Volume 1, Chapter 33: The Awakened

After clarifying all these thoughts, Huang Shan focused his divine consciousness and projected his voice clearly to all the cultivators gathered before the Beast God Sect plaza. He expressed his hope that they would refrain from pestering him for the time being, as he still had many sect matters to attend to. He suggested that if they wished to get acquainted, they could wait until the conclusion of the Golden Core Assembly, at which point they could all go to the Artifact Refinement Sect to meet properly.

It was one thing when their whereabouts were unknown on ordinary days, but now that Nangong Can was involved, success was naturally within reach.

On that same road, Wang Yong also discovered some traces, though they were limited. He could not definitively determine the direction taken by the group that had abducted Zhu Weiquan.

Under normal circumstances, given Lin Anlue’s composure, he would certainly have offered a profuse apology to prevent any damage to the Lin family's reputation. But today, he could only offer an apology in his heart before tossing out the words, "Go to the Lin manor to collect compensation," and galloping away without pause, leaving behind two unfortunate souls who dared to be angry but dared not speak.

What did he mean by this? To summon her when he pleased and dismiss her at will? Was she, Su Luo, so easily slighted in his eyes?

Tuoba Jian had been planted by the side of the Divine Martial King; he was an expert provided to Su Luo by the Divine Wealth King. Furthermore, it was Su Luo who had personally eliminated his rivals, allowing him to successfully take over the Divine Martial King's squad.

These auras were fierce, heroic, and imposing—they belonged to the nine ghost generals under the command of the Great Shun King. They descended in unison around the Great Shun King, each of them looking formidable and exceptionally imposing.

If she had remained unconscious, it would have been one thing, but now that she was awake... heaven only knew how dire her current situation was.

Lin Rui had not gone into seclusion. After Lin Feng led his grandfather into a secret chamber, Lin Wanshan finally condensed his form, revealing his true self.

Viscount Kenfield suddenly felt a sense of melancholy; this stubborn child had absolutely no situational awareness.

Next, Erza asked Eros for a general update on the events of the past nineteen years, as well as the general state of Count Bane’s family.

At that very moment, Ye Huan leaned halfway off his horse and used the iron collar to lock precisely onto the hunter's neck. Then, using the momentum of the galloping horse, he tightened the iron ring.

Mei Qingwan felt a sudden, inexplicable panic, and a strong sense of weightlessness instantly shattered her remaining psychological defenses.

Unfortunately, the Breath-Concealing Fate-Seizing Talisman did not count as an illusion, and its usage was far too sinister for Old Dian to upgrade.

"Old Daoist Qingfeng! You truly have no shame, ordering my disciple to draw talisman papers for you? Can you even afford to pay for it!" Ge Xuan spat out in annoyance. Old Daoist Qingfeng was notoriously stingy! How could he not demand more money for his disciple?

Before this, the Thousand-Machine Guards did not forget to crudely dress the village chief in a shirt and trousers; they could hardly let the village chief appear before everyone in such a naked state.

"What is the name of the wealthiest man? What exactly went wrong with his household?" Jing Yi could not help but frown upon hearing Jiang Wanyou mention the wealthiest man.

Dantai Jing’s gaze fell upon his features, examining them with keen interest. A flicker of subtle disdain crossed her eyes, as if she were not quite satisfied with the skin suit Qi Yuan was currently wearing. Without hesitation, she grabbed his head and shoved his entire face into the water of the bathing tub.

To her great joy, although she had sustained another minor injury, her cultivation base remained intact, without the slightest regression.

"There is no need to be so polite. If there is anything you need, just say the word," Wen Xu said to Gu Anyue. Gu Anyue’s tone had become so tense that Wen Xu felt somewhat uncomfortable.

The moment the Three Pure Ones departed, they inadvertently leaked a trace of an unusual aura. Haotian furrowed his brows, lost in thought.

Of course, she could understand Lan Ningchen’s current thoughts. She had just said that her cinnabar mark had disappeared due to medication, and now it had reappeared.

Perhaps Wen Xu’s gaze was too intense, as it caused Shen Ling'er’s face to flush red once again, and she buried her head, not daring to look up and meet his eyes.

No matter how frightened Wu Yan was, no matter how worried Zhiqiang felt, and no matter the emotions of those present, Wu Yan was eventually pushed into the operating room. When the red warning light above the door lit up, everyone outside the operating room began to pray silently in their hearts.

During the battle between the two sides, the members of Qilin Cliff did not take the opportunity to leave; becoming mere pawns in a drawing was inevitable, and it could be considered fulfilling the predestined calamity of heaven and earth. The three Qilins fought the demon, and the outcome remained undecided. Yong Wu-tian’s momentum was unparalleled, and he struck down two demons in succession.

Zhou Ying gasped violently; the heavy breathing, her heaving chest, and her blurred gaze made the atmosphere in the already small bedroom suddenly become extremely sultry.

Director Ma was well-maintained and looked to be only about forty years old. His appearance was decent, though his face was a bit too fleshy, and his smile gave one the impression of a sanctimonious hypocrite.

To take a step back, even if they could reopen their venues, they would never be able to hold their territory. If the White Hand Gang could flatten their venues once, they could do it again.

"Head straight for the White Hand Gang’s territory." After the fourth venue was ignited by a Molotov cocktail, Yang Fan shouted a command and rode his bike directly toward the territory of the White Hand Gang.

The cultivators of both the human and demon races also tried their best to break free from the control of the formation. These survivors turned their gazes toward the Lord of the Nether Hall in the sky, including the Nether race cultivators; at this point, they could no longer continue to follow the Lord of the Nether Hall.