Volume One, Chapter 28: Traces of Demons and Monsters
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The stone chamber was filled with the mottled radiance of a luminous pearl. Though buried underground without a single window, it was as bright as broad daylight outside.
The dragon aura had finished merging. Lu Tianxiang threw back his head and roared. In the vast, empty chamber, the tremendous sound was almost unbearable even for Yan Momo, who had to seal her eardrums with energy to avoid injury.
The furnishings were simple, yet clean and orderly. There was none of the vulgar profusion of gold and jade common to the royal estate. Instead, the plain arrangement and unadorned objects were remarkably pleasing to the eye. After looking around, Shuer chose a seat by the window and sat down beside Boyi.
Wang Lianhua and Ye Tian swayed about on the ship for a long while before the sea finally calmed. Ji Youlang sheathed the Eight Desolations Blade and flew over to them, his spirits soaring and his face smug. Like a victorious rooster, he strutted past Wang Lianhua and Ye Tian with his head held high and his chest puffed out.
Lu Tianxiang had not brought his sword with him, so he was now fighting Jie Yuan bare-handed. When it came to strength, it was only natural that Lu Tianxiang was no match for him. But if speed was taken into account, then Jie Yuan was the one who ought to be worried.
Hearing Guangzhi and the others cry out in delighted surprise, Wu Qian nodded woodenly. Yet when he looked again at the figure below, excitement flickered in his eyes. For some reason, whenever he saw that figure again, boundless confidence welled up within him.
The two sides signed a soul contract lasting three years. Should either party violate it during that period, their soul would instantly be scattered. The soul contract was a secret technique passed down from the Age of the Gods. It had originally been used to control spirit beasts, but gradually evolved into a means of binding one person to another.
Under ordinary circumstances, she would certainly have refused. She had always preferred to go bare-faced and rarely wore makeup.
An Nianchu had no time to speak before his lips covered hers once more. He was exceedingly gentle, and the gentler he became, the easier it was to lose oneself in him.
After waiting for a while, Qiu Xuan still could not put his mind at ease and decided to search personally. An immense aura of power immediately spread outward.
Yan Fei did not argue with him. He ran a circuit around the inner yard of the cattle farm to check whether there was enough bone meal left, then arranged a few other miscellaneous tasks.
It took little effort to distribute the entire force. The people scattered with a rush and charged forward.
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Even those few who were bold and ruthless no longer dared contemplate eliminating Chuandong. They might not fear sacrificing themselves, but they could not accept sacrificing their families as well.
The reason it was said to be mostly extinguished rather than completely extinguished was that a very small number of flames still remained.
The unexpected turn of events caught everyone off guard. When the Manchester United players turned around, a strange, wavering shot had already arced through the air. Van der Sar threw himself to save it, but against such a superbly struck dipping shot, it was useless.
“Only now have you realized it? Do you not think it is already too late?” The giant dragon glared with its enormous eyes, and a transparent wall of light appeared before the Eight-Headed Serpent.
He had originally intended to pick up the knife directly, but then remembered that it was a weapon and would have to be kept as evidence. A thought struck him. He pulled out some dried grass nearby, twisted it into a cord, tied the knife to it, and hung it from the handlebars of his bicycle.
How could he not be anxious? He had been preparing in the office building for the next round of the league when he suddenly received word that Fan Bizhuang and Kaka had been “invited” to the police station. It felt as though thunder had exploded over his head.
Today, however, it was destined to be disappointed. Liu Qinghuan’s life-and-death sword intent had been comprehended from the vitality of profound yang and the deathly aura of profound yin. It was an exceptionally unique power, not something ordinary venom could corrode.
Li Yang had already decided not to go to Luoyang for the time being, so he naturally returned to his former routine. Every day, he either took Yixue out to enjoy herself, led soldiers in hunting bandits in the mountains, or entered the “Battlefield” to clear dungeons whenever it refreshed.
Though Lu Liye asked the question with his lips, his body had already slipped beyond his control and pressed toward Qing.
History cannot be changed. You will certainly become emperor. Why, then, are you exhausting every stratagem to keep me here?
“What is wrong with you, Qianjue?” Lan Ziyue asked anxiously, looking at Long Qianjue’s agonized face.
At that moment, the young man at the head of the group sensed Ye Fan’s arrival. The corner of his mouth curled into a cold sneer. Spiritual power surged violently through his palm, breaking through the Zhao youth’s defenses and striking him heavily in the chest. Blood poured from the youth’s mouth as he was knocked several steps backward.
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With her face buried in her elder brother’s robes, Qianyou smiled through her tears. Dowager Consort Jing’s words were just like the lessons Sir Shen had once taught her: whether they were family or Qi Hui and Xiangxiang, all of them lived as “good people.” Only by being a good person could she win their trust and affection. If she openly seized what she wanted, everyone would regard her as an outsider.
No one knew how deep the Crown Prince’s authority ran within the imperial city. He had concealed it for more than a decade—perhaps even twenty years—and even the late Empress might not have understood the full extent of it.
“What?” Ji Gongshe had said so much that even he no longer remembered all of it clearly.
After all, quite a few members of the filming crew were following behind them, making them extremely conspicuous in such a tourist attraction.
They could not install an Earl of Zheng at court and establish another Earl of Zheng in Zheng. Nothing like that had ever happened since ancient times.
His gaze swept across the faces of the demigods walking behind Achilles. He paid particular attention to several ancient demigods and a few young ones renowned throughout the land, yet he saw no unusual expression among them. Apparently, in their eyes, it was perfectly proper for the eleven-year-old Achilles to walk at the very front of the procession.
“To think that something so terrifying is sealed within the Heavenly Tomb… It seems I must consider this very carefully…” Fang Hong fell deep into thought.
The leader of Wind Slaughter wanted to flee, but by then escape was impossible. Wang Heng and Zhao Gui had already led their men in surrounding all the remaining enemies.
Only along the lower reaches of the Songyi Gorge River and the lower reaches of the Xiqing River—in other words, along the shores of Mirror Lake—were there a few villages.
He wore casual white clothes and had a tall, straight figure. Just as he was about to step onto the single-plank bridge, his expression suddenly changed slightly. He raised a hand, brushed the spatial ring on his finger, and a rice-grain-sized insect appeared in his palm.
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