Chapter 61

Another master rose to leave and muttered as he walked, "I thought you were upholding justice, but it turns out you just wanted me to be an accomplice to tyranny. Master Chen, you really something." By the time he finished speaking, he had already reached the door, slamming it shut behind him with a heavy thud.

The man who was called father walked over. As Yueji looked at this man, the image of him in her mind was no longer that of a father, or rather, not even a human being—just a demon draped in human skin.

However, even though they had been called too ugly, they were still quite happy in their hearts. At least their chastity was preserved, and they didn't have to worry about becoming residents of the pauper's grave. It was genuinely wonderful.

Would he be angry enough to ditch her and leave on his own? After all, they belonged to different social classes, and being paired up like this probably made him even angrier than she was.

The sunlight had grown piercingly fierce once more, beating down until I was drenched in sweat. Seeing this pond, I genuinely wanted to jump in and go for a swim. Truly, that was the exact thought I had; feeling that although the water in this pond was very deep, I simply wanted to go down into it.

Han Youhe deliberately bent down, bringing his bewitching face extremely close to Keke as if trying to study something. He even used his acute sense of smell to sniff at her scent.

Keke actually wanted to say sorry to him, but seeing that Qian Youche seemed to have no desire to talk much with her, she voluntarily gave up.

In a mere instant, Caesar Williams underwent a drastic transformation. Blood-red fangs covered his body, and an indescribable, terrifying aura permeated the air.

Right, it was sheer disgrace—a disgrace to all of humanity. Ordinary people didn't react nearly as strongly when coming here, but look at them: faces pale, foreheads sweating, calves trembling, throwing away all their dignity to the ends of the earth.

Qin Zheng's handsome eyes narrowed slightly. "Tarnishing my reputation? You mean framing me?" He felt not the least bit surprised; his notoriety had already spread across both the Xia and Qin territories. It would be a miracle if no one looked at him with envy or malice.

I didn't continue talking with Brick, but instead dialed Stone's number. Learning that Stone was in Dongguan Town, I took Brick and drove straight over there.

"Thank you, Eunuch. Chenjun understands." Words spoken by those close to the emperor could sometimes play a vital role. Regardless of whether such people were good or bad, Huo Chenjun would not easily offend them. Who knew, she might need to rely on them for matters in the future, so naturally, she remained courteous.

Yuan Shu ascended the throne and declared himself emperor in Shouchun, establishing the state of Zhong. One has to wonder how Yuan Shu came up with this dynastic title—could it be because he considered himself the second-in-command?

"I haven't heard such flute music in a very long time, played by the Empress Dowager." Ever since Shangguan Youmeng became the Empress Dowager, she rarely touched that wind instrument. Whenever she reached for it, it was merely out of overwhelming yearning, wishing to use it to soothe the bitterness of lovesickness. Aside from lingering, low-pitched notes, it had never sounded this clear and bright before. Songwan was also filled with a surge of deep emotion at this moment.

Just then, Ye Zhan slammed hard on the brakes. As I was lost in thought, I almost bumped my head.

Dai Zhang looked at Daijin in a daze, knowing that she must be even more surprised than he was. Yet, despite having been childhood sweethearts back then, things had changed drastically over the years. Perhaps, alongside her happiness, Daijin also felt a twinge of sorrow.

Indeed, the Xie family had generations of military generals and martial artists. Aside from military officials in the imperial court, they also maintained some level of friendship with martial artists wandering the pugilistic world.

Cultivators spent their entire lives in ascetic practice solely for the sake of breakthroughs, pursuing the highest realms to become gods and immortals. What did this mere worldly wealth mean in the eyes of such people? For the sake of a breakthrough, they would undoubtedly spare no expense to purchase it with heavy funds.

Rogers opened with a bowl-thick bolt of lightning; this fellow practically always seized the initiative when fighting others. Pumei was instantly roasted to a crisp and blackened all over, before casting a light of recovery on himself and immediately returning to his original state.

As for each magician, the only difference in "sea-of-consciousness absorption" lay in the duration of the absorption.

Bright Moon: Don't argue with me, sister; prick up your ears if you want to listen. Poetic sentiment is innate, and this is very important. Look at those kindergarten toddlers—aren't they all just like poetry, with every single move so adorable?

"The diameter of this component's volume is about one meter, its thickness is about seven to eight centimeters, and its weight is around fifteen kilograms. It might be about a quarter damaged, but it is basically intact." Hearing someone ask a technical question, that technician promptly chimed in to answer.

Master Fang's wife was startled, cursing inwardly: That old fogey has dumped this troublesome problem onto me. What should I do?

Shangguan's mother didn't even glance at Shangguan Lingzhi, clearly having formed a united front with Shangguan's father.

This time, Shizi sat atop Baichou and began a fierce bombardment against the rock. The sand and debris falling from the cave walls were blown aside by Baichou, and Shizi worked with burning enthusiasm. After rushing over, Tong Muhe landed on Baichou's head and began supervising.

Through these back-and-forth dealings, Zhao Shiju made a massive profit. His main purpose, after all, was to make his own comings and goings convenient, as well as to help Sun Fang cultivate along with Sima Yu and the others.

"Why go through so many tedious procedures? It would be better to just let us go up directly! What a waste of time!" Xu Zhili sighed and said.

Instantly, Sun Fenghua's subordinates cast covetous gazes toward the disheveled Wang Yuan, laughing brazenly and loudly as various foul and filthy words spewed from their mouths.

Thus, Baichou strolled forward leisurely, while Shizi stared ahead in utter astonishment, wearing an expression nearly identical to Tong Muhe's.

"This—this kind of might! That Son of the Demonic Devourer is probably no simple character!" A certain major demon muttered in a soul-devoured, wandering state. The rest of the demons remained silent, their hearts clearly shaken.

In other words, that passage itself was a teleportation array. No wonder after walking just a dozen steps, it felt as though one had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers.

Aside from utilizing the [Left-Hand Saber] and [Bone-Dissolving Cotton Palm], this attempt marked the first time he groped his way toward applying internal energy to his everyday movements.

Cultivating immortality was arduous, especially when traveling and training outside, or undergoing bitter trials to temper one's willpower. Most of the time, let alone a futon, not even a straw mat was available, yet this was not something cultivators minded very much.

After luring out most of the demonic bats in the dense forest, they immediately conceived this method for a swift resolution—gathering the strength of Xuanli, Xi Feimo, Luanying, and the two demon lords to trap these tens of thousands of demonic bats, while Luo Yun and Shouwu went directly to eliminate their rear leaders.