Volume 1, Chapter 41: The Wilder It Gets, the More You Profit Later!

You must know that back when the ancient deities descended upon Mount Simon, the Jade Emperor had expected to be one of the many to descend.

"Brother Zun, you're cheating!" Ning Long's feet touched the ground as she tried to cling to him again, but Xing Shaozun pushed her away with a single sweep of his hand, keeping the distance of an arm's length between them.

Glancing at the time, it was almost time for work. Having suffered in pain all night without getting any sleep, he really lacked the energy to go to the office. He planned to call Qin Muxue to ask for a leave of absence. Come to think of it, it was quite frustrating—who on earth was the boss here? He actually had to ask her for time off.

Everyone fell silent once more. They knew the truth as clearly as a mirror; anyone who had ever held even a minor official post in the Nether Moon Country knew precisely who the Grand Preceptor was referring to when he spoke of that evil entity.

"I know. That's why, Elder Sister, you can take what you need from each other, but please don't fall in love with them, okay?" Ji Cheng looked up at her with a pitiful expression.

Fu Lingyuan probably held a similar view, so he cast aside any false modesty and pulled Ruan Shu closer with a smile.

Earlier, I approached Old Xu and told him that Lele and I had a bit of a misunderstanding, hoping he could invite Lele over so the two of us could have a proper talk. Old Xu readily agreed without any hesitation, saying it would be no problem.

"The convenience store you went to when you were in the hospital?" Bai Zhuohan buried his face in Tang Sheng's neck and asked in a low, lingering voice.

As the dishes were served, the atmosphere in the private dining room grew lively, and the men started chatting away, unable to stop.

"Actually, it's just that matter they decided on long ago. If it weren't for me, my husband's official appointment would have already come down!" Ji Shangxie said slowly.

The next moment, Ma Chengfa felt his neck tighten as Luo Rufeng's large hand clamped around his throat, lifting him straight up into the air.

"None of your business!" While fiercely hurling this insult, she did not forget to viciously stomp down on the top of Zhang Qingshan's left foot, and then, covering her face, she turned and fled.

Zhouailing felt terribly unsettled watching that attitude of hers. She was naturally stubborn by character; as long as she felt the path she was taking was right, she would carry it through no matter what problems or obstacles she encountered.

Xia Fangyuan forced a very reluctant twitch of the corner of her lips. "Forget it, the past is in the past. I don't want to bring it up anymore." The mere thought that her child was gone—that the baby in her womb had vanished—made Xia Fangyuan's heart ache intensely, throbbing with sharp, spasmodic pain.

Hearing Xia Fangyuan's words, Xia Chengyuan was momentarily stunned, never expecting that she had come looking for him precisely to say this.

At the same time, they knew that in the next breath, all of them might perish, and their flesh, blood, and vital energies would likely be devoured by Chu Yuwei, causing his cultivation realm to skyrocket wildly.

Regarding the matter of the malevolent Qi belonging to the Zhao family, Meng Yang actually had a rough guess in his mind for a long time. Previously, he had never had enough time, but now he could just take advantage of the holiday to resolve the issue once and for all.

"What—what are you trying to do? I won't cultivate the Heye Art!" He Xinyue shouted while retreating step by step.

For a long time, Xiao Yang had harbored a lingering doubt in his heart: how exactly did his father die? And why did the K2 organization want to abduct his mother? What was the ultimate purpose behind their actions?

"Nothing at all, just asking casually." Judging from Gong Xianxian's reaction, Xia Fangyuan probably wasn't with her. Thinking this, Gong Shaoxie furrowed his brow. Where on earth could Xia Fangyuan be?

Yet, facing the lives of over a thousand people, Rong Yu could only put away her pride and compromise beneath Yan Jun's blade.

Old Madam Gu sat inside the Pine Crane Hall, waiting anxiously for news while occasionally entertaining relatives who came to offer condolences, feeling utterly exhausted.

At this moment, Shi Shengze had already swung his saber toward Li Yu. A formidable astral spiritual energy surged along the edge of the blade, instantly forming a ten-meter-wide blade Qi—a destructive force that ordinary tier-three Star Masters could never generate.

Wang Xiaozhuo said that if he had time the day after tomorrow, he would also tag along to visit Shangwu. Chenryu would be going as well; he also felt something was amiss and therefore wanted to investigate the matter personally.

"Do you recognize him?" Although Situ Qianzhi had already guessed her thoughts, she still asked the question anyway.

The real issue lay in Ye Feis second half sentence; there were indeed nineteen other shadow guards waiting underground.

"Zhou Zhong, you killed the genius ninja of our Great Empire. Today, your life is the only thing that can pay the debt!" A powerful aura radiated from Suso Tianxiong as he bore down on Zhou Zhong, speaking in an icy, grim tone.

The impact of being struck by a black bear can be easily imagined. Even with the protection of the soft-armor vest to cushion a significant portion of the force, the external injuries might have been few, but the internal trauma was severe, causing Xiao Pan's legs to buckle and his body to collapse before his knees even touched the ground.

Right at that moment, the red flame in Zhou Zhong's hand suddenly flared intensely. Zhou Zhong's expression shifted drastically, causing Tang Tianbao and Zhu Yaqing to spring to their feet in alarm, completely unaware of what had happened.

Just as several of the imperial concubines were about to speak, a sharp, piercing voice interrupted them, plunging the entire palace into instant, dead silence.

Consequently, the two groups of people quickly converged and began to jointly resist the encircling attacks closing in on them.

Tang Muer knew this was improper. Although the youth before them was in charge, the combat strength of his two guards was definitely formidable! Therefore, for the sake of Tang Yun, he asked in a low voice.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the hall, which had been decorated into an ocean of red, lifting Li Mo's red bridal veil like a feather and sending it fluttering up into the air.

Ordinary wandering spirits were one thing, but among those transformed into malicious ghosts and fierce specters, which one did not carry a poignant story of its own?

Sitting on the ground, Wu Feng stared at his visibly distorted right leg, his gaze toward Qin Yang filled with both venomous resentment and terror.