Chapter 78

Though Gu Changfeng was said to be a eunuch, his voice was nothing like the others—lacking that sharp, piercing quality, instead imbued with a strange power, each word striking straight to the listener’s heart with irresistible force.

Jiang Yao and her companions entered the gymnasium and found their seats, occasionally glancing toward the entrance, but there was still no sign of Hua Jing'en and the others.

The soldier returned during lunch, this time even more grievously injured. Everyone was glad for a change of visitor and had no appetite for food, nearly tearing apart the medical device in their impatience.

“It’s alright, sis. Steamed buns are good enough—they’ll fill our stomachs,” Qiao Linbao comforted Qiao Linxi, knowing full well that something serious must have happened for her to come to the city this time.

After their meal, Qiao Linxi cradled Qiao Linhua, lying together atop a pile of straw, gazing up through the battered roof. Before long, the pitch-black night sky was studded with stars.

Ling Yuan, though unable to serve as a professional judge, carried enough weight that the experts on the panel had to show him respect.

Frank, repeatedly apologizing, was met with a dissatisfied snort from the boss, who fixed him with a menacing glare before finally turning away. Only after the boss had gone some distance did Frank’s taut body relax. It was only then, feeling the chill on his back, that he realized his undershirt was soaked through.

“Sis, you’re telling me this so early in the morning—how am I supposed to attend court like this?” Dudu pouted, her gaze aggrieved, cheeks puffed in protest.

In an instant, the fire python, beset by relentless attacks, writhed in the air in agony, clearly unable to endure the pain.

“Commander, Deputy Commander, we’ve arrived!” Darryly called out, halting at another cave entrance.

Qin Ke eventually learned that this rabbit was no ordinary creature, but an ancient divine beast, born in the Land of Fallen Immortals, and imbued with mysterious powers from birth.

Luo Binwang, realizing the peril he faced, hurried home to instruct his wife and Lady Xu to gather some silver and keep the children close, ready to leave Runzhou at a moment’s notice.

Elkov nearly suffocated in frustration; he found that nothing he did could affect the other party—not even the order of their descriptions could be disturbed.

I turned my head quickly, nearly crying out in terror. Inside the glass wall, a purple ghoul stared straight at me, its withered hand pressed against the surface, every line in its skin visible.

The clouds shunned the summit, the ridges washed clean; the rugged cliffs stood like swords, as if hewn by wind. Amidst ten thousand desolate miles, not a hint of life—unlike the lush southern lands.

Father Simon crossed the dry landscape garden of Qinglian Temple’s tea room, coming face to face with the temple’s master, Abbot Shanshou.

After the Five Dynasties, with Tang fallen and Song ascendant, the Yanyun lands belonged to Khitan. Only then was this imperial Taoist sanctuary renamed Longxing Temple, becoming a common abbey.

Liu Bei ventured to Xinye years earlier than in the annals, but upon arrival, Liu Biao was less than welcoming. Still, with a strong force holding the key route, Liu Biao, who wished only for a peaceful lordship, merely sent troops to block the road without showing intentions of attack.

He sensed the sudden tension in the opponent’s hamstring and the explosive force it contained, felt the bone-crushing impact of a kick as abrupt as a Ferris wheel halting mid-spin. Richardson, with perfect tactics, utterly shattered the opponent’s rhythm.

An elderly Brit, obsessed with the Loch Ness Monster, spent twenty-six years observing and waiting by the lake, and at last managed to capture a photo of the creature.

Yet in the golden-eyed eagle’s view, the figure, though hidden, left traces; its shape, faintly discernible. That beak must strike the black sorcerer.

“They won’t. They aren’t smart enough—thanks to the smoke, they’ve long since lost all sense of direction,” Su Kouye replied.

It was a secret delight, watching those cultivators who once ignored him now come to plead for favors. Old Xiao certainly would not turn them away.

Back when Old Tie built this courtyard in the Peach Orchard, he chose to back it up to Peach Mountain—the entire compound nestled between the orchard and the hill, refined, grand, and tranquil.

“No… nothing’s wrong.” Having arrived safely beside his companions, Shen Gun barely spared a breath to scan the surroundings for pursuers before slumping down to rest.

Stone scratched his head, frowning in thought for a long while before finally, albeit reluctantly, agreeing.

He wondered to himself—could it be that the arrival of these humans had somehow strengthened the demons?

The Ubume wielded her umbrella as a sword, unleashing her ultimate move—Heavenly Crane Slash. Her graceful form swept past Ao Mang Mountain, landing five deadly strikes on her foe’s body in an instant. Five slashes in a second—a textbook Sword Saint of the second rank. At this pace, even Ye Xiao could only watch in envy.

Lin Kongxue recalled Bai Fuling mentioning that demonic treasures were usually called Demon Immortal Artifacts—so why was it called a Demon Artifact now?

Luo Yali had gathered an abundance of clues and information about the killer, but unfortunately, the suspect was no longer in Fancheng. For now, Lu Fan had no intention of continuing the pursuit. He gently shut down the email, when—ding! ding!—as soon as he powered off his computer, a message arrived. It was from Xing Wei.

While hurrying along, Seven Absolute Overlord and Chen Fengying suddenly sensed an overwhelming murderous aura ahead, quickly adopting defensive stances. Ahead, a mysterious figure, cloaked in black and masked, blocked their way.

Ignoring the precarious state of their flanks under the Human Blood Knights’ assault, the Wolf Cavalry charged forth from the main formation, attempting to pierce through the human lines and strike the seemingly unguarded command center.

Shi Moyu tried to reassure himself, but dared not probe further with his divine sense, letting it hover only around himself. He didn’t believe Fifth Talisman would let him off so easily—such a golden opportunity was rare. If he were in their shoes, he certainly wouldn’t let it slip by.

Hearing the mysterious man reveal his identity so casually, Seven Absolute Slayer showed no surprise. Coupled with the aged voice’s claim to have lived thirty thousand years, Seven Absolute Slayer had a fair guess of who the stranger was.

Once out of the village, Da Kui headed straight for the mountains. With no one around, he broke into a run and soon vanished deep into the forest.

Though the Biyou Sect permitted disciples to challenge one another, the rules forbade fatal outcomes. Zhao Fenghua exploited this loophole—not killing Tie Mohan outright, but using a secret technique to scatter his soul.