Volume One, Chapter 42: Chen Lingyu

“Compared to you, we’re much more blatant. Why does the old demon hide so far away?” Long Tianyu’s hand trembled again, and a white mist suddenly appeared above the old demon’s head.

“As long as I’m not sent out of the city to face them, holding the city defense should be manageable,” Zhang Xun thought to himself.

Long Tianyu was still deep in thought when the heavens and earth suddenly shook violently, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had shattered, the black space tearing apart like a cataclysm.

After that... there was no after. Zheng Xiyuan suddenly realized he had completely forgotten how he had spent the thousand years after Chu Tianxie.

“Clap, clap, clap...” Zheng Xiyuan’s palms flicked rapidly, leaving afterimages visible to all. A drop of blood splattered onto his face. He wiped it away gently but found his hands were stained with blood as well. He threw Pang Yang out forcefully.

They were blood-sucking leeches! Gu Fengchun immediately identified the dazzlingly colorful creatures by their true name. Indeed, they were leeches, and in a variety of colors—beyond the classic gray-black and the golden ones Gu Fengchun had seen, there were many green, red, and brown varieties, a vast assortment.

Peach Tiptoe stood on her toes, tenderly “kissing” Ye Yi, a beautiful pink glow enveloping them both. From outside, Tianlan could see Peach Tiptoe’s body gradually fading away, transforming into pink energy that merged into Ye Yi’s body.

Wu Tianyi gritted his teeth and walked over, holding the Blood Sword. With one hand, he took the Demon Color Pearl, and with the other, handed over the Blood Sword.

The protection from Lin Yu saved him a lot of trouble, causing him to slightly alter his view of the Dragon Clan. Initially, it was just a mutually beneficial deal, but now Tianlan thought the Dragon Clan might be quite decent and worth associating with.

“Confusion of mind... slaughtering one another...” Nangong Kui quietly repeated Tianlan’s words, his eyes filled with strange fear and unease.

Long Tiankong and Ye Zheng laughed simultaneously. They exchanged glances, and Long Tiankong gestured for Ye Zheng to explain.

But these biker men couldn’t read such subtle cues; all they knew was that Mu Jingyang wasn’t one of their own, and the one who brutally beat the boss was this guy.

Song Guangxi got his wish and didn’t insist on the skirt incident, instead laughing and chatting about other things.

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In the presence of such true divine powers, even a god’s confidence wavered involuntarily. Yet a god remained a god, and after great effort, he finally steadied his emotions.

Though the little girl had told her parents she wanted to visit Baobei’s house, having only just met for a day, naturally they wouldn’t let her go unchecked. They worried it might trouble Baobei’s parents, so they dragged and pulled her back home.

However, Earth was now in an era devoid of magic; even cultivation legacies had a survival rate of barely ten percent, not to mention materials rich in spiritual energy.

Of course, the top brass not mobilizing didn’t mean those below had no thoughts of their own. Facing the blatant provocation of the Battle Dragon Legion, how could the Blue Star clansmen stationed near the main city remain calm?

Bai Zhu stepped forward, ready to begin hypnosis. He hypnotized with his eyes and was a prodigy rarely seen in the clan over a millennium.

Bodies piled everywhere, blood flowing like rivers. The alien tribe suffered devastating losses; many perished or were injured, but numerous alien beasts managed to escape.

Since the Church of Light refused to punish the attackers, Luo Yi stepped in. In fact, Luo Yi’s reason for bringing this to the Church’s attention was to save their face; otherwise, he would have taken matters into his own hands without hesitation.

“I have to get the egg white out, or there’ll be secondary poisoning. Even immortals won’t be able to save you then,” Bai Yu’s words finally silenced Xue’er, though the cold sweat on her forehead was painfully apparent.

Xu Jing stroked his beard silently. He had only heard rumors about the Nine Li Gu Ancestor before and hadn’t expected her to be Long Qianhui herself.

Zhuo Ling brought out steaming porridge and saw Nan Xi walking in high heels, her footsteps tapping in the living room. He felt an indescribable emotion. “I didn’t give this to you,” he said lightly.

He didn’t want to disturb anyone and was about to leave when he heard a door behind him open. Turning, he was met by Mu Tangtang’s astonished face.

“His purpose here is purely to unravel the ninefold seal of the Azure Dragon Sword and perfect the ninefold dragon patterns. He has no interest in our plans,” the elder explained.

On the surface, every war seemed like a conflict between organizations, nations, or even planetary spheres.

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“No, I went to Miro Tree City to learn some things. Did you meet the shopkeepers—Didan, Difabao, Difeijian? Of course, there must have been Dikqi, Dizhen, Diyujian, and others,” Wu Fan said with a smile.

“Who?” Wu Ziniu glanced at Kang Jian and asked. Having stayed in Xiangnan for a long time, he had never heard of Zhou Bai.

The other leaders had never seen the clan chief lose his composure like this. Even when facing celestial immortals of the higher realm, Murong Hong remained dignified. His cultivation had reached the immortal level. If he truly intended to enter the celestial realm, no force could stop him; he simply chose not to.

Feng Yan’s target was always Yun Weiyang. He cared nothing for Du Gu Jiuyue’s fate.

“Really, there’s a secret passage?” The two men immediately grew excited. If so, none of them needed to die. Death was terrifying to consider; they had lived over a hundred years and dying now seemed hardly worthwhile—their ‘human’ lives had not yet been fully enjoyed.

“Dad, won’t he be in trouble?” Kelly asked anxiously after hearing Lei’s words, grabbing his arm.

“Demonic wolf! Come here!” Mo Xie commanded. Mu Cang’s heart tightened, but his expression remained unchanged as he immediately approached.

Chen Mulin sipped quietly from a cup, not joining the conversation. Chen Muyang noticed his disappointment and felt a bit sorry. He knew Chen Mulin wasn’t afraid to offend Gao Ziyu but was cautious about his own gains and losses.

Mu Cang was still a promising talent. If recruited into the sect, he might help his father. Unfortunately, the other party was wary.

“Keep flipping back, the key parts are at the end, haha...” Li Jiahao said proudly to Lei while sipping red wine.

Zhengyang Gate, commonly known as Qianmen, Qianmen Tower, or Greater Front Gate, was the southern main gate of the inner city during the Ming and Qing dynasties, located at the southernmost end of Tiananmen Square on the central north-south axis of the Four Nine City.