Volume One, Chapter 53: Birch Fungus

“What? What did you say?” Gu Yue went mad. Under that murderous aura, it seemed as if it hungered to devour select victims. Yet, after undergoing two transformations, Ye Feng was hardly fazed by such an aura.

Later, having fallen from grace and witnessed the coldness of human hearts, his pride made him reluctant to reconnect with old friends. Counting the years, it had truly been three years since they last met.

The original market was once a place where demon cultivators bartered goods, but gradually it evolved into a system where yuan stones mined within the Demon Cultivation Sea served as currency.

Hearing her sister admit she intended to help that murderer, Su Lan took a step back in disbelief. She hadn’t expected her sister to think that way—it was truly terrifying.

“Go wash your hands; dinner is about to be served.” Yu Fan emerged from the kitchen carrying a bowl of soup and immediately noticed Yan Zhi standing at the doorway, causing a slight arch of her brows.

Suddenly, the figure of the King of Slaughter moved, wings flapping behind him. He spun swiftly, and centered on his form, a whirlwind of blood mist erupted instantly.

His fierce mouth opened wide, swallowing seven long swords in one gulp, then in an instant appeared before seven assassins.

Lin Qianmo shouted fiercely, pressing down with his foot, transforming into a shadow that rapidly closed in on the corpse-refining cultivator.

At this moment, Jun Moye hovered high above. Within him, the mythical beast fruit spun wildly, shifting forms and unleashing unwavering strikes that tore through the surrounding thunder. With a finger pointed out, a colossal heavenly thunder surged into his body.

No matter what, Old Wu and I had already taken our seats. When I focused on the person sitting opposite Leng Mengyun, I was startled—a girl with long hair, wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap.

I picked up a chicken wing. Yan Yuer’s braised chicken wings were truly tender, probably pressure-cooked. Wings made this way were incredibly soft and delicious. I have a real fondness for chicken wings and shrimp.

Although Qin Wuyang appeared bewildered, Daxi Changru had long realized that Lord Longyang was mocking Yunnan’s people as all being submissive traitors, deliberately setting a trap for Qin Wuyang.

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After hanging up the phone, Ben Ali understood one thing clearly: he had to return within a week. Reluctantly, he explained the matter to Escobar.

When the Qin Yuan bird descended to a certain height, it ceased pursuit and circled nearby as if afraid of something. At that moment, a low, furious roar arose from the earth, resembling tiger growls and dragon cries.

When Lin Tian stormed into Song Lao Wu’s villa, inside the resplendent hall stood over twenty young men wielding machetes behind a middle-aged man.

They had come on behalf of Brother Mu Lian, which put my mind at ease—I wondered how Brother was faring now.

When Yu’er’s voice softened, all sharpness vanished. It was like a strawberry—slightly tart but mostly sweet.

Pei Yuanqing shouted loudly at the mountain foot. Zhu Wen’s patrol underlings hurried up to report the news. Shi Bao, hot-tempered, wanted to climb down to confront Pei Yuanqing again after being scolded, but Zhu Wen immediately stopped him.

However, if Joan of Arc’s love of learning was to compensate for the lack of education in her previous life, then what reason did Skaha, who was obsessed with TV dramas and anime, have?

In the northern city’s Black Sand district stood the gambling empire of Zhuang Sixian. The streets were bustling with towering buildings, yet few pedestrians were seen, as crowds gathered mostly inside the gambling dens.

Within an exquisitely decorated palace—the underground hall’s dome gilded with murals and walls adorned with golden reliefs.

Many doubted Chen Yufeng, which was understandable since no medical equipment was available.

“I know I have to hurry back, but first, let me settle some matters,” the middle-aged man said softly, affectionately stroking the black rat’s head.

In truth, the giant wolf earlier was merely the wolf king’s spiritual form; his true body had yet to appear. Clearly, Chen Yufeng’s strength exceeded all expectations.

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“Zi Huang, big brother is back.” The voice was unmistakably Jin Wuque’s, who anxiously called out from afar.

“Guo Lu, Guo Lu, this is a communication test! Is the transmission clear?” Sha Junlong spoke into the radio earpiece.

“Very clear,” Guo Lu answered.

Chi Hua hovered in the air, overlooking the evolvers of various factions on the sea’s surface—powerful beasts and evolvers alike. Thousands of evolvers felt the immense pressure simultaneously.

“Understood.” After receiving orders, Lu Sheng selected a hundred men from over three hundred behind him to lead five thousand toward the mountainside.

Sili looked at him strangely, unable to understand why usually lazy Darui suddenly showed such interest in magical beasts. Was he considering becoming a tamer?

Zi Hua could no longer contain her emotions, burying her face on Ye Chen’s chest and crying—a stark contrast to her earlier “bad mother” demeanor.

Yet this Prince Gongsun, relying solely on his black dragon “Ming,” had drawn out the “Heavenly Wrath Thunder Dragon.” Even Xu Yunlong could not match this feat.

“Damn!” Watching the three’s deadly moves, Zhang Shuo flashed three times, reached the fence, and jumped down directly.

“Take these two away,” Xu Yunlong said coldly. Ling Bo Guangyi and Yushui Jianping’s blood soldiers grabbed the two and left. Compared to Yushui Jianping’s numb resignation, Ling Bo Guangyi kept cursing Xu Yunlong and Ling Bo Yeyao until their voices faded into the distance.