Volume 1, Chapter 29: That Reversal Happened Way Too Fast

As the second-in-command of the Black Witch Tribe, Bazaer was clearly not like Zaha, who spilled everything after a few casual threats; he possessed a shred of backbone. Unfortunately, in the presence of Baili Dengfeng, even the toughest backbone was worth nothing.

Upon hearing the counter-offer, Tang Luo’s first thought was Fang Qiming, but when he looked over, he realized it was someone else.

In no time at all, a bonfire was roaring beneath the great tree. San Pangzi and I gathered some wild fruits in the primeval jungle, and from a mountain stream, we speared two foot-long grass carp and a crucian carp about as wide as my palm.

"Captain Haimu, what have you done?" With an explosion of such magnitude, the Reaper naturally guessed what had happened immediately.

Although he did not understand what the Soul Shepherd represented, one thing was clear: the Soul Shepherd must be dead; otherwise, how could the Soul-Suppressing Tablet be in his hands?

"Will we have another chance to meet?" Once he understood the true status of the Dragon Group, Lin Zhong felt completely relieved. Peers have their own ways of interacting; the most dangerous thing is not knowing exactly where your opponent stands, for a single strategic misjudgment could lead to being beaten back to square one.

After Baili Dengfeng interceded on Murong Wan’er’s behalf yesterday, Mo Lin naturally stopped making things difficult for her. Furthermore, it was said that he intended to bestow honors upon the Murong family, which explained why the faces of the Murong clan members were exceptionally radiant today.

From behind the ghost-faced mask emerged a countenance that was both very familiar and extremely strange to everyone present.

Both Chen Xiao and Situ Ling had declared a temporary truce, showing no intention of making a move.

The hunchbacked grand mage crept quietly toward the familiar large house. A light was still on in one of the windows.

For the Spirit Race of the Deer Spirit Tower, Yan Ling was, after all, brought by the Demon Lord Qitian; any slight carelessness could trigger the Demon Lord’s explosive rage.

Seeing the crowd growing larger by the second, Wang Xinxin’s heart leaped into her throat.

There was no help for it; he had to accept this, as the system had informed him that once the second form was constructed, it could not be rebuilt. In the system's words, unless the host deleted their account and started over, the second form would accompany them for life.

Thanks to 666, which could infiltrate networks, they didn't even need to climb over walls; the electronic gates opened automatically.

Perhaps Qin Lingxue, having recovered her memories, had found the possibility that her father was still alive deep within those recollections?

It was like trying to operate a computer without a monitor; one could not handle the operation of so much energy by intuition alone.

Yun Qitian had a deep impression of the events of twenty-one years ago. It was because of that incident that he lost many of his great generals, most notably the top-tier beast, the Candle Dragon.

Yet, hidden between his brows was a touch of untamable arrogance, and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth gave one a sense of haughtiness.

I looked at the goblin warships; the number of goblins on board was still significant. What surprised me was that the two ships in the distance were still there; they hadn't left.

If Tian Qi had simply stated at the beginning that their goals were the same, Desert Lonely Smoke might have truly taken him for a rogue cultivator, but the problem was that he hadn't said anything at all.

Yan Huai was in the capital, and traveling to Pingjiao took several hours; the journey here had taken even longer. With the current turbulent times, he should have been busy running between the Yan family estate and the imperial palace, yet here he was, seeking a servant girl who had already married and had children while serving his mother.

Reflecting on how he had cultivated diligently to escape the cycle of reincarnation, only Li Chengfeng himself knew the bitterness of that path.

Quan Shaohuang’s eyes suddenly brightened, and his exquisite face seemed to glow with a radiant splendor, captivating the gaze and stirring the soul.

On this winter night, everything was still; the insects no longer sang low among the withered grass, having retreated into their burrows to begin their warm dreams, filled with reverence for the cold winter.

After all, Shu Jingrong’s level was masked by the Underworld Blood Bracelet; it was not easy to discern her true cultivation. Only an expert more than three levels above her could see through her real strength.

"Follow me!" Tongtian Cult Leader said, flipping his hand to take Li Chengfeng with him, his figure flickering and vanishing from the great hall.

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, it was noon; Su Mu had only just finished the draft for the first question.

What was wrong with her? Xue Zhengfei plucked a leaf from a nearby tree, crushed it into a ball, and threw it to the ground viciously. On her wedding night, she had refused Xu Wenzhen’s intimacy without a second thought, but ever since he took two concubines, she had felt uneasy in her own skin.

As the voice fell, Chun Ping, the head maid dressed in green, walked in steadily, holding a gilded silver box decorated with lotus petals and intertwining branches.

"Many thanks for your kindness, Qing Niang, but I have family waiting for me outside," Zhao Hui politely declined Huo Qing’s offer and, after bowing to Zi Jin and the others, departed with graceful steps.

Just when he thought his cousin had crashed and burned and been kicked out by Wen Nuannuan, Huo Siche returned.

Yang Xia had not expected Yang Mo to be so weak. Just as he was about to pursue, a man of about twenty, holding a bronze tripod, pointed it toward Yang Xia. Within the tripod, Heavy Profound Water surged with thousands of strands of clear qi, descending directly upon Yang Xia’s head, intending to crush him to death.

The living room walls featured dark wooden pillar decorations, between which was pasted red silk wallpaper with white rose patterns, occasionally accented by one or two high-end-looking oil paintings. Near the ceiling, there were matching wooden display shelves, neatly arranged with exotic ornaments.

In Yi Nuohan’s heart, Sui Yichen was not a scumbag in the slightest; she could not understand why An Junxi insisted on labeling him as one.

Receiving the secret signal from the Martial Saint Bai Lejun, Li Pohai gave a soft shout, unleashing the overwhelming aura of a Martial Saint at full strength.

Upon hearing this, the way Cao Yizhou looked at him became a bit strange, even leading him to doubt the professional competence of Editor-in-Chief Dai.

An Junxi welcomed Quan Quan into her home, but this time, seeing her, she felt something indescribable that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"It’s not good. The anger has attacked his heart. Fortunately, he was rescued in time, otherwise, he might have been angered to death," Xu Kai said, trying to make the situation sound as serious as possible.

Consuming 800 Immortal Spirit Points in one go was simply too much. He didn't know how long it would take to replenish them, and the goal of reaching Level 10 Immortal was being pushed further away. He was deeply reluctant to pay such a price.