Volume One, Chapter 31: A New Mission: Lead the Dragon Clan

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Yin Ning lifted the Cold Chi Sword and, accompanied by his two refined corpse ghosts, Ghost Cry and Ghost Mark, strode swiftly toward the captured flying zombie. Although they were merely counterfeit NPCs, after repeated commands, Homura Akemi could immediately understand Du Yanhang’s orders and once again activated the time pause.

The battleship fleet under his command consisted of a thousand vessels, with seven hundred of them being battleships. Yet, one must not forget that the enemy had two separate forces.

Upon hearing Wang Huai’s words, Elder Wang felt both pride and a tinge of disappointment. He was proud that Wang Huai possessed such backbone and was not swayed by the Wang family’s influence.

Three days later, Yin Ning arrived at Tianding Mountain. Gazing down at the mountain composed of seven peaks shaped like cauldrons, each a different color, he hovered in midair and beheld the entire alchemical sanctuary of the Corpse Nightmare Sect. A surge of shock and awe welled within him.

Yin Ning had not anticipated that the slave-marked zombies could sense him through the surface of the lake he had created. Employing shadow escape technique and enveloped by eight shadow wings, the Ghost Mark utilized the most potent concealment method.

Early in the morning, Yu Yu came to deliver breakfast to Luo Nanchu and saw her descending from upstairs in a pale green dress, her makeup already perfectly done.

Seeing this scene, Luo Qi was naturally bewildered. Just moments ago, he had been fully engaged in promoting tank armor and had paid no attention to what was happening with Liliya. Still, he could tell that this matter was definitely related to Liliya, Athena, and the young man kneeling on the ground.

“Shh!” The ghost halberd rubbed against the ghost scythe, sparking a shower of flames. The air thickened with the refined energy of heaven and earth, as if everything were contracting.

However, He Zhiyuan, standing at 1.83 meters tall, found that sitting so far forward obstructed the view of classmates behind him. Reluctantly, the homeroom teacher reassigned both He Zhiyuan and Zhang Mengyu back to the penultimate row before dismissal.

They let go of their arrogance and prejudice, apologizing to the Native Americans they once looked down upon, begging for their forgiveness.

Unlike Xu Wan’s approachable nature, Zong Zhao appeared difficult to get along with when silent, frightening the private tutors into utter silence.

Yet, this time Lu Shu He managed to enter the top tier. While her success in the first round could be attributed to luck, in the second round she faced a disciple from Liu Yu's circle. The medical cultivator faced off against a talisman user—one capable of poisoning attacks, the other able to heal with talismans—making it a well-matched contest.

Still, Su Xi handed out buns to everyone to stave off hunger, requiring them to compose two poems before dinner.

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Shen Yibai hurriedly joined in planting, his once elegant shoes now completely stained and covered with mud.

Judging from Tao Long’s continued silence, there was little hope to rely on this city lord.

Defeating her would immediately secure the top spot on the Tiger List, even locking in the overall championship for the Mingjin group.

Muttering a few words, Mo Xie took the mystic crystals and treasures scavenged from corpses and fed them all at once to the Primordial Holy Fire.

Though she wished to avoid trouble, she was powerless and had to agree. Afterwards, she tidied her attire, carefully covering all traces left from yesterday’s change.

Having chosen the route, the Daywalker from the Exorcism Division accompanied and escorted each bride, ensuring their safe arrival at each village, allowing the people there to continue thriving and passing on their lineage.

I understand Murong An, but I don’t know you well enough—and you are not my enemy; there is no need for me to be at odds with you.

When Grandpa Chang appeared and waved at me, I felt my injuries instantly ease considerably.

Although this battle had yet to reach its climax, it already appeared fiercely intense from their side—especially with the relentless assaults from the Stone Man, seemingly driving Zhuge Ke into a desperate corner.

Guilt betrayed itself across her face. Even with exquisite makeup, Consort Wan’s expression revealed unmistakable unease.

When Master Zhang’s innate power poured into his Golden Core, it shone even brighter. Meanwhile, the Golden Core greedily absorbed that natural energy.

Yulinglong’s beautiful brows furrowed slightly at the sight. She knew that the very thing she had feared was truly unfolding.

“You handle the treatment, I’ll pay whatever it costs. Don’t worry, I won’t haggle,” Wang Jie said eagerly, sensing hope.

At this moment, Murong Ziqing was drenched in sweat; most of the scattered immortals, sect disciples, and members of the Dragon Tiger Hall on the ground were completely exhausted.

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“These past days have been hard on you,” Yu Yun said with a touch of sorrow, gently stroking Yuying’s hair, feeling a pang of self-reproach.

Though it was already late, she could have contacted the man via the number he gave her, but the lateness provided a chance to quietly assess the situation here.

The Blood-soaked face of the Dragon Demon King bore a bitter smile as he appeared atop the ruins not far from Qin Mo.

The moment they moved, Ali swiftly waved both hands. A flurry of talisman papers flew from her sleeves. Under Ali’s incantations, they formed a seemingly fragile yet impenetrable barrier, firmly holding back the masked figures at the front. The instant the talismans adhered, a ring of blue flame ignited!

Suddenly! Several large rats dashed out of the room, scurrying at Ayao’s feet, chattering anxiously. Ayao’s expression suddenly changed drastically, and she hurried inside.

Would he dislike being disturbed at work? Certainly—as evidenced by such perverse regulations. Would her rash arrival cause him to resent her? Possibly.

Such mental exhaustion was taxing, especially having to deal with the masked figures lunging at them. Since that day’s incident, whenever masked figures appeared, Fu Baiman would first carefully confirm whether any of her people remained, only then would they proceed.

Someone had dug up a Weibo post previously shared by Ling Jingshen, but no one suspected any connection between the two. After all, all participants in the competition were design students from Lin University. It was unthinkable to associate such a terrifying black-faced deity in Lin City with them.

To her, her son was everything. If her son died, her existence in this world would lose all meaning.

“All right, Zitao, I have a task for you,” Li Chen said solemnly, looking at Zhu Zitao.

After speaking, a talisman under his mental command folded into a triangular shape. He then handed it to Fang Jue, who received it with both hands.