72 Spirits and Deities (4)

“Did you check and confirm that Flesh Mountain is truly dead? Are those video reports genuine, without any illusions or disguises?” The Spirit Master swiftly reviewed the intelligence, not bothering with the finer details. The length of the report was considerable; she needed to address urgent matters first, then take her time to ponder the rest.

A faint, vivid green gleamed across the stone. It appeared to be glass jade, beyond doubt.

“Lanlan, what are you doing? Can’t we just live like ordinary couples, peacefully?” Xiang Qianxun and Zhu Sanniang felt a pang of sorrow, their eyes reddened. Even though both sensed waves of profound grief and helplessness, unable to resist, how much greater must the burden be for Xi Qianye, who bore everything?

“Impressive!” Bai Shengmingyue praised, his long sword already drawn. The blade swept upward, slicing off half of Bu Liu’s tongue. Bu Liu, hiding to the side and watching, found it strange. He was well-versed in knife techniques; his opponent’s aggressive approach usually targeted the lower body, but Bai Shengmingyue’s move seemed to defy that logic.

“A clever one,” Su Jun remarked. He had always known Zuo Xijue wasn’t stupid, but this time, her decisive betrayal of her teammate proved she was truly maturing.

Bai Licheng was curious. After returning from Spirit Sea Island, he arrived here with his third uncle, so when the Jiang Tide sent someone to fetch him, it was pointless.

He believed the success of Li Na’s surgery, with no adverse aftereffects, must be credited to her being one of those legendary ancient martial practitioners.

But Su Jun paid him no mind. Though he spent ages sparring, he couldn’t waste all his time on such things. After testing the “fistfight plus hammer” combination, that was enough.

As if confirming the siblings’ words, just as they finished speaking, the scouts returned and informed everyone that ahead lay a spiral staircase.

He felt the most important thing was ensuring the residents’ basic needs—food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. Other aspects could be sacrificed a little if necessary.

At present, most people still focused on agriculture, and those who ventured into business did so furtively.

Zhang Chaoxia gave no response to Jie Yuchen’s statement and had no intention of speaking, since Fairy Huo’s interest wasn’t directed toward her.

The whole rain shelter quaked from the impact. Demon Luo and Duke Gloucester exchanged glances, both displaying confusion, as if wondering where else such commotion could arise.

Before leaving, they glanced again at Baima, whose lower body was still bleeding profusely. Remembering the pact between the Zhang family and the Kambalo dynasty, they dared not intervene and handle Baima themselves. Besides, the Kambalo people needed her to offer sacrifices to the Yama in the false Bronze Gate; she was destined to die, so there was no need for them to interfere.

Qi Dong, a fifth-rank Heartflame Cultist, was one of the three chief hall masters in the Yangshan County Heartflame Cult stronghold, a master of the mundane transcendence realm.

With Ji Yuan’s current spiritual power, he could forge iron implements without even needing a furnace.

Especially during the time Shen Qingqing lived at the Absolute Realm Sect, Zhu Jin’an did far more for her than her own father, Shen Heniang.

The next morning, the stewards found Ye Qingru looking utterly exhausted, as though she had truly overworked herself.

She fired a shot into the scar-faced man’s thigh, shouting, “Get down, all of you—get down!” The bullet knocked him back a step, then he collapsed onto the ground.

The shadow speaking in the darkness wore a black hooded coat, features obscured. Yet hearing the voice, Li Longfei felt it was familiar, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t recall where he’d heard it before.

At that moment, Li Xian and his wife were chatting with Shangguan Wan’er in the main hall; the west wing was empty.

The first time he met Taibai, Taibai was nothing more than a complete country bumpkin, yet he was thoroughly humiliated by him.

“You’er, listen to your father!” Xuanyuan Ying pulled her hand, urging her to sit quietly by the bed.

Beiming Yu nodded thoughtfully. After all, Beitang Caiyan’s explanation was abstract, and his understanding of the Grand Shaman was still limited to the literal meaning.

A deep roar echoed, and soon other demonized beasts began to howl as well.

The companions began to chatter excitedly, each face glowing with happiness.

This was when she was only eleven years old. That year, she went out with Mu Xi to negotiate business, caught a cold on the return, and slept for two days and nights.

“Ouyang Yi, you bastard! Yarou’s become a vegetable, and you tell me she’s fine, forbidding me from seeing her—what the hell are you up to?” Major Gao cursed, hopping with rage.

Her Majesty, with such a temperament, if she knew the Khitan dared to disrespect her under her very nose and even clashed with the Tang princess, it would not only offend her pride; she might even secretly praise Luoluo for it.

Ye Xiu waited for Ouyang Yi’s car to leave, then went to find Red Wolf. The two checked the sentry posts again before Ye Xiu got back in the car.

Dragon Soldier had once tried to hone this sense through training, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t grasp the secret.

Just as the cooks lit the fire to prepare rice, Chief Steward Liu Shang arrived at the pig station with some men carrying food.

Given the situation, he simply bought a large batch of spirit tokens to engrave ordinary low-level formations and sold them at the Tianyuan Hall to earn contribution points.

Old Su nearly fainted after hearing his son’s answer, barely managing to keep himself from collapsing.

“Should we change Kexin’s surname or not? If so, let’s settle it together,” Xin Kenong asked in a low voice.

Though the enemy chased without clear aim, they had wolfhounds; wherever the dogs barked, that’s where they aimed.

She lowered her head to grab the car keys, and suddenly everything went black—a sack was thrown over her head, and she was pressed to the ground.

He wanted Gu Shengge to remain unaware that Xun Shao had been captured, so now, while she was defenseless, he revealed the news, hoping to glean something from her reaction.

He Yan knew she had remembered; her memory had returned. His investment in the East had not been in vain—she had not disappointed him.