Chapter Fifty-Five: Bai Haochen—My Choice Is the Dual Cultivation Knight!

“The Age of Splendor lasted for seven thousand years; it was the final era of happiness for humanity before the descent into darkness.

Six thousand years ago, the Age of Splendor was destroyed by the arrival of the demon race.

Sun and moon appeared together, nine stars aligned in the heavens. A rift in space and time, as if splitting the sky in two, appeared over the eastern lands. Seventy-two Demon God Pillars descended from the heavens, bringing with them a terrifying aura of evil. In the hundred days following the arrival of the seventy-two Demon God Pillars, humanity remained unsuspecting, failing to take any precautions.

Of course, there were some who took advantage of backdoor connections, but because Chen Shishi’s father had vanished and the clan chief secretly suppressed him, he had yet to gain access to any family teachings. His status was no different from that of an ordinary clan member—utterly miserable.

What he did not know was that wild demons, aside from their innate hunting instincts, could only rely on demon magic to contend with martial artists trained in the ways of combat.

At present, everyone knew that Commander Shen Qianhu, who led the Demon-Slaying Guard in Jingzhou, had the support of the provincial governor. He was boldly recruiting martial artists from across the district’s various counties to expand the Demon-Slaying Guard’s ranks.

No one knew how much time had passed. Just as Zhang Yan was fully immersed in the introspection of cultivation, a sudden ripping pain made his closed eyelids flutter.

After all, the delta was notorious as a place of danger and terror—nothing there could be considered truly safe.

Gu Xianglan wore a white, casual long dress, her feet in strappy sandals, her toenails painted a lovely shade of blue.

“This carp, along with the water in the tank, weighs four or five kilograms. It’ll just be a burden to you; I’d better release it,” Hua Wuhun said lightly, though deep in her eyes was a heavy reluctance.

Si Koqi had no objections. As long as the engagement could be annulled, he naturally had to consider Lin Wan’s reputation, and nodded in agreement to Lin Zhenghao’s request.

The wraith detected Wu Hui’s silent approach almost the moment he crossed within thirty feet.

With every collision, Wei Xian’s soul grew weaker. He knew that if this continued, his soul would soon scatter. In desperation, Wei Xian made a bold move: he leapt away from the “gold coin,” giving up his place to the “ship.”

Originally, the Night-devouring Worm hadn’t noticed anything, but Lulu’s voice had drawn its attention. It took the worm at least a minute to turn around.

“I’m sorry, Liren,” Lux lowered her head. She knew Ezreal had gone too far, but he gave her no chance to speak; whenever she tried, he would yell at her to shut up. If she insisted, he’d cover her mouth with a blanket.

“Qi, do you want me to look into it? I don’t think Liang Hua has any good intentions,” Zhao Zhong volunteered.

Watching Qin Junxi eat heartily, Hua Rui simply shook her head and paid him no more attention.

With enough walkie-talkies, the first three ships tested the exact coordinates, then relayed them to the next two. Three cruiser-class warships waited for this moment, joining forces with a frigate equipped with the most Heavy Fist artillery to open fire together.

To face the world’s ugliest sides of human nature, to endure the abuse and scorn of others—what is all this for? Ha, what for indeed?

Jiang Ling shot him a glare, then listened to the melody for a moment. Suddenly, Jiang Ling’s eyes widened in astonishment; he looked toward Chun Yue Pavilion and strode straight toward it.

Jin Dasheng’s cultivated “Alien Chaos” had yet to fully form. The Chaos Pool was only faintly turbid. Once complete, a vortex would appear, and the pool would become so murky one could clearly see sand-like particles within. These were called “grade particles” within the plane, or “chaos grains” in the universe.

After more than ten minutes, Mu Sheng saw a palace maid in red approach the Heavenly Osmanthus Mountain Palace. She knocked and entered, then soon left again. Mu Sheng thought, ‘That’s the one.’ He quietly trailed behind her at a distance.