Volume One, Chapter 26: A Bountiful Harvest, the Construction of the Imperial Academy

As soon as the words were spoken, Shen Feng was utterly speechless. In the Eastern Continent, the cycle of life and death across the six realms is governed by the Underworld, while in the Western Continent, it is entirely under the jurisdiction of the King of the Netherworld.

When Shi Zichen returned home, he found only the trembling servants; she was nowhere to be seen.

With a single move of his right hand, the “Black Demon God Cauldron” slowly descended. Grasping a corner of the massive cauldron with imposing dignity, he spoke with authority.

As an adversary, Xiong Ba Tian had a clearer understanding of Chen Hao. His wildness and restraint complemented each other perfectly; his conciliatory policies paired seamlessly with his unyielding style. This was why the Red Flag Army had endured to stand unshaken to this day.

Seeing Shen Yunyou remain silent, Ye Zixuan gave a lonely smile. Slowly closing his eyes, he inhaled the long-missed fragrance lingering about Shen Yunyou, and his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

The phrase “dead man’s head” cannot be pronounced in standard Mandarin; it must be said in the Shanghai dialect. It literally means “dead man,” referring to those who have collapsed and died on the road.

A sudden warmth seemed to envelop Zuo Zhan’s face, as if bathed in sunlight. His already handsome features appeared even more radiant.

“Hehe, since you all agree, there’s one more inside—I’ll cook that for you too!” Tang Shi happily hopped toward the kitchen, her joy boundless.

After a period of daze, Zuo Zhan finally began venturing out to gather information. It was then he learned that his best friend Nangong Xiao had received orders to escort the Mo family to Liaodong.

Jiu’er naturally understood what the simple words “Saint Rank” symbolized—absolute strength! Yet now, she seemed to foresee the fierce battle that was about to unfold.

Ding ling ling—a ringing sound echoed as Old Yue used the bell to drive the zombies back into the earth. Every buried zombie was restrained by Old Yue pressing on their philtrum before he removed the talisman. His hands moved with practiced skill, evidence of long experience.

He dared not voice the question aloud and instead forced a smile, saying, “Then why not let Yingtao go?” Casting a disdainful glance at Lv Feng, his expression was one of clear contempt.

Watching Qin Molin’s retreating figure, Tao Xingzhou wondered in puzzlement: where had Feng Xingying gone?

Xie Yaohui’s lips trembled as he asked with difficulty, “Weren’t they all destroyed?” That explained why yesterday’s vegetable market had turned into a river of blood, with dozens hacked down.

Wang Heng sat on the edge of the kang bed. Hearing the noise, he looked up and saw her bizarre attire, his eyes widening in disbelief and intolerance.

With that, Sun Mubai staggered out, his silhouette stretched long by the setting sun, growing ever more desolate.

Ling Chuxue wore a veil that concealed her expression, but from her voice came aI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.