Volume 1, Chapter 36: Death to the Traitor

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Although Uncle Jiu was quite accommodating, he was old, after all, and his manner was scarcely different from that of a shopkeeper from the old days. Even the Fragrant Bathhouse had more than a hint of the style of a pawnshop from the last century.

After hanging up the phone, Jin Wu looked utterly exhausted. He bitterly regretted his greed back then; now he did not even dare let his wife and children return home.

But just then, a furious shout struck him like a blow to the head, making his entire body tremble and restoring clarity to his mind.

The Southern Mountain Seal had evolved from a Buddhist mudra, but it was no longer an ordinary hand-seal technique. The Southern Mountain Seal belonged solely to Su Nanshan; no second person could ever learn it.

Judging from this, the supernatural ability was clearly one that could grow, extending the duration of its time reversal as its wielder’s strength increased.

Since she was a police officer, there were certainly other officers outside watching him closely. Making a move now would undoubtedly expose him.

Bai Lun smiled and casually took a glittering golden nail from inside his robe, placing it in the hands of the obsequious shopkeeper.

After Jiang Wan brought over the soup and sat down beside Wen Yu, she still felt uneasy. She seized his hand and examined it again.

With that, Hu Ren raised his chin, puffed out his chest, and strode into the martial arts school with the swagger of a conquering king.

In truth, Hiroichi Sakata’s price was already quite fair. Even at an overseas auction house, the coin would have fetched little more than that as its reserve price. But Lang Yuer’s visit made it seem as though the coin must have some flaw, which was why it had to be sold at the minimum price.

“Zhenzhi, double your cultivation time every day and train seriously. I’ll test you when I return!” Wu Qingying was so furious at the sight of her disciple practically praying for her departure that she nearly lost her temper.

“Don’t be too heartbroken over what happened a few days ago.” Seeing the despair on Meng Xiran’s face, Mu Shinian felt as though his heart were being crushed in someone’s grip, the pain almost unbearable.

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In the command room, Lan Youting rubbed her temples and let out a long breath, feeling that the world had finally grown quiet again.

On the official road leading to the Western Liang battlefield, Yu Jin was speaking softly with Cao Aman, while Dian Wei rode behind them, guarding their backs.

Nearly all the waste from Laboratory P4 was infectious, so it required the highest incineration temperature and the longest burning time.

Green Turnip’s father had been weighed down with worry and consumed by agitation, but after Xi Wang said those few words, his pain seemed to lessen by half.

Green Turnip took out a pregnancy test strip and dipped it into the urine. A moment later, two red lines appeared.

At some point, the sky had already become covered in dark clouds. Bolts of white lightning rained down one after another, all striking toward the carriage.

“Zhier, walk more slowly! Wait for your mother!” The moment Wu Qingying saw the first sentence on that page of ghost-blurred writing, she nearly burst into tears.

The moment Ren Xuyu heard Yang Zihuo say this, obvious tension and panic appeared on his face, and he hurriedly refused.

The zombie’s arm, which had already reached inside, was knocked out of the boat. When it lunged again, the wooden boat had already overturned firmly atop the weir. Although the zombie’s collisions and shoving had shifted the boat slightly sideways across the stone slabs, there was no longer any danger of it capsizing.

“A Mysterious-Tier Gang God, under the watch of your Chaotic Yellow-Tier Gang God, actually allowed the young master to be killed—and you still have the nerve to come back?” An old man stared coldly at the other elder and barked the words.

Having broken through the formation, the middle-aged man had also finished preparing another spell. A bolt of lightning as thick as an arm shot from his hands toward Ling Tian. It flashed and vanished, yet in the blink of an eye it had arrived before him, erupting with an extraordinarily intense radiance. Several people inside the restaurant were temporarily blinded.

“Why not just take out a grenade or something and blast your way through?” Wang Xu replied matter-of-factly.

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Yi Jiu, Yi Ren, Wang Xinglong, and the other members of the Eagle Claw Sect all wore cold smiles. Everyone knew that Meng Pochu’s eagle claws could shatter stone and split monuments. Once they seized an opponent’s hand, they could dislocate the joints and tear the tendons apart, crippling the person’s ability to attack.

The Buddhist scriptures Tang Xuanzang had brought back from the Heavenly Chasm had all been recovered for him by Wang Ping’an, without a single loss. They were now displayed atop a flower-decorated parade float for the people to view. As the procession moved along, countless citizens knelt before the float, chanting the name of the Buddha.

Lei Gang flew painfully out from ten zhang beneath the earth, looking battered beyond recognition. His black robe had long since been reduced to strips of cloth hanging from his body, and a bloody footprint marked his back, exposing nearly white bone. Lei Gang drew a deep breath, glanced at Qingqingnian, then took out a healing pill and swallowed it.

This was precisely the Chongzheng Hall where the barbarian chieftain Huang Taiji often conducted state affairs. Zhong Jinwei chose a spot, walked behind the dragon throne where Huang Taiji sat, and began rapidly writing words on the wall.

Lei Gang let out a low growl and abruptly steadied himself in midair. Power exploded through his body as his right hand clenched into a fist and struck toward the enormous ferocious beast.

Li Dong’s expression was cold. Whenever he heard a howl, he immediately fired another shot. With his extraordinarily keen senses, he never missed; every shot struck its target precisely, killing it outright and leaving no future trouble.

Among them was a particularly unusual mat. It was made of ivory. Ivory was expensive, but Sun Chuanting had seen it before.

Naturally, Old Man Zhenwu could not be allowed to learn of such a thing. Thus, Old Man Yuanqing said nothing more and went straight on to describe the current situation inside the Earth Fiend Demon-Refining Formation.

Just as he was about to pull him inside, Old Man Yu said, “客官, it’s the same across the way, and the rooms there aren’t crowded either.” An ordinary shopkeeper would have tried to draw the customer into his own establishment, but this one was directing him elsewhere. It was clear that he must have had an excellent relationship with the fat old man.

Zhang Rui’s thoughts were simple. After all, she did not know that the Desolate Marsh Continent also had a Witch God. Song Yan, however, had thought much farther ahead than she had. He lowered his head, sinking into contemplation. A trace of clarity gradually appeared on his face.