Volume 1, Chapter 56: The Spread of Disaster

The two of them ate there as if no one else was around. Naturally, their table manners were quite refined, and He Yuzhu offered comments from time to time.

"How does it feel?" Klein looked at Lynn in confusion, only to hear the latter drop another terrifying story.

The Qi-Practicing Directorate, the gathering place of the world's top Qi practitioners, also harbored a dense concentration of Cangxuan Qi.

Lynn's approach was straightforward. His divine incarnation once again entered a state of psychological invisibility, following Sharon and Maric to handle the encounters over there, ensuring that no unexpected accidents occurred—such as the puppet appearing prematurely and wiping out Sharon and Maric right away.

An annoyed Son Seung-wan found her voice turning somewhat hoarse. She angrily reached out, grabbed Liu Yijing's collar, and shook him violently, completely shaking away any trace of passion in Liu Yijing's heart.

All officials were required to unconditionally obey the summons of the Xuanji Guard; when not summoned, they were to conduct business as usual to maintain the most basic operations of the Great Xia Empire.

Since he had put it that way, Su Liuye knew that for a while, she would not be able to pry any words out of Chu Yan.

After lunch, before the sun had even begun its westward descent, Su Liuye early on led everyone to pack their things and board the carriage.

Living ridge beasts and roof tile beasts came surging from all directions, surrounding Xu Tianyi tightly.

Leveraging the power of the Blood Moon Cult to track down the movements of the Tang Clan and the Zhao Family, he farmed merits and reputation for his alias "Xiao Ting," finding himself thoroughly engrossed in the busywork.

At this point, Jia Xu paused. He gestured with his gaze toward Xu Shu and Xu Miao, then stepped back to the side.

Fear grew stronger and stronger within me, spreading throughout my entire body. I struggled with some reluctance, trying desperately to speak, but could only make muffled, groaning sounds.

I let out a long breath and fed Qin Yixuan a few sips of water. When his consciousness had mostly recovered, I asked, "Qin Yixuan, did you guys leave with the Ferryman?"

Whenever Yechen received a private phone call, Su Le never deliberately acted with curiosity to find out the content.

Seeing these items, I finally realized that I was truly hungry. Without caring about much else, I sat straight down on the sofa, picked up the rice bowl, and dug in, devouring everything in a flurry.

Su Le glanced at Grandma. Although she was wearing quite a few layers of clothes, Su Le, currently wearing a knitted cardigan, still felt a bit chilled. Grandma was older, so she probably felt the chill even more.

I called my maternal grandmother to report that I was safe, chat about my recent condition, and ask about that Su Qing back at home. She still hadn't improved much, remaining like a blank sheet of paper, finding everything she touched fresh and novel.

In the dark, he rustled as he changed clothes, climbed into bed, and slipped under the covers, pulling her into his embrace. His senses naturally intertwined, and his nose was surrounded by a warm, lingering herbal fragrance that made one drowsy. However, Xiao Shaohua kept his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, completely devoid of sleepiness.

"Running this kind of business isn't easy for us. Not to mention the physical toll, there's also huge risk; if things go wrong, we end up inside. Leader, have mercy on us, we have receipts for you." Hua Kaixiao smiled bitterly and pleaded.

The military discipline of "absolute obedience to orders" was carried out most thoroughly within the Scorpion Army. As long as Liu Yi or Yao Lie gave an order, even if it meant marching to their deaths, these scorpions would not hesitate for a second.

Mu Qingmo glanced past the window of the private room, which looked directly at a guest room on the second floor of an inn across the way.

What was going on? Who had the audacity to dress the Crown Prince in such "absurd and incongruous" clothing?!

Seeing that the Sect Master was only concerned with how to break the Zhou Tian Grand Array, Zhang Hao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, mentally organizing yesterday's nonsense and speaking of it methodically and in detail.

Clearly, it was born out of a bit of curiosity and a desire to watch the spectacle, yet somehow, one could detect a sense of schadenfreude regarding Mu Qingmo's plight in his words.

And in this play, the standard of every single actor was exceptionally high. When Teacher Pu Cunxin bowed and knocked his head repeatedly against the floor, my heart was completely seized; the blind loyalty of the old imperial loyalists was portrayed with profound depth.

Hearing this, Shen Linglong's lips twitched, and when she saw Brigade Commander Liang's headache-inducing expression, she figured that Gu Silan was a special individual who had received backing from higher-ups.

Back in the day, Han Zhuo was the undisputed leader and marshal of the Demon Flame Legion. His influence and appeal to every single soldier in the legion were something Dark Star could never match. Therefore, Dark Star could only resort to claiming that while Han Zhuo was in closed-door seclusion, he was ambushed and his soul scattered, thereby executing a roundabout takeover of the Demon Flame Legion.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Hao finally let out a long breath, feeling just like a student walking out of the examination hall after the college entrance exams of his past life.

By this time, Yu Su had completely regarded Mufan as a tier-six alchemist. A tier-six alchemist was also known as a tier-six earth alchemist; even their Qingshe Palace had only one tier-six alchemist elder, and she knew that particular elder was incapable of refining Grade-S Divine Pills where every single one was of supreme grade.

Even within the domain constructed by Divine Machine Master's Withered Bamboo Inhibition Law, an immensely powerful force was gushing out, pouring entirely into Xu Bansheng's body.

The ruthless vow flashed through his mind for just a moment. Right now, the most crucial thing was to withstand this ultimate fatal blow. Gritting his teeth with a furious roar, the Son of Evil released all of his evil origin energy, instantly driving his cultivation to the twelfth heaven, willing to risk damaging his very foundation to carve out a path of survival.

If they, knowing full well it was a trap, continued to follow, they would likely encounter serious trouble. But if they gave up, all their previous efforts would be wasted, making it hard to abandon this opportunity. Thus, the situation suddenly became somewhat of a dilemma, where both advancing and retreating were exceptionally difficult choices.