Volume 1, Chapter 26: What is Your Purpose in Saving Us?

Yang Qiyuan shared similar thoughts; as their eyes met, they both caught the flicker of anxiety in the other’s gaze.

Su Yang stepped out of the elevator, and staff immediately led him and Ye Daji over to register. Ordinarily, one would simply register and walk in, but at the entrance, they ran into a familiar face with whom they were not particularly close.

She was not the type to use her status to pressure others, and strictly speaking, she had no status to leverage anyway—she relied entirely on the influence of Xiao Xiao. Moreover, she felt that every time she made use of that connection, she owed Xiao Xiao another favor; she preferred not to use his identity unless it was absolutely necessary.

Those fans who once couldn’t bear to part with her… they probably didn’t miss their old captain anymore, did they?

"Very clever, but a dying person doesn't need to know so much," Feng Xuan sneered, preparing to strike.

Puff! Guang Chengzi was slashed across the chest by Kong Xuan’s blade. Although the Pangu Banner blocked part of the force, he was still wounded and vomited blood. Heng Xuanzi, Wudang, and Maitreya were also in precarious situations; as if by prearrangement, they were all wounded in quick succession following Guang Chengzi, spitting blood as well.

Facing this sudden turn of events, Su Yang smiled slightly, raising his hand to parry Ziling’s palm.

As the erudite monk struggled with his dilemma, he saw his opponent pull ahead by a full step. Ordinary techniques were no longer enough to stop him, so he had to grit his teeth and charge forward.

Joy Villa was a place where one could enjoy any luxury, provided they had the silver to pay for it. Chen Ao was now well-funded, and the stewards and servants of Joy Villa cared only for silver, not for status. Chen Ao walked boldly through the main gate with Yun Lu, and as expected, they aroused no suspicion.

After hanging up the phone, Su Yang fell into deep thought. What a coincidence—another person with the surname Lei?

"Rest assured, I have long since arranged a backup plan to prevent such an occurrence," Huang Renyi said with a mysterious smile.

After taking the first one and wiping it, he was surprised to see the four figures sitting on the guest chairs shortly after. They were clearly far away, yet they gave him the distinct feeling of being right beside him, staring at him inadvertently. This startled him, and he nearly cried out in alarm.

"Fish—the fish you caught, Brother Bai." President Li had asked Li Bai to fish earlier just to test his temperament.

"Over thirty thousand degrees?" Ping Fan was also surprised. This living creature being able to command temperatures exceeding thirty thousand degrees was truly remarkable.

Michael let out a cold snort. With a sudden movement, he stretched out his large hand to grab Zifei. At this moment, he could worry about nothing else; he didn't know why Zifei could unleash such a powerful strike, and he had no time to think—he had to capture and control her as quickly as possible.

Though slightly disappointed, the group did not ask any questions, knowing that Di Jing must have his own decisions and plans. As Di Jing moved forward, the others followed in his footsteps.

Finally, he found the coordinates. Located deep within the Sea of Blood, it was incredibly well-hidden. If the location hadn't seemed so unusual, he would have found it hard to believe that a passage to the Tomb of the True God existed here. Chu Xiao sighed, wondering how the Rebellious Demon Lord had ever found it.

Leng Ruobing felt herself enveloped in a warm sensation; this surprise was far too great.

When Chu Xiao had acted earlier, he hadn't seized Li Fengyi's shadow bodies, naturally out of respect for Elder Tianyuan; otherwise, not a single one of those two hundred shadow bodies would have remained.

Returning to his room, Zhou Ming saw that Zhao Jiaqi was suffering greatly from her intoxication and, unable to bear it, silently channeled the Xuanyuan Dragon Technique to help her purge some of the alcohol from her system.

Shao Yixuan reached out, his Extreme Dao Divine Fire forming a hand to grasp a wisp of sharp, golden aura for closer inspection.

"I will make my own decisions regarding my marriage. Once I return, I will tell my teacher to call off the engagement," Duowei said coldly.

"Peter, there is no need to trouble the gang leader to take your life; I shall do it for you. In this life, I hate traitors most of all. All traitors deserve to die, so today, I will surely kill you!" Shi Sen declared with a frigid tone.

Upon hearing Lu Yika’s words, the soldier’s expression shifted. He dared not speak such things in front of Anlude—that would be no different from seeking death. Still, he nodded in agreement, not daring to contradict Lu Yika to his face, especially with Anlude’s example still fresh in his mind.

Su Nianjin pressed her hands against her head. What could she do? She never imagined things would turn out so disastrously.

Gu Yuan watched her silently. When she was ruthless, she didn't even spare herself. The words she spoke were harsh and grating, yet they were directed at herself, leaving others with nothing to say and a heavy, stifling feeling in their hearts.

Having gained some insight from the chessboard, Chen Long realized that only by staying true to oneself could one become an immortal. He had to carefully consider how to utilize dragon energy without causing his own body to mutate—that would be the perfect outcome.

Not far away, a youth carrying a long blade approached slowly. He wore the tattered spiritual robes of a Core Disciple of the Taixuan Sect. Although the robes possessed special formations to automatically clear away dust, his were covered in layers of grime and blood, much of it congealed into hard black clumps that were difficult to clean.

Prime Minister Xue stared at the Empress’s face and whispered to himself, "Empress, since you have no heart for me, do not blame me for being ruthless."

Shao Yixuan felt a massive gust of wind strike him. Before he could steady himself, he was blown away, crashing violently into the skeletal remains of an ancient creature floating in the void, shattering the bones into fragments.

When the wind died down, the strangers were gone, and the youth who had provoked them lay on the ground.

Alchemists of this era valued alchemy above all else, treating it like private property that was not easily shared. Only in this way could they ensure that unique formulas remained known only to them, thereby guaranteeing their own value.

"Grand Marshal, I will clear the path. Follow me," Zhang Yong said, swinging his mace left and right like a reaper of death. Whether armored or not, one by one, his enemies fell.

This was what Nangong Yi’er had wanted to say as well, so the two left the morgue to prepare for the fight against the epidemic.