Volume One, Chapter 35: Caught on the Spot

"Excellent, this is a perfect opportunity for us to glimpse the manners of the immortals ahead of time—how marvelous!" Lin Pingchang clapped his hands as he spoke. Shen Lingyan had only just sensed a hint of mischief in his smile before her lips were sealed, and then a gentle, fiery warmth engulfed her entire body.

The young man was Chu Xun. He paid no heed to the others, instead fixing his gaze on the third young lady approaching from a distance.

All these people were familiar with the Qian Yuan Tartars; they knew well that, on the grasslands, those men were heroes, each and every one. It was impossible for them to simply let their adversaries escape.

At that moment, the mysterious figure casually pointed ahead. Following his gesture, they saw a transparent wall materialize in the direction of Zimeng.

She had been tormented by troubles from her past life, but now, hearing Yan Qingyun speak, the knot in her heart gradually began to unravel.

"As for the purpose of crossing into the underworld, I neither know nor care," the fat man said. "But right now, I want to ask you one question."

The new clothes had been bought with money her mother earned gathering medicinal herbs; they must not be dirtied. Yet, faced with her second aunt—a blood relative—what else could she do but comply?

"Damn, I forgot to take out Dr. Chen's lab coat and hang it up." She glanced at the clinic door, saw that no one was coming in, hurried to the desk, knelt down, opened the storage compartment, and took out Dr. Chen's coat to hang it on the wall hook.

Fleeing wildly, Yao Muchen reached out to summon back the black medicine furnace. "It hasn’t broken?" he thought, excitement bubbling within him. He had expected that the furious blow would shatter the furnace, yet not only was it intact, the cracks from before had not changed one bit.

"General, you do not know—those mountain bandits said that if I could sell the treasure, all the proceeds would be mine. Afterwards, they would mobilize everyone to help me, no matter what I did, as long as I lured both generals and all their troops to that place, so they could seize the opportunity to attack the county town." The man spoke with his head bowed.

With a thunderous crash, the black medicine furnace was sent flying by a single blow from the gray-haired old fiend, and then a blinding purple flame swept down upon him.

"Fifteen minutes after takeoff, you may turn your phone back on," the flight attendant explained patiently.

"With me here, who could possibly devour you?" He smiled warmly. "I only fear that, being together, one day I won’t be able to resist swallowing you whole." He looked at her, his gaze tinged with ambiguity.

Whether before or now, Jiang Bei was confident he could suppress Jun Qianche; as for the rest of the Jun family, he had yet to take them seriously.

The duck showed no displeasure when Chen Xinghai shook off its outstretched hand; on the contrary, it realized it had misjudged him. With Chen Xinghai’s character, how could he squander tens of thousands and indulge in such places? Clearly, it had mistakenly attributed some of the gang brothers’ bad habits to him.

Not only it—surely, in ten thousand years, no one under heaven had seen such a miraculous pill. They were the first, and perhaps the last, to encounter such a heaven-defying fate.

"Since I met him, he hasn’t had a single day of leisure." Watching Lin Ruo’s silhouette, Ling Feiyan felt a pang of sympathy.

Han Biao lost focus, and a dozen leaders "went offline." Han Biao knew the problem: his mental strength was nowhere near enough to be so recklessly expended.

"I know myself well from that era..." Han Biao muttered inwardly, but obediently shook his head.

Among the six great sects, some ancient monsters paled at the mention of Feng Shitian. In the distant past of the divine realm, Feng Shitian represented both demon and unparalleled genius.

The exchange was straightforward. Under the auction house’s supervision, Lin Wu presented the first three moves of the Naga clan’s super-level martial arts. The other party produced the scroll with the secret clone technique. After both sides verified the items, the deal was done.

The atmosphere on the yellow sand was taut, like an arrow nocked and ready to fly.

"And the bad news?" Qianshou, who had always been treated as a computer assistant, suddenly spoke to Han Biao, catching him off guard.

As soon as Ouyang Shi set foot on shore, the merchants of Tanggu relaxed, vying to treat him to food, drink, and entertainment. Seeing him cheerful and unconcerned about the impending Jin army, they felt reassured.

Just as he was about to speak, a cry sounded overhead. Looking up, he saw a fifth-rank magical beast, a wolf-eagle.

Hearing his blade skills disparaged, Elder Dao was unexpectedly furious. Everyone in the True Spirit Sect knew that his most formidable technique was his set of powerful blade arts.

Ling Ruofei was perceptive. Seeing the two strangers dressed elegantly, and sensing Su Han was an old acquaintance, her eyes flickered shrewdly.

Before Lin Yi could finish, Lu Yue’s hand suddenly produced a soft whip. Though only a few feet long, the fierce energy within it made Lin Yi’s heart leap—it was clear that in this short time, Lu Yue’s strength had grown tremendously.

Thinking of this, Bao felt a bit helpless for Knox, who had once openly and secretly competed with him. Sighing deeply, Bao stood up, passed a cup, and slowly poured a bit of red wine before handing it to Louis.

Zhao Mingyue lay sprawled on the bed, her stomach rumbling like thunder, yet even breathing felt exhausting. Apart from her figure, she was no different from a dead pig.

"The location?" Wang Nanbei was truly exasperated by the demon. This person was beyond redemption—it would be better to pocket an extra thirty million himself.

After drying their hands, Gu Qingyun and Lu Xuan headed toward the main hall. Passing through the second gate, they occasionally saw things being tossed over the courtyard wall.

She dared not be too detailed—her account was just sufficient. She omitted what she could: her promise to the young Red Overlord, how she was injured saving him, and other melodramatic episodes.

"My mother and the others will also be here today. I want to see if I can meet them." Had he not promised He Qianzhu in advance, he would have come with his family.

In Boss Xia’s dictionary, this gold-devouring ant had another name: soul-eating ant. It was said to be a method ancient people used to guard against tomb robbers, much like corpse beetles.

"Look!" The phantom Cassius extended his palm—a streak of blue light shot from his hand.

"This person is mediocre. Bringing him along will only slow us down. We're not here for fun; we don't need such a companion," Yin Xin said expressionlessly. "Say your goodbyes and send him back to the Temple of Lu. Bai Ya and I will wait for you over there." Yin Xin turned and spoke a few words to Bai Ya, then the two left together.