Volume 1, Chapter 35: Every man for himself, or heaven and earth will destroy him! Burn the evil spirit to ash.
Steward Lin watched the retreating figure of Regent Xiao Tingmo, his eyes narrowing slightly. Everything was ready, save for the final catalyst; He Ziyan had orchestrated so much, he would never allow Hu Tiantian to intervene.
Lin Yan hurried to the Dark Wing Fortress, impatiently summoning Aiya and the others. Moments later, he met with them in the command room.
"To have reached the rank of Spirit War King already!" the man remarked in surprise. Although the spiritual energy here was incredibly dense, possessing such formidable strength at that age marked one as a rare prodigy.
Even within major factions, the demand for medicinal pills remained immense. Despite the presence of alchemists, many still went without, making pills a scarce commodity.
Luo Yu had not expected He Sheng to land in the Scorched Hell and become one of the final twenty survivors. Although they had not entered the same secret treasure gate, they met upon the teleportation platform. Now, Luo Yu was content, carrying her looted treasures while admiring a handsome man, feeling thoroughly delighted.
Those holding the Immortal Jade Token were entitled to free service at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, with every request granted without question.
Elder Qinglin’s expression was grave, the wrinkles on his face deepening. After a moment of thought, he said, "With so many Cyclopean Demons, plus a powerful Cyclopean Demon King, we will be in deep trouble if they all close in on us at once!" Upon hearing this, Lin Yan had already formulated a plan.
Zhou Bingran sat upright. It went without saying that the people arriving now must be from the police department; given the magnitude of the situation, it was time for their interrogation.
The middle-aged man’s eyes closed once more. The cyan longsword trembled twice before transforming into a streak of light that tore through the sky, leaving the man to his meditation and the castle to its darkness.
Gu Zhi assumed she was feeling guilty. He glanced at the man catching up behind them, a flicker of disdain crossing his cold eyes. A man barely in his twenties, still with a boyish face—in Gu Zhi’s eyes, he hardly qualified as a man at all.
Reasonably speaking, if Meng Yu had not come looking for him, he could have still applied for the Online College Entrance League normally after half a year.
The monthly supply crate provided by the system contained fifteen thousand tons of grain, but Han Bin had originally intended for that stockpile to be used as military rations.
Seeing that the other party was impervious to reason, Lin Mo gave up on his attempts to persuade him and departed without a word, returning to Professor Yinuo’s home.
After all, delivering the goods to Zong Shenge here would save them a trip, and the time saved would allow her to make arrangements for this place.
Although they were often at war with the Immortal Sect, fighting tooth and nail, the Blood God Sect was surprisingly welcoming toward those from the Immortal Sect who wished to study abroad, settle down, marry, and raise families.
Looking at the wine pot and the cup Fu Lianying had used, he poured himself a drink, held it to his nose to savor the aroma, and then tossed it back with satisfaction.
Only days ago, Jin Zi had been clamoring to fight him, yet now his face showed a lingering reluctance. Lin Mo reflected that a child’s nature is not inherently evil, but requires guidance.
Only now did the two from Yin Ruins, previously dazed by tension, agitation, and ecstasy, realize that something was wrong with the scene before them.
The crowd was filled with laughter, save for Gu Yibai, who stood aside with a troubled expression. Just as Lin Mo was about to step forward and ask what was wrong, a team of government officials in black suits walked through the door.
Seeing that Zhou Ming was not only exceptionally handsome but also remarkably intelligent—grasping every concept instantly—the old man’s joy grew, and his smile widened even further.