33 Jinjiang Literature City 33

Yet, Shao Heng remained unmoved from beginning to end, as if those former companions had truly become a thing of the past, mere strangers of no consequence.

"The Heavenly Dao Alliance!" Yun Fan’s expression shifted. His several encounters with the Heavenly Dao Alliance had taught him that it was a massive power, one that might even surpass the Donglin Academy. The fact that the Alliance was involved in the turmoil within the Ten Thousand Beast Mountains filled him with deep unease.

Lord Hei suddenly felt that the young man before him looked familiar, though he could not quite place who he was. He did not dwell on it, however. Just as he was about to sneer and speak, a hair-raising rustling sound suddenly erupted from the mountain forest behind him.

The Old Monster with Red Pupils belonged to no sect and followed no rules. That he had come today with these five individuals suggested they had promised him some benefit, primarily to deal with Yun Fan, who was also a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

"There really is a cave," Yun Fan thought, his face brightening as he looked at the dark opening before him. This was the place the Demon Lord had told him about.

After Zhang Liao appeared, Hu Chi asked about the situation in the sewers. They were indeed holding a meeting to discuss their operational plan, but they were also intent on guarding the wellhead, waiting to see if Mo Di would emerge from it so they could give him a harsh lesson.

"Then what can be done?" Hearing Elder Mo’s lethargic reply, Yun Fan was overcome with anxiety. He had yet to repay the kindness of being raised for over a decade; how could he stand by and watch Elder Mo die?

It was also at this moment that Xiao Hou learned that the two uncles trapped in the Black Fortress were his father Xiao Jiuque’s elder brothers, Xiao Dongliu and Xiao Beifang.

"Who are you? You have been following me; you must have some ulterior motive," Yun Fan said, his gaze locked firmly onto the man in black. Though he did not recognize him, he knew the man was certainly up to no good.

"Send someone to summon the Grandmaster Xuanming here immediately," the Infinite Emperor commanded his guards.

Brother Zhang was only an ordinary man and could not use a storage bag. He gathered the ashes, wrapped them in cloth, and tied them tightly to his body.

Jun Mochen soared past the malevolent corpse and flew toward the most boisterous corpse-refiner, hoisted him up by his collar, and flung him toward the pursuing creature.

***

Just then, a sharp shout rang out, and an exceptionally powerful spiritual pressure descended, immediately suppressing Su Mo’s aura.

Qin Xiao felt a warmth in his heart. He felt disgusted with himself, yet Lan Xin remained composed, showing no signs of discomfort; she truly did not care.

"That joke was not funny at all!" Ye Qinghan said, his face nearly touching the other’s. Their noses were almost brushing, and they could clearly smell each other’s scent. Yet, this scene, which should have been alluring, radiated a chill that made the very air turn cold.

Zhuge Qingyun’s face was filled with a sense of vindication as she spoke, and then the two shared a smile, their relationship suddenly becoming much more harmonious.

In that instant, the ancient black bell emitted a high, resounding chime, and the sword-path sigil upon it became brilliant.

This was why, throughout history, the Qin Emperor appeared at times incredibly aged and at others in the prime of his youth.

One must know that Qingyang City, due to its unique geography, backed onto the Black Obsidian Mountain Range. By relying on mining, it generated considerable annual profits. Consequently, the tax quota imposed by Dongyuan Prefecture was extremely heavy.

Thus, Chen Qi possessed a thick air of iron and blood—the aura that only someone who had truly experienced the battlefield could have. Ordinary people would be intimidated by that terrifying presence even before a blow was struck.

"What are you looking at?" Seeing Chu Mo’s crafty expression, Song Yang rolled his eyes and said irritably.

However, he had heard from his elders that there were formidable psychics who could attack others with their thoughts. Could it be that Yang Ning was a master of the mind?

"Because of some business dealings, I’ve had many interactions with the school leaders here at the Communications University, and the landscaping for the campus was actually contracted by my family," Sun Siyi said with a chuckle.

However, trying not to let anyone notice anything, Mei Yangyang did her best to keep up with the main group. Feng Hu and Gray Wolf could only force a smile; in truth, she could have stayed in the White Tiger Palace to look after Xi Yangyang, yet she insisted on coming along.

***

"Where could this Dragon God Token be?" Luo Yi looked around, hoping to find the artifact.

"The demon looks like it is running out of strength," Sikong Shangfeng said, his brow furrowed as he watched the demon dodge repeatedly. He then turned to look at Dong Ruxue beside him.

Duan Chen and his doppelganger, carried by Sun Wukong’s somersault cloud, took only the time it takes to brew a cup of tea to return safely to the Black Flame Fortress.

After entering the laboratory, Jiang Qi seemed much bolder. After all, few people were permitted entry to the lab. At this hour, it was nearly impossible for anyone to come here. It would be one thing to be in an office late at night, but to be inside a laboratory was simply absurd.

They were panicked, fearing they would be implicated, for judging by the noise at the entrance, a great many people had arrived.

This man stepped forward, his fierce and powerful aura flickering. The very void seemed to buckle and groan under the pressure, as if it might collapse at any moment.

While lost in meditation, Di Lin Zhenren tugged at his sleeve. Jiang Ping snapped back to reality and followed the direction Di Lin Zhenren was looking, only to find dozens of people on the shore staring at the surface of the water.

Jing Chuyan slowly recounted these dangers, and Jiang Ping was left stunned. He had assumed forming a Golden Core was a simple matter; he had not expected there to be so many taboos.

When Zhao Dada first arrived, the intense light had been so blinding he could barely open his eyes. Now, however, he was completely unaffected, walking with his head held high directly toward the floating platform.