Chapter 32: The Troublemaker

He took out a storage ring containing a vast array of divine artifacts, supernatural abilities, sacred weapons, and mystical formations—everything one could imagine—all acquired from signing in on the first level of the Primordial Demon Lair.

But since the host had invited him, no one could openly say he was incompetent, could they? That would be no different from publicly slapping him in the face.

The Manka tribe was known for their fierceness and ruggedness. Members of the tribe were incredibly tall-bodied; even as children, they were usually around three meters tall, and upon adulthood, most exceeded five meters.

However, in divination, there is no hierarchy—only what the other party needs is valuable and precious.

Liu Siya still felt uneasy and finally turned to Huang Haoxuan, saying, “Haoxuan, when you go out, try to find your aunt as well.”

The students exploring the Black Abyss Secret Realm were all somewhat panicked, hastily stepping onto the teleportation beams that would take them back to the academy.

Moreover, the subconscious urge that made people notice Xie Jiao’s presence here—could it be that it was because of Xie Jiao that Yan Man ended up in the hospital, so furious?

Among the eunuchs serving Zhu Houzhao, known as the "Eight Tigers of Zhengde," individuals like Gu Dayong and Zhang Yong had long disliked Liu Jin and were always looking for opportunities to overthrow him.

Just as the dragon clan had recently arrived at the Ten-Thousand Dragon Nest, suddenly from all directions came the eerie cries of phoenixes and beasts, mixed with strange laughter. Eight distinct and terrifying auras surged forth.

“But the Nangong family members always conceal their true identities,” Doctor Xu interrupted Yue Li’s words.

But the Abyssal Tentacle Monster was quite grotesque—hundreds of eyes, hundreds of mouths filled with sharp teeth, and a body covered with tumors oozing disgusting fluids.

“Emperor of Great Xia, you have won. Elusive and unpredictable, no one in the world can guess your whereabouts,” Yi Nan sighed.

Earlier, Gu Aiai had held his arm to show the people of Tiandi Sect, so what was she trying to do now?

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“Pope of the Light?” William involuntarily recalled this strongest mortal in the world. They had met a few times; his handsome looks had somewhat helped, but his favorability was only a mere 180 points. The possibility of inviting him to intervene was almost zero.

Suddenly, a tearing sound echoed down the alley. Ye Han’s body trembled slightly as he gazed suspiciously at the dramatic scene before him.

The patrol team brought William to the city lord’s mansion. Though much of it had become ruins, with broken eaves and walls everywhere, turning left and right, they reached a house not yet completely collapsed.

Mo Ranchen quietly reminded Tuoyue that what seemed trivial to her might be as hard as climbing to heaven for others.

“You, a freshly graduated university student, dare to say you can support others in Tianbei City? Can you even support yourself?” Zhou Peng laughed loudly.

“General, rest assured,” Xu Huang spoke concisely. Key strategic points like Nanpi would surely be the focus of contention between both sides, so careful investigation was necessary. His tacit understanding with Dian Wei needed no words.

After all, the arrows merely struck their crude breastplates without significant effect. If the force was insufficient, they might not even cause harm.

He had sacrificed so much for a very practical reason: to become famous. To become a being like Zhuzi, or even more powerful than him.

Facing the charging Li Qinglian, whose eyes were blood-red and surrounded by endless battle aura, even others couldn’t help but swallow nervously and retreat instinctively.

Feeling wronged, she hugged the quilt lying on the sofa. In Bai Luo’s mind lingered the image of that snow-white delicate body and the faint touch of soft skin.

“I’m already fine, not a scratch,” upon hearing his words, Wang Yingxiong and the others immediately spoke up.

After watching for a while, Zhang Yi sensed something was off. If they were arguing, their faces should be flushed and voices raised. Don’t think scholars can’t be vulgar—when crude, they surpass even others.

Before Blood Cloud could act, in the next moment, an unavoidable sword strike descended from above. Blood Cloud could only grit his teeth and prepare to counter.

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Such a life sounded boring and somewhat similar to a human’s—both existing for about a hundred years in this world. The difference was that such souls would regain all their memories after the ninety-ninth year, the final year of their century.

Though Li Qinglian’s heart was still full of doubts, she collected the inconspicuous stone. The corpse in the underworld river finally settled completely, as if it had fulfilled its mission and restored its original form.

“Why not? First, you killed a disciple from Jueqing Valley—life for a life is only just. Second, the bounty is extremely high, with great rewards. Killing two birds with one stone, why wouldn’t I?” Jian Wuqing teased with a smile.

“Senior Brother Jianhai, don’t you feel embarrassed enough? Even in defeat, you must not lose the spirit and honor of a disciple of the Sword Sect!” Yun Yue couldn’t help but speak out, disappointed by Jianhai’s behavior.

Just as the words were about to fall, Zhou Mo lowered his voice, using the softest tone to touch Adam’s emotions.

Completing military missions earned both military merits and honor points. Military merits were the sole measure for rank promotion, while honor points could be exchanged for qualified items at the quartermaster’s.

“Forbidden arts have ranks too. Last time, it was fine—I was just weaker and had severe internal injuries. I went back to find medicine, and now I’m fine. As for the decrease in strength, it doesn’t matter; I can slowly rebuild it,” he said casually.

Sixty-three gleaming icy arrows formed the Big Dipper formation, spiraling at high speed toward Leng Aotian.

“All done!” After the slanted ponytail carefully wiped the floor for the second time, the entire room looked exceptionally clean and tidy. Drawing back the curtain by the tatami, sunlight streamed through the window, filling the room with radiant light. Zhang Cheng felt the entire space shimmer with vitality.

In a few seconds of rotating images, the handsome features of an unfamiliar man appeared before his eyes—slanted eyebrows, neat sideburns, and a charming hairline outline fully revealed.

Since Dong Zhuo lost the mountain of wealth seized from Luoyang, he continued to plunder without restraint in Chang’an. All the money and supplies were stored in this fortress. According to his words, it was enough to sustain tens of thousands of troops for two or three decades, showing how much treasure he had amassed here.