38 Who are you dressing up for this time?

Before Zhang Ye could react, a pale blue ray of light streaked past his ear. Immediately following, the kobold let out a wail and collapsed to the ground, motionless.

He had indeed said those words, back when he went to that shop to stir up trouble. But he had only fabricated them to intimidate those people; if he truly had powerful connections, he would never have ended up in such a state.

Everyone knew that Zhou Zexi was a man who valued his reputation, and this incident had dealt him a significant blow. Yet, they were also afraid that he might become desperate and turn to dark, forbidden arts to elevate the status of his immortal sect.

The group knelt in response, and Tian Zhou gave a slow command: "The agenda of the first imperial council remains unchanged. All generals are to act according to the plan. As for the frontline deployment, that is your duty to handle as you see fit."

Reaching the edge of Ghost Razor Cliff, the mountain path merged into a main road—one branch leading to the Western Camp, the other to Pingcheng. Yuan Biao stood there, bewildered and at a loss as to which way to go.

The sound was like a pig being slaughtered, startling not only the Wei family but the neighboring residents as well.

Before long, Su Mofei returned. She escorted Qin Jiu out of the celestial prison, where three Immortal Venerables were waiting.

Shen Yunie had once been Nan Jinping’s senior brother, but in the blink of an eye, he had dropped in seniority. Such shifts were common in the celestial realm, but because Nan Jinping had become an Immortal Venerable despite possessing less power than Shen Yunie, the ranking of Xuanyue Peak had suffered significantly.

Mu Wanqing’s expression softened slightly as she followed the young apothecary through the hall, crowded with patients, into the back room.

Zhang Ye shouted this out loud, startling Xu Rouhui, who was sitting opposite him with her head tilted, drifting into a nap.

However, the sight that followed slapped Zhen Shifeng’s face hard: as the dark clouds dispersed and the heavy snow abruptly ceased, two brilliant suns appeared simultaneously in the sky, one yellow and one blue.

"Many thanks for your kindness, Senior Brother!" Yue Chen said in a deep voice. "There is no rush for this matter! The elixir crystals I possess are sufficient for now. However, from this moment on, we need to acquire large quantities of several types of liquid spiritual materials. This task must fall to Senior Brother Zeng and Senior Brother Wang." Having said this, Yue Chen produced a list of spiritual materials and handed it to Zeng Gu.

This slaughter continued for over a month. Riots broke out in more and more places. Oppressed slaves from the Jiuli clan flocked from all directions; they supported the Demon Wolf, hailed him as the new King of Jiuli, and followed him as they fought and retreated, drawing closer to the northern snow country where the remnants of the Jiuli clan were stationed.

Jing Ye and Ouyang Hua exited the camp and heard waves of war cries echoing from all sides. The leader, clad in silver armor and iron plating, rode forward with immense heroic spirit. Ouyang Hua focused her gaze and realized she recognized him: it was Zhou Tianbao, the heir of the Zhou State.

At this moment, Wang Ben turned in from the front hall and hurried into a room.

"Ultimate Dodge." An dark red skill appeared in the skill bar. Lu Bu’s face instantly turned the color of a pig’s liver. He, the dignified Lu Bu, was so afraid of death that he had comprehended an ultimate skill in his sleep—and it was a life-saving skill at that! Just how cowardly was that descendant of his?

It was as if no one wanted to live in a heavily polluted area, but even if the residents of the Celestial Realm wanted to immigrate back to the mortal world, they could not break through the one-way filtration of the Heavenly Gate. They could only stand there, speechless and choked with emotion, facing their new neighbors who had moved in with such excitement.

As the final word fell, the severely wounded Death Butcher lost the strength to resist and collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness entirely.

Once these words were spoken, all the instructors’ expressions shifted slightly. Elite students were the treasures of the academy, and to ensure the academy had sufficient funding to operate, it was mandatory to send a certain number of nine-level body-tempering cultivators to the Imperial Military Academy every year. If anything happened to these elite students, the consequences would be dire.

Jing Ye’s lips moved as he recited countless "strike" commands. His sword rose, sweeping and raging like an eagle striking the sky or a dragon emerging from the sea. Every strike was precise, and with every sword movement, a life was extinguished, blood spraying across the sky.

Yang Xiuqing gave a grunt. "Let’s just go back and eat our own food." He understood that he would likely be unable to stomach the food here. Although he did not disagree with what Lin Haifeng had just said, he was unwilling to put on a show; not only would he be belittling himself, but making a fool of himself was truly unacceptable.

Murong Xuan thought to himself: Between the diplomatic relations with Tuyuhun and the relationship between the Murong and Xue families, wasn't it clear which was more important to the Murong clan?

"...Today, we have come to inspect the Public Security Bureau, the most important link in our security work, to see what deficiencies exist and what needs to be improved."

Of course, Zhang Xiaozhen’s private interests did not conflict with Du Xian’s ambitions. He had led troops into battle through rains of blades, spears, and arrows time and again—what was he striving for, having walked through blood and fire?

The Great Heavenly Tribulation was like a maddened god, as if intent on destroying the entire earth. The cultivators present had hidden far away, watching in terror. The area where the Dan Terrace stood was like an erupting volcano; flames, lightning, and thunderous roars continued unabated, as if the sky itself were collapsing.

Of course, a Ghost King is just a Ghost King; it does not necessarily mean his strength is formidable. "Ghost King" is actually a term for a category of special spirits; these spirits primarily possess great potential, which does not mean all Ghost Kings possess immense power.

It could not be called flawless, but Shi Lei had conducted some routine background checks on Hou Hengzhi. He hired a headhunting firm, pretending to recruit a technical team, and easily obtained Hou Hengzhi’s information.

"Ancient Thunderstone, Heavenly Thunder descends, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder," Ye Yuxuan muttered, watching the powerful aura approaching. His eyelids twitched, and a more ferocious expression appeared on his face. With a cold shout, the heavens rumbled and lightning flared violently, causing even the curtain of fire surrounding them to dim significantly.

"Bang." The collision of sword and hammer, the clash of death and chaos. The first true face-to-face confrontation between the two knights had begun.

Because he had to discuss the Provincial Education Department project with Jiang Fengyue, Shi Lei had no choice but to tell her about the appearance of Pang Guofan.

"So that is why you avoided the spirit-walkers outside and came in here to talk to us?" I asked.

One point of contribution was small, but no matter how massive a number was, it was accumulated bit by bit.

Never mind, Chi Wanqing did not want to dwell on it. If she investigated slowly, the truth would eventually come to light.

Ye Xunhuan and his companions dared not move, nor did they dare to do anything to Ye Xunhuan, but they certainly dared to lay a hand on Ji Ziyan.

And this fairly decent questline would eventually lead to the quest for a space ring—the very one Lin Zhongwu was wearing on his hand now.

Especially when hearing what Ye Xiaofeng said while beating those people, Zhou Miaoer couldn't help but feel a little moved.