43. The Soul of the Cursed Artifact

Qin Yi let out a low growl and withdrew his hand from Tan Ning’s shoulder. Following this, Tan Ning’s entire arm erupted in a series of pops, as if a pile of gunpowder had met a spark.

The others paused and nodded in silent agreement. Yun Bin’s words made perfect sense; the Qi family was not just a prominent clan in Haizhen Town, but one of the most powerful in the entire West Sea Prefecture. Wouldn't it be better to have the Qi family join them? That way, they wouldn't have to share their findings with outsiders. Under normal circumstances, this would certainly be the preferred course of action.

Li Qiu sensed a thick, impenetrable barrier of space and stopped, choosing not to delve any deeper.

However, because this new body was in such poor physical condition, he was already gasping for breath after running less than three kilometers.

Lingering terror from his brush with death remained on his face, and he cast a look of profound gratitude toward Li Qiu.

The current of intermingled fire and wood transformed into a sharp blade, burrowing into the bone of the shoulder where Qin Yi had struck. It then twisted and coiled like a thread, wrapping tightly around the entire shoulder. As it constricted, it felt like several barbed steel bars, drawing a sharp cry of pain from Tan Ning.

Zhang Yu was in the middle of drinking tea; the tea his second uncle kept was excellent and very much to his liking. Caught off guard by Zhang Qi’s question, he didn't react immediately.

Although Shi Nuan could not see Shi Ci’s face, she could imagine her expression, which made her feel even more satisfied.

Qi Jinyan remained silent. He stared at the baby on the bed, as if trying to discern the identity of its father just by looking at him.

"It cannot be undone. Before such a powerful clan, ten Divine Bow Sects would be powerless to resist," Liu Yitian said, shaking his head.

The eyes of the Mutated Giant Bull King bulged instantly, and it looked up at Chu Lin—who stood several heads taller than it—with an expression of sheer disbelief.

Although he did not know the details of the marriage alliance, Li Guang, as a key player in the planning, now understood about sixty or seventy percent of the situation. He could not help but feel a sense of admiration for the young man before him, who was not even twenty years old.

"Yes, my lord! I dare not boast about much, but I have followed Boss Luo to many places over these years."

He led his main force and the eight hundred local troops from Moding to advance past Jiulong Mountain, where they joined forces with the old Ming army garrison.

By now, it was nearly midday. Song Lian invited everyone to enjoy tea after the meal, but Liu Bowen excused himself, claiming he wanted to go home for a nap.

For a moment, everyone could not help but feel surprised. Why would the Emperor offer a death-exemption medallion as a prize today?

Meng Huaichuan opened his mouth to speak but closed it again, thinking to himself that since he was no longer the team leader, some things were better left unsaid.

This place was the Demon Suppression Division, an institution tasked with maintaining the stability of the Great Qin Empire. Its primary duty was to slay demons and ghosts, though it had other secondary functions as well.

"This must be their goal. We shall not return, but instead take Moer City with full force before heading back. Although the army will suffer some losses, a mere Heavenly King is not enough to shake the foundations of our military," General Matthew declared. How could he fall for such an obvious ruse of luring the tiger away from the mountain?

Dust fell as the weathered door slowly creaked open, and the light of a torch shone into the room.

"That works too. I’ll play the game after I finish my takeout. I’m going to reach level 28 tonight!" Thinking of the game, Zhang Fu felt a surge of motivation.

"Damn it! They’ve laid a magical landmine field! Stop immediately!" Li Er shouted over the team communication channel.

The warship cut through the sea like a massive soldier of steel, carrying the nation forward, safeguarding the security of China’s territorial waters, and upholding the nation’s glory.

Island Princess stared with her mouth agape, watching as Enterprise completely ignored her and began eating resources as if she weren't even there. A look of anger flashed across her face, but she didn't know what to say. Feeling completely disregarded by Enterprise, a cold glint flickered in her eyes.

No, it wasn't that he hadn't taken damage; as the Samurott was sent flying, bright red blood spurted from the Beast Emperor's mouth, clearly indicating he had suffered internal injuries from the energy shockwave.

Count Johnson also breathed a sigh of relief. This was undoubtedly good news. As the future Mage Johnson, he would make this news widely known.

"Looks familiar?" Upon hearing Harbor Princess's words, the ship girls all looked hesitant before turning their gaze toward the warship not far away.

Adam followed Laura’s true spirit to the Third Holy Tower located deep within the void to observe the progress of deciphering the creatures and elemental energy of the God Realm.

"Leave Wu Tian to us! You all continue with the river-crossing plan!" At this moment, five cold-faced men in tight black suits stepped out and spoke.

Lin Tian had encountered several before, but those were not all of them; there were likely many more that he simply hadn't run into yet.

Luo Fang of the South China Holy City rubbed his temples in frustration. Looking at the sand table in front of him, he could not help but swallow hard.

Three of the nine tails behind him elongated, striking directly at the three Susanoo figures in the front.

Without delay, I headed straight toward the direction of the Ghost Gate. The dilapidated gate stood desolate and cold; perhaps because I had been here so many times, no ghost sentries appeared to guard it.

Furthermore, Wu Tian had a grand objective this time: to search for high-level medicinal herbs. The god-level herbs needed to refine the Creation Pill went without saying, but Wu Tian was not satisfied with just the Creation Pill; he intended to refine even more advanced elixirs.

Sometimes, the more anxious you are, the more the system will throw unreliable characters your way.

Following the same motion, she raised her jade-like hand. Amidst a flicker of light, a black jade slip flew from her palm. The material and luster of the slip were identical to the one in Yun Yan’s hand, and the jagged edge fit perfectly into the missing piece.