Volume One, Chapter 59: Drenched in Red Wine

“Brother Zhou, you’re awake?” Yu Xichuan handed his phone over, and on the screen appeared the unmistakable face of Wen Xuyu.

“Um, Red Lips, like I said, you don’t need to stay here tonight. Go on, I want to get some rest!” Seeing that she had no intention of leaving, Sanbao had no choice but to ask her to go.

“Hey, you still haven’t told me the reason you lent me your power!” As the white light grew ever more dazzling, Simon shouted loudly at the empty surroundings.

Liu Qianjun, after having fought his fill, summoned his battered silver spear back into his hand with a gesture, and without a second thought, gripped it in reverse and charged straight for the Ancient Swordsman.

Warmth bloomed in Lanxi’s heart. To have him by her side in this life—no matter the storm or the rain—his steadfast shoulders were always there to shield her. What more was there to fear? They had been through so much just to be together, even giving up the throne itself, so they were determined to live a life filled with happiness. Today was only the beginning.

After applying the alcohol, Lanxi feigned a slow return to consciousness, secretly relieved that with an IV drip she wouldn’t have to drink that bitter, terrifying decoction.

There was no need for many words now. She simply followed Gu Liesiu into the room off the main hall.

The Sea Forest was the royal family’s resting place; generation after generation of their most distinguished were all buried there.

Thus, battle erupted at sea. Though the pirates possessed twelve ships, their firepower was far inferior to that of the navy.

With a howl of pain, Xiao Ying retreated rapidly, barely escaping Sanbao’s devastating strike. Looking down, he saw several fresh bruises marring his face.

“Envoys from the Celestial Court of Huaxia have arrived. It seems the situation is grave.” The Japanese deity abandoned the thought of challenging Xiao Fei. At first, upon seeing Xiao Fei destroy the Yamata no Orochi, he had planned to take the stage and kill Xiao Fei with divine power. But seeing emissaries from the Eastern Celestial Court, he dared not act.

Hai Mochen’s radiant smile carried a hint of nonchalance, but almost at that very moment, the expression of the black-robed elder before him changed dramatically.

Within twenty minutes, four Mercedes appeared at the entrance to Funiu Village. They sped down the road and in no time at all had reached the foot of Funiu Mountain.

With that, sword in hand, he leapt onto the stage. Taizo Sengen was already a master at the pinnacle of his art, and confident in his hidden trump card, he believed he could defeat Xiao Fei. As for Xiao Fei’s earlier words, his obsession with power blinded him to their meaning—he dismissed them as mere nonsense.

“Don’t ask me anything, I won’t answer even if you do.” As if she already knew the two of them would ask rather embarrassing questions, Dongfang Mingyue spoke first.

“It’s nothing, the cost of conversion isn’t great—I can keep going. Awakening is important!” Forcing a smile, he looked over at Sixth Uncle.

An item for an item—this rule, though it left many bidders resentful, was strictly adhered to.

In the mind of Heaven’s Will, the Earth was himself, and he was the Earth! Just as it was with the Plane Stone of the Divine Demon Continent, so too with every world—the Plane Stone would consider its world home, never allowing anyone to wantonly destroy it.

In an instant, a crimson mist erupted from Chen Feng’s body, enveloping him completely.

“Ash, freeze the river with your Frost Power—don’t let the water be evaporated by the magma,” Chen Feng called out urgently.

It was a wolf’s corpse, its fur so dark it was nearly purple, fangs bared, eyes wide as brass bells—yet utterly lifeless, clearly dead. Its body was grotesquely twisted in several places, bearing witness to some unimaginable force that had brought about so miserable an end.