Volume 1, Chapter 25: A Bit Ruthless

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As Yang Guang led his army on a personal expedition to the northwest, two inconspicuous passenger boats traveled north along the broad canal running from Song City to Luoyang.

The Five-Thunder Heavenly Dipper Formula was an extremely yang and powerful art for subduing demons, but it was not particularly adept at healing wounds. Namo Wuxiang’s injuries, however, were simple enough: he had merely overtaxed his mind, leaving his vital energy and blood depleted. In theory, all he needed was an infusion of energy.

If anything went wrong, the consequences would be troublesome indeed. That was certainly not something they wanted to see.

“Save your thanks for later. Hold them off for now—I’m going to find something.”

Venerable Ling instantly released his red fusion force, stepped into the sky, and raced toward the white castle.

On the other end of the call, the blush on Emilia’s face had already spread to the roots of her ears. The moment she heard Yile’s voice, she was reminded of the “utterly insane” thing she had done the night before.

That was why, when he saw the man again, all that remained of him was a skeleton. The man had already been wounded before being rescued, and there was a mark from a spearhead on his shoulder blade. He removed the shoulder blade and kept it, certain that it might prove useful someday.

At that moment, the only thing they cared about was the position of alliance leader. If New Earth tried to compete with them for it, the Fan Yuzhe family might well withdraw from this so-called alliance. Remaining in it would simply be too humiliating.

However, the odds of the latter were about the same as winning the lottery. Among ten million players, there might not be a single lucky one.

The bard Kedge glanced around. Not far away, an unremarkable country girl was tilting her head and peering in their direction. She seemed to have witnessed everything.

“With Southern Border sorcery this powerful, why not curse the Demon Emperor to death and end the threat of the demon invasion?”

Namo Wuxiang’s imagination had clearly run wild.

Although the sun was not particularly fierce at that moment, the heat produced by carrying a burden far beyond the limits of reason caused sweat to pour from his pores as though a dike had burst. Beads of sweat the size of beans fell like rain.

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Floating in the void, the Darknight Sun Ship had an Eye of Dendera above it, lightning flickering as it gathered the energy for its second bombardment.

They each took turns speaking, saying a great deal. Besides comforting Gu Lanqing, they were also helping him think of a solution—or trying to redirect the course of his thoughts. Little by little, Gu Lanqing calmed down, and the complexity in his eyes gradually cleared.

Sheriff Hope warned the youths, fully aware of what Jonathan’s abilities signified. If word of them were to spread, it would bring endless trouble.

Lin Muyao laughed to herself. Well, well—she had caught them red-handed. They claimed they were not in contact, yet they had already begun confessing their feelings.

“My parents don’t allow me to drink outside either.”

Lu Huaizhi felt there was no need to preserve his dignity at a time like this.

Sure enough, when the person opposite heard that, his body froze. Clearly at a loss, he could only stop halfway.

He had mastered Scorch Release at the age of seven, and by eleven he had already become a middle-ranked ninja. He could truly be called a prodigy among prodigies.

As for a bronze mirror, an object expensive even for ordinary commoners, that was entirely out of the question. If one wished to see one’s own face, the only option was to fill a battered wooden bucket with water and use it to inspect one’s features.

When Ning Jiang first came to the Demonmist Mountains, he was only at the ninth level of Qi Refinement, unknown to all. The members of the Zhou family’s guard unit looked down on him.

As she spoke, layer upon layer of radiance appeared in her eyes. It was a pupil technique capable of discerning truth from illusion. She activated it because she wanted to see through the golden radiance surrounding Golden Cicada.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in his forties appeared, dressed in pale-gold robes embroidered with golden dragons. His presence was as imposing as a mountain, and an unparalleled majesty radiated from his entire being.

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This battle completely consolidated the Heavenly Dragon Gang’s position and firmly established Qin Feng’s standing within it. Afterward, Qin Feng’s prestige in the gang was no longer inferior to Wang Tianlong’s. Indeed, to the more radical young men, Qin Feng’s style of conduct suited their tastes even better.

He Yueling had taken this formation core from Xuanyuan Yulong’s room. Her other wager was that these enemies of the Huaxia people would act against Huang Yuan. What she had not expected was that they, too, would be so determined to kill him.

This was the Body of the Benevolent and Evil Wisdom King—the highest body-refinement art of Great Sun Temple, and one of its Saint-Entering supreme techniques. Great Sun Temple excelled in body refinement, sword aura, Buddha-fire arts, and Buddha-seal arts. Each of those four lineages possessed a Saint-Entering supreme technique, and the Body of the Benevolent and Evil Wisdom King wielded by Venerable Miguang was the supreme method of the temple’s body-refinement lineage.

Just as Yezi and the others were growing drowsy, a point of radiant light descended beside them. It turned out to be Xiangling.

Water Fairy Wei Yunxiang lowered her head and remained silent. They all understood that the existence of the medicinal humans revealed the Gu clan’s intention to exterminate the surviving people of the star seas. The evidence was conclusive. It could be said that the Gu clan had aroused the fury of everyone.

The voice was impossibly ancient, rolling with overwhelming majesty. Merely hearing it seemed to conjure before them the image of an invincible being.

Dracula suddenly sensed a thread of deadly danger. In that instant, he turned without the slightest hesitation, transforming into a streak of blood-red light that shot away.

Nan Er lowered his head. His eyes were like deep pools of water that had long since fallen utterly still, yet at the very bottom, aquatic weeds named “vengeance” had suddenly begun to grow with wild abandon.

He could not help wondering how the first cultivator in Yuanzhou had ever conceived of cultivation in the first place.

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