Volume 1, Chapter 35: A Pancake and a Bowl of Porridge

This cry drew the attention of everyone on the battlefield.

"It's Lu Yunduan! It's actually Lu Yunduan! How dare he show his face here?"

"General, it is the rebel traitor Lu Yunduan!"

"It is Lu Yunduan!"

The clamor erupted all around the battlefield, a cacophony of voices, yet all mentioning the same name: Lu Yunduan!

High upon the city tower, Li Jingtao and the others heard the name and were struck with a mix of shock and overwhelming joy as they gazed toward the fray. The battlefield was shrouded in smoke, the thunderous roar of battle shaking the earth. Li Jingtao squinted, searching intently, and his face suddenly lit up. "It is the General’s banner! The reinforcements have arrived!" He immediately ordered the city gates to be flung open and led his men...

Blades clashed, and not a single soul dared to show signs of yielding. Every strike was a confrontation of their very spirits; every maneuver was aimed at the vulnerabilities of their opponent.

Four blood-corpses had appeared here, meaning the corpse-controller must be nearby. Luo Yijiu rose into the air to survey the terrain, took out a compass, and gathered a wisp of fortune from each of the five directions—Qian, Gen, Li, Zhen, and Xun—centered on Feng Yuefeng, placing them into the compass.

"Mother intends to take your younger siblings to pay respects to your eldest uncle. Since we are in the city, we must make the visit," Yu Yulan said.

After questioning Shen Changfeng, she intended to rush to the military camp immediately to relay everything to Marquis Jiang.

In his eyes, there was an air of arrogance—a look of disdain for all, as if nothing in this world were worthy of his regard.

"You really aren't afraid of Princess Gong’s whip, are you? Give her my regards," Luo Yijiu said with a faint smile.

Chanyangzi bid farewell to Huijue and returned to Linwei, while Feng Yuefeng’s leisure during the grand competition was for a rather embarrassing reason.

Within the vast Shen estate, she darted about like a headless chicken; she feared being discovered before she could even find Li Mu. After several deliberations, she still snuck into Shen Changfeng’s courtyard.

But he faced a monster—one with a sharper grasp of the battlefield and a greater ability to perceive the tides of war than himself.

In truth, Qiu Baiqing and Su Yang had met once years ago, but so much time had passed that he could not recall it.

Then, the images in his mind finally vanished completely. Lin Yan returned to this space, his eyes snapping open. At the very moment the thunderclouds were about to gather in the firmament, he unleashed the Heaven-Concealing Technique.

Although she was still in the hands of Qiu Jihan, she was no longer as worried as she had been at the start. Instead, she feared more that her father would act with desperate haste to save her.

"Who told you to collect tolls at the city gate?" Inside the room, Cheng Yu tapped his fingers on the two men to immobilize them before closing the door to interrogate them.

"Please sit, Master Leng. When my Brother Cheng went to the human realm, we were grateful for your protection along the way. I, Su Yanran, pay my respects." Su Yanran gestured for Leng Sandao to take a seat and bowed slightly.

He felt as if he were not fighting a practitioner who had just broken through to the first level of the Enlightenment Realm, but an invincible titan. The battle had barely begun before his strength completely collapsed.

"I know. The child actually suffers in his heart. It’s just that he isn't used to speaking of it; he prefers to stew in his own misery. Especially after the last time he went out and his face was ruined, his inner pain only grew. I am his mother; how could I ever blame him?" Yin Chunhua replied with a soft sigh.

Liu Guodong gritted his teeth fiercely. Having finally seized this opportunity, how could he possibly let Chen Qingyan go so easily?

I couldn't help but step forward, wanting to play with them, but as soon as I approached, they screamed and scattered in all directions.

Hearing the word "spy," everyone felt a surge of indignation. Those who had been silent and wavering now felt the die was cast, and fearing exposure, they shouted in unison: "Kill the spy! Kill the spy!" With this cry, the cave erupted in a roar of voices.

"Brother Ming, stop staring. The bride is already far away. Let's go in, drink, and crash the bridal chamber," Lei He nudged him.

"What you say makes sense, but we can only try," Bai Ze admitted, having no better plan.

The pile of excrement on the ground and the footprints that were visibly deeper nearby proved that this zombie-deer passed through here every day.

Ding Meng handed off the distribution of breakfast to the slick-haired man and the head chef, then sat down next to Cai Huadao, seemingly having something to discuss.

"I understand. I will communicate with Hua Yuning and Li Xue right away," Xue Feng nodded, having already relayed the situation described by He Xi to the others.

*Zzz, zzz!* A large chunk of Jin Chen’s shoulder fell away, but beneath the flesh and skin were not bones, but metal parts sparking with electricity. Seeing this, Lu Fan could not help but be astonished; this Jin Chen was no human, but a robot convincing enough to pass for one.

"Heh, this face is my true appearance. And I am not called Chenji, but Ji Cheng!" Seeing Shi Xiuzhu’s reaction, Ji Cheng chuckled and explained to him.

"No, we have all been deceived." A look of panic suddenly washed over the face of Lust. Lord God had Hu Yong summon them to the reality not to grant them freedom, but to force his own descent into the physical world by sacrificing the seven divine generals. The pattern on Hu Yong’s chest was the proof.

The muscles at the wound continued to grow, only to be blocked again by that layer of dark green toxin. The poison began to spread, expanding its reach, and through the wound, one could see the internal organs pulsing rhythmically.

In the spectator area, the participants of the Tournament of Power and the Gods of Destruction were all struck with horror, rendered speechless.

As he spoke, he clinked his bowl against his father’s and Song Yu’s, and without looking at either of them, he tilted his head back... *gulp, gulp, gulp.*

As long as there are no regrets, what if there were? Was Wei Yu still hoping that Shen Qingjia would regret her choice and marry him instead?

"I don't know," Mu Huanyan turned her face away in anger, her thick lashes trembling, her translucent, porcelain-white hands tightly clasped—a clear sign she was lying.

He certainly knew that this token was of immense value, yet he had never once associated it with mere silver.