Chapter Twelve: I Bet There Are No Bullets in Your Gun

After hearing this, the expressions of the three changed. The Divine Son paused his actions, having his subordinates take over the barbecue, then summoned a water sphere, sensing the fluctuations within it.

“Yuan Yu, how is the situation with the Four Symbols Formation?” Xiang Tianzuo asked in a deep voice. The Yuan Demon Four Symbols Formation could only be set up by cultivators who had earned the Yuan Demon title, centered around them and aided by the Demonic Sacrifice Tower. Therefore, the person most familiar with the formation’s status was Yuan Yu, the former sect leader of the Yuan Demon Sect who had been the last to ascend to the Divine Transformation stage.

Having finished speaking, Wang Jin returned to the training ground. To him, the upcoming competition was far more important. Rather than wasting time arguing over who was the leader, it was better to focus on how to defeat the warriors.

This place had produced exceptional cold iron centuries ago. At its peak, local powerful families built blast furnaces right at the mine, refining the ore on-site before transporting it to save on carriage costs.

The two foreign men, upon seeing Angelina in Ling Yi’s arms, immediately displayed looks of envy.

After consulting with Zheng Guanyin, Li Mu decided that besides the imperial salary and grain allowance, the estate would provide two thousand strings of cash monthly for daily expenses. Zheng Guanyin would take charge of managing the affairs of the manor.

These four stone pillars stood embraced by much larger surrounding pillars, usually shrouded in shadows and covered with moss. Even beneath the moss, he could still discern the varying depths of the markings etched upon them.

At that moment, Li Yi, who had gone out searching for Su Dingfang, returned. Upon entering, he saw Su Dingfang inside and paused for a moment in surprise.

“Hello, I’m Wang Jin. How have you all been recently?” Wang Jin said seriously, extending his hand for a handshake, then felt it was too formal.

Watching members of the Flying Dragon Legion emerge from the cave to undertake important missions, the other 390,000 players were filled with envy. They knew that with the Eastern Giant Dragon, the Flying Dragon Legion would become the main force of their guild and its trump card.

Sikong Chen looked up again; the rooftop was empty. His senior uncle had left without notice.

Finally, the youth was looked at with exasperation. “How long do you intend to keep watching?” The boy’s eyes were full of helplessness as he faced the other person.

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When the Sovereign Evil Emperor heard what Duanmu Naika said, his deep eyes flickered subtly, a faint shadow of unrest passing through his gaze.

The plague was a disease carried by rats, transmitted to humans who had no immunity, leading to outbreaks that typically occurred only during seasons of rat overpopulation.

Jing Xiu nodded in agreement after speaking, feeling that if it were her, she too would trust Sima Jun completely, believing he would not spread false rumors.

Fortunately, construction was not yet complete here. Otherwise, buying a twenty-plus-story building for over fifty million would have been impossible. Now, it was perfect—they not only bought the building but also saved time on construction, needing only some renovations.

He could not imagine what would happen if everything unfolded according to Yan Wujue’s wishes.

Seeing Young Master Xu so happy, the principal sighed in relief. After all, this young master was no ordinary person—he was the son of the Xu family from one of the four major conglomerates. Though he had accepted payment, he dared not offend him.

Xiao Fan’s powerful soul instinctively entered the Sword Embryo Nebula, as if wandering through the cosmic star river. It felt as though the sword power was being drained by his bonded sword, making the sword energy within the nebula very sparse. Otherwise, his strength would be limitless; not only five thousand battles, even ten thousand, he would not lose as long as the opponent was on the same level.

According to recruitment rules, the legion with the highest investment had priority in selection. However, this selection was mutual, and the final decision rested with the trainees themselves.

Both sons of the two rivals had become emperors, while he remained only a king. Who would feel good about that?

Chen Ci grimaced. Although his true qi remained, the weakness from being drained of vital energy was truly unpleasant—like his yang energy had been sucked away. He was utterly feeble, especially after recently coughing up much blood. If he did not recuperate well, lingering aftereffects could develop.

What followed was a series of medical inquiries and examinations. Apart from Hao Shuai’s initial sarcastic remarks, he remained professional and competent once serious.

He realized matters were not as simple as they seemed; rash exposure could easily implicate his parents.

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The fleeting wave of fluctuation vanished instantly, and his face once again assumed a calm, indifferent expression.

At that moment, Chen Ci was in the alchemy room preparing the Yellow Sprout Pill and Qi-Nourishing Green Ganoderma Pill. Just yesterday, the Ma Family Village had finally settled the corpse fungus matter and delivered the first batch of medicinal materials.

Lin Xi hadn’t watched the live broadcast; he was diligently digging through soil, carefully breaking apart hardened clumps with his fingers.

To strengthen the family, it was necessary to win over Ye Chen and arrange his marriage into the Liu family. That was the best plan—but was it worth it?

The last memory was of being pinned down by the ascending great demon Dou Feng. Logically, even with a golden body, Xia Wei should not have survived.

Therefore, Lancer’s spear was imbued with a deadly resolve as it steadily closed the distance toward Liu Ling.

Sect disciples murmured in confusion, many widening their eyes, unable to comprehend the actions of the High Chariot Empire’s internal imperial guards.

There was one more matter: the need to establish a newspaper. Those capable could start one. When necessary, the government could provide funding, but the money had to be repaid, much like private loans.