Volume 1, Chapter 26: Questioning the Authenticity?

It was as if this man had emerged from the depths of hell; wherever he walked, he brought with him the stifling, deathly aura that clung to his body, causing the heavens to change color and the sun and moon to lose their radiance.

Judging from recent dealings with Zhang Xingpei, the man was indeed born into a family of immense wealth. He was extremely fastidious about his food, drink, and luxuries—a level of refinement that could not be cultivated by those who had only recently struck it rich.

"You ask too many questions. Why don't you go to hell and ask the King of Hell yourself?" As the bandit-like figure finished speaking, the immortal who had arrived with Nishang spoke to him with blatant impatience.

As I slowly opened my eyes, I could faintly discern a glimmer of light in the sky; my Second Uncle and Old Snake were sitting beside me.

"A successor to your legacy?" I asked in confusion. In the hazy crystal ball, Toria’s figure appeared, and she was not alone; beside her stood a tall, middle-aged man whose back looked remarkably like Huo Hai’s.

"We have already come this far, so we must go in and see for ourselves. If you are afraid, you may go back; I shall proceed alone." Upon hearing his servant Hu San, Gao Ji hurriedly rebuked him.

"Perhaps it was the scenery stirring your emotions, causing your mood to fluctuate and leading to a deviation in your cultivation," Old Snake added, half-jokingly.

Undoubtedly, Zabuza had realized that Haku had perished, which was why he was now able to unleash such raw power.

Whenever Lang Feng spoke, he addressed him as "Young Master Xiao Nan." Bound by the laws of the Heavenly Dao, this was the only way he could refer to him.

Upon hearing Zhang Yin’s words, Zhang Han was so terrified that he did not even notice the cup in his hand drop to the floor.

There was no harsh screeching sound; the Blood-Thirsty Spider simply pierced through the youth’s blade and his body with effortless ease.

Using the Beast War Map as a catalyst, the power surged to the very peak of the True Realm’s offensive capabilities.

Ye Fan mused to himself. Even for him, the pain was excruciating, but to forge the Forbidden God Body made it all worthwhile. For a Golden Core cultivator, the transformation from a mortal to a Golden Core being required not just the cleansing of marrow and bone, but a total rebirth.

Leng Ye, a member of the strongest guild in the Sky City of the North China District, had recently received a mission: to travel thousands of miles away in search of a Devil Fruit.

With a flash, his figure moved, not a drop of water touching him. Clothed and ready, he thought, "It is time to see what kind of place this is."

"Alright, enough sentimentality. Let's go. I need to get to Los Angeles after we finish recording," Zheng Xudong said, pulling him along as they got into his car and headed for the recording studio.

The situation ahead remained unclear, but Yue Xuan had no intention of acting rashly, nor did she plan to turn back and flee. Joking aside, how could a direct disciple of the Azure-Robed Daoist be frightened away by unknown, formless threats? Even if the path ahead led to a den of dragons or a pit of tigers, she would brave it.

Every strange beast struck by the blade withered visibly, and those killed instantly turned into dried bones.

They desired too much: wealth, status, and power. And for cultivators, magical treasures, higher cultivation, and eternal life.

Ling Yue glanced at Lao Bo, who was crying with snot running down his face. He felt a measure of admiration for the man; he had clearly allowed the Venom-Spear Ants to bite him on purpose, otherwise, he could not have sustained such wounds in three different locations.

He had been busy lately and was rushing to complete his gangster novel, so he had set this aside. He decided to finish this novella today and then find time to revise it slowly.

Facing this man, even the most insignificant shred of power began to feel important.

Su Mingyang smiled and said, "Yes, here is a copy for you." As he spoke, he opened the cover, checked it, and handed the copy he had signed for Xu Xinxin to her.

A dozen team members leveled their weapons at him, but Su Yuan did not retaliate. He merely immobilized them with telekinesis and addressed their captain.

After Legba left, the entire hall fell back into silence. After a while, Fiona spoke.

However, that was in the past. As for now? If she had guessed correctly, then the position of "Deputy Director of the Outreach Department," which Qian Mei had worked so hard to secure, would likely "fly away."

Lillie froze for a second or two, then followed Luyuan’s instructions and shifted her gaze upward, bit by bit.

The aura emanating from Muzan Kibutsuji and Kokushibo was so overwhelming that the other confused Upper Moon demons trembled in fear.

Mulan thought this as she looked at Sui'er and the nannies not far away, noticing that they did not show a shred of guilt, remorse, unease, or fear.

"Okay, thank you, Sister Axian." In Xixiu’s black eyes shone a brilliance that Axian could not ignore—it was courage.

The best way forward was to kill Senior Brother Long when they made their move; only then could he sit securely in the position of Alliance Leader. Otherwise, his seat would remain precarious.

Ling Yang and Stone both held to one principle: as long as their grades were good, no matter how much trouble they caused, the school would never have the heart to expel them.

Originally, after hearing the story, everyone had a negative impression of Riley, but after hearing Ya’s words, they found their criticisms stuck in their throats.

"Alright, Mommy will make you a bowl of noodles. When Daddy and your little brother get back, we’ll have dinner." The little treasure, having kept up her adorable act all day, dashed into the kitchen full of energy.

Ling Yang was clearly not a man of ulterior motives; he sat in his seat, following the rules, and discussed the legends and wonders of the Chinese underworld with Jin Haibiao, speaking with such insight that it filled Jin Haibiao with longing.

Seeing that it was not an appropriate time to report to the Emperor, Earth Dragon decided to head to the Cining Palace to report to the Empress Dowager instead.

Along the way, Mo Xianan kept a cold eye on Treasure’s figure, making her so uncomfortable that she did not dare to say much to Murong Jin.

The important figures from the Ji family and the Yaoguang Sacred Land had arrived. They had heard rumors of the Old Madman appearing at the Taixuan Sect and had rushed over. Faced with these two super-powers, the Sect Master of Taixuan and the various elders had no choice but to welcome them personally.

"Not big enough? Just find a man to knead them, and they’ll grow. Isn't that how it’s done?" Bai Wei sneered.

The coffin was quite deep. Fatty Wang, not being tall enough, had to stand on his tiptoes to grope around inside. Eventually, he simply bit the flashlight in his mouth and leaned half his body over the coffin, reaching both hands deep inside.