Volume 1, Chapter 30: Nothing More Than a Plaything to You
Remembering that Princess Yao Hua had instructed her not to let Chu Yunze learn of this matter, Ruan Liuzheng said, “His Majesty has arrived. I was thinking to wait until I felt better to go out for a stroll…”
“A stroll? You nearly died, and yet you still have the heart for such things,” he said with a sharp gaze.
Ruan Liuzheng pressed her lips together. “I’m much better now.”
Tang Chen fought valiantly, seizing an opening to deftly thrust his azure sword spirit straight into the heart of a foreign beast.
The massive spiral-shaped sinister formation began to reverse; as it did, all the life forces and objects it had absorbed started to scatter outward.
“Yes, ancestors,” said Long Shitian, “but given the current state of our human race, this preparation will likely take over a year. If by then we humans still cannot withstand the enemy, the eight of us shall sacrifice ourselves.”
Xin Xin circled back from the gates of death, returning unharmed, yet the Sweetheart Pirate Crew was far from fortunate. Under the relentless assault of Yun Jin and the War God Hall, the crew lost a member with nearly every attack launched. In terms of output, the two sides were simply on different levels.
Galves Town lay less than thirty kilometers from Toledo. Emil Abad Murtedit of Seville and his son Abad Murtamid would certainly not stand idly by.
Upon seeing Jixuan’s golden great seal, greed immediately flickered in the eyes of many, and several charged toward him.
Entrusted by others, a loyal person fulfills their duty. Even in transactions, one must not fail! In the Central Plains war, the leader’s divine might surged mightily; battle must be won, conquest assured. Who in the world can stand against us?
Given these circumstances, as Gan Jing’s relationship with Scarlett grew better, he became increasingly blunt regarding her inability to find her performing spirit.
Stripped of weapons, the warriors of the Silver Sand Legion swiftly leapt up, forced to dismount from the Gale Beast’s back.
When Xu Gongzi saw Ye Haoxuan, his eyes narrowed slightly in recognition.
Hearing Mo Li’s warning, I turned to step off the bridge, but halfway through my stride, I sensed something amiss. If this truly were an irresistible force, could I even leave? I turned around without retracting the Universe Mirror, continuing to absorb the shadowy, malevolent energy lingering on the bridge’s surface.
Many young cultivators wanted to laugh but could not. This pig demon was truly a rare oddity—daring to joke even with the powerful heirs of the Suishu family. Such audacity was astounding.
These were, of course, Lin Kongxue’s conjectures, but not baseless whims. Rather, they were conclusions drawn from the words and actions of the demon generals of the demon realm, including Huang Yu, as well as all that Lin Kongxue had experienced in the demon domain.
Looking up at Lin Kongxue, who drank alone, Ye Guyu was somewhat dazed. In such a short time, Lin Kongxue had already consumed a considerable amount of wine and several plates of spirit fruits.
While speaking, Min Wuji respectfully handed over a spatial storage pouch containing a full one hundred thousand mid-grade spirit stones.
Li Qing’s eyes brightened as he shouted, “Just in time! Take this move: Rising Sun!” This was the first form of the Flaming Sun Blade Technique, renowned for its tremendous power.
The commander’s courtyard was modest—two enclosures deep. Passing through the main gate led to the reception area, while the inner section served as the residence. The courtyard was simply furnished with a few stone benches and a round stone table. An ancient locust tree, aged beyond reckoning, cast its vast shade over most of the courtyard.
As Bai Fuling and Li Luohua moved, the previously solid towering stone walls of the cave entrance began to shift and transform slowly.
At the third watch of night, preparations complete, Ruan Jun followed Ou Yi to the rear gate of the Mo estate. Per Ou Yi’s request, they approached the back door and indeed found two door gods pasted upon it. Quickly, Ruan Jun covered the white papers over them and watched as Ou Yi transformed into a wisp of white smoke, slipping through the crack in the door. Ruan Jun waited outside, wary of any unforeseen events.