Volume 1, Chapter 40: The Lame Crown Prince Can Play Cuju?

With the Tianyan Martial Arena as the epicenter, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a hundred-mile radius of Cloud Curtain City slowly converged toward the City Lord’s Mansion.

"Is it finished?" Zi Xin wondered. Logically, after absorbing such power, one should feel energized, even if physically exhausted; why then this sense of listlessness and lack of spirit?

As they kowtowed, nearly everyone in Laiyu City wept. Their hearts were now calm, but looking at their once bustling and prosperous home, now reduced to desolation, they could not believe that they themselves were the cause of it all.

Legend has it that Jiao Ge was originally a fish and salt merchant near the Wei River. When Xibo Hou Ji Chang happened to pass by and heard of Jiao Ge’s great talent, he recommended him to serve the Great Shang. Jiao Ge did not disappoint, successfully becoming a high official of the Shang Dynasty and securing a vital post at the most critical moment.

"Since Father and Li Qing have both said so, I naturally have no objections," Dongfang Bingyun said, smiling at them.

Jiang Yin burst into a string of curses, but the man remained unmoved, making Jiang Yin’s behavior seem rather awkward. Forget it, such a person was not worth the trouble.

Yun Jie couldn't be bothered to deal with him. He bent down to touch the Nightmare Beast; it had just died, and its body was still warm. He immediately picked it up and rushed toward the front hall. Cleveland, not knowing what Yun Jie was planning, followed him out.

Those who refine pills are called alchemists, while those who decoct medicine to save lives are generally called herbalists. Those who specifically diagnose illnesses, practice acupuncture, or check pulses are usually referred to as physicians.

Seeing the Jin soldiers retreating, Jiang Yin stepped behind Qiu Chuji and Ma Yuyu, placing his palms on their backs. He channeled his profound internal energy into their bodies, helping them purge the toxins.

This person’s cultivation was unfathomable and unpredictable; Li Qing, not wanting to invite trouble, intended to retreat quietly.

Chu Yun and the others could rationally decide to abandon Austin, but Dabai lacked such intellect. It only saw its master injured and rushed forward regardless of the danger.

Barias was not so optimistic. After Lombardo left Hugo’s office, Barias found an excuse to stay behind and bluntly questioned Hugo.

"Didn't I tell you? I'm going home to visit my master," Xiang Yang replied lazily, lying on the sofa with a relaxed expression.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhang Zhao wanted to use his Tang saber to end him. Was Lu Yang truly a pig in human skin? "Mind your own business" was the mindset of many before the apocalypse, but after the world fell, that sentiment should have been manifested to the extreme.

As the referee’s voice rang out, Lin Chen and Xiao Fei exchanged glances, their expressions turning cold.

Before them, Zhao Yina was being held down by three lewd men. Her collar was slightly torn, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin, her ample bosom heaving slightly due to panic and struggle.

The minion-farming skills of his companion still left a deep impression on him. Since he had chosen the Bounty Hunter, how could he bear to watch such a huge wave of minions go to waste? Rather than watching his economy drain away painfully, he would rather feed himself until he was plump and wealthy.

In that case, the strategy for the invasion of the Undead Kingdom might need to be adjusted with great rigor.

The man explained slowly, though his gaze grew distant and dim, and the green stone he held lost much of its luster.

With a wave of the blade, all except the soldier who had spoken were instantly decapitated, blood drenching the ground.

Di He naturally understood what he was thinking. He re-evaluated the situation, put away his serious demeanor, and a smile returned to his face.

But now, things were different. The Patriarch and the elders were nowhere to be seen on the sacrificial altar; the elves below looked anxious and uneasy, whispering to their acquaintances. This suggested that this year’s Ancestral Festival would likely not be peaceful.

Bu Qianhuai and Yue Wuya had obtained the confessions and files of those who attacked their camp and had gained some understanding of this "Main God." After all, not everyone possessed the special ability to see through everything as these transmigrators did. Naturally, they could use these documents to coax more information out of them.

The golden token lay on the table, its surface still shimmering with a polished luster despite the dim light obstructed by the crowd behind it.

"N-no, it's fine. I drank too much, and the aftereffects are hitting me now." Not wanting to ruin everyone’s mood, Lin Peng quickly shook his head and explained.

The main legion of the Tiger-Spine Dragon ultimately could not escape its fate and was annihilated by the Tang pilgrims, the imperial army, and the Dragon Clan’s naval forces. This dealt a fatal blow to the Spine Dragon Heavenly King, as it was the second of his main forces to be destroyed in succession.

Tu Shu didn't even glance at Dong Bo; with his hands in his pockets, he sauntered slowly toward Lin Peng.

As for the differences, he hadn't told her; thinking about it now, she probably hadn't discovered them yet.

"Two days, and still not awake. What is going on..." Ji Ziming rubbed his eyes with both hands, feeling vexed. "It cannot be delayed any longer; people from the Observation Platform are coming." After calming himself to the greatest extent possible, Ji Ziming had to face reality.

Meng Tang opened her eyes, her gaze sweeping across the concubines below, taking in their varied expressions: some gloating, some fearful, some suppressing laughter, and others watching the show.

Qi Shuo had originally been a fat man, but at this moment, his aura began to sharpen.

Amidst the thick, poisonous miasma, streams of light scattered like shooting stars, racing toward the energy source.

She was just as she had been before: her heroic, sword-like eyebrows arched, her hair tied in a high ponytail, and her body, toned to perfection, wrapped in white combat gear.

The next day, the group slept until noon, and after a hurried lunch, they sat together to await the start of the competition.

He was smiling, but his gaze, in the deliberately dimmed light of the room, appeared somewhat cold.

When her gaze fell upon you, you could see clear desire within those smiling eyes.

Except for forcing her into the palace to serve the same husband as her sister, she could think of no other reason why her sister would be in such a difficult position.

"Nothing happened! I'm going to the company! It's urgent!" Lu Wantang felt immediately guilty and, not daring to look at Lin Chuxia again, scrambled out the door in a panic.

Xiao Xia hadn't expected that this high-spirited vice president, usually so cold, had such a history. However, Xiao Xia felt that Lei Ming shouldn't have refused to explain; even if the reasons weren't very convincing, it would have been better than saying nothing at all. Looking at the man before her, she truly couldn't fathom his heart.