the palace only for Shangguan Youmeng.

I knew Li Xing was only pretending to “submit,” but he might be able to fool Ma Hou—what about Liu Quan? That man was an old fox, as crafty as they came. For Li Xing, this was no different from walking into a tiger’s den. Ma Hou’s loyalty to Li Xing was beyond question, but he had no brains. Could he really not see all those dangerous factors?

Seeing the other person’s indifferent expression only made her more irritated. For more than two months, she had done her best to keep her distance from He Lang, afraid that her presence might affect his state of mind and cause the Demon Emperor’s primordial spirit to spiral out of control.

Zhang Jialiang thought of something else as well. After hearing what the doctor had said, he still had one question: If Zhang Shan had truly intended to commit suicide, why had he left the bottle of medicine in the room?

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