Chapter 31

Seeing Jun Nuo and Chu Xin had already started eating, Cang Shu let out a strange cry and rushed over, while Ming Xuan followed behind, fanning himself and walking over at a leisurely pace.

In the previous battle against the demon messenger, even at his most desperate and difficult moments, he had not used this heaven-defying energy array.

He believed that the Yuan Sect would surely continue to harvest inner cores, and by then, the beast kings before him would all face total annihilation.

It was not that he did not understand Sarihan’s intentions; what monarch would ever tolerate the noise of an uprising? This was likely not a matter of temperament.

She hurriedly rushed back to the bed and lay down in her original position—oh, because she did not know who the visitor was... What if it were that lecherous Emperor Zhu Houzhao coming to greet her for no reason... In short, it was better to keep a low profile.

"Very well, then you go get some rest. Call me when you need to go out later; I will accompany you." Ming Xuan nodded, walked out, and closed the door.

To Mo Siran’s surprise, when she arrived at the Gu residence, the family members were arguing over the division of the estate.

"You!" The man’s face instantly turned a sickly purplish-blue with rage; anyone unaware might have thought he had been poisoned.

Yan Yan’s uncle paused, showing his dissatisfaction, but for the sake of appearances, he held his tongue and said nothing.

He wanted to immediately summon the chief manager who handled his business to demand an explanation, but he gave up, slumping back into his chair in despair.

At this moment, a chaotic brawl was unfolding on the field, with the bounty hunter team forced to deal with both the enemy's attacks and two ferocious beasts.

As the object drew closer, An Yichen saw it clearly: it was a yellow talisman. He suddenly realized, so that was it.

Long Ling had just stepped into Vast City and immediately felt its vibrant bustle; it was completely different from Heavenly Nether City, with no grounds for comparison at all.

"I’m not coming out. I need to adjust and rest. My spirits are low, let me recover..." She truly did not want to go out.

The old officer asked Ye Tangmu the same question again; his voice was low, alluring, and possessed a unique, pleasant magnetism.

The group of old men looked even more bewildered. This was what they couldn't fathom: why would an improvement in the cultivation of the Profound Yan Witch Sect’s God-Refining Technique allow him to touch the threshold of the Saint Physician realm?

He had arranged for Shen Qiu to handle everything before he left, so why did someone know he would pass through here and set an ambush? Huangpu Yi frowned secretly.

"After all, this is my duty, and I watched you grow up, young master. Although I am old and just a bag of bones, I am not senile," the old butler said with a smile.

Just look, at the next table sat a group of about seven or eight thugs. The owner ran over, bowing and scraping, offering them a thirty-percent discount and telling them to order whatever they liked.

Actually, Tantai Yunfei had misunderstood Zhuang Xun on this point. He truly did not know the real cause of his mother Madam Han’s death; he had only been told by his Imperial Father that she had died of a sudden illness, and Nangong Xingjian had told him the same, so he simply believed it to be true.

Originally, before the troop halted, Luo Yunxiao had already dispatched scouts to maintain vigilance. By rights, the appearance of these government troops should have been flagged by the scouts. However, they were not discovered until the enemy was right in front of them, by which time it was all too rushed.

Xiao Yang’s punch finally landed on the black giant’s back, but to his surprise, the man showed no sign of pain; instead, it was his own fist that throbbed with agony.

"Why have you become like this?" Seeing that she was finally willing to acknowledge him, Ming Xi Zhe breathed a sigh of relief and asked.

"You are too dim-witted. A simple sentence from them, and you were left speechless." Li Ronghua glanced at Li Qiuyi and continued walking.

After Xia Chenxuan sent An Yirou home, the sky had gradually darkened. He felt that continuing the search like this was not a viable solution, so he decided to head home first to discuss what to do with his parents.

However, it was not hard to imagine that this must record something extraordinary. Chu Chen had obtained the Primordial Divine Art from just the first stone tablet, so wouldn't the contents of the second and third tablets be even more heaven-defying?

Just now, his body had been out of his control, as if he had been in a dream, his soul and consciousness losing their way within it.

"Then why did you deceive my feelings? Was everything you said before a lie?" A Xu asked loudly, his expression nearly collapsing.

It felt wonderful now, being able to wipe out gods as easily as crushing ants, providing a distinct sense of accomplishment.

Even Zhou Yi, who had always been the obedient, model student, would choose to take revenge on the bullies after awakening. But according to the data collected by the Processing Bureau, Gao Ming never had such thoughts. He was like a machine that had been pre-programmed; after awakening, his mind held only the word "power."

"Listen to me, old mountain ginseng stewed with chicken is the most nutritious thing possible! We must not squander such a gift!" Yan Chixia carried his precious sword on his back, his expression grave—more grave than when he faced Gao Ming—as he squatted in the middle of the room, shouting loudly.

Return to Shanghai? If the mission failed, his return would only be a death sentence. Find a place to hide? In these chaotic times, without a proper identity, one could only live like a pig or a dog.