Volume 1, Chapter 21: Taking a Woman to Suppress the Rebellion!

Watching Xiao Chen and his group depart, Lin Che offered a cold sneer and withdrew his talisman and imperial edict.

"Alright, you can come out now!"

Xiao Jiu stepped out from the room, moving gingerly. Seeing that Xiao Chen had already left, she let out a sigh of relief. She approached Lin Che, overflowing with gratitude, and moved to kneel before him.

"Master Lin, this servant thanks you for saving her life!"

Thud...

Watching the woman kneel, Lin Che felt a pang of heartache. In the entire Xiao estate, she was likely the only one who truly cared for him, and for that very reason, she had been beaten to this state.

"Xiao Jiu, you were beaten because of me; this is my responsibility," Lin Che said sincerely. "If you don't mind, from now on you shall..."

Suddenly, a bandit ran out from a nearby alley, scrambling and crawling toward the bandit leader, screaming about ghosts. His face was as pale as paper, his lips blue, clearly in a state of extreme shock.

The next morning, Su Ju'an went to find Changsun Qi to get to the bottom of the matter. Since they were as thick as thieves, he would certainly know something about these affairs.

Therefore, Zuo Xiu had to settle his mind and continue seeking the opportunity for a breakthrough; otherwise, he, like so many others, would remain stuck at this level for years.

In the side hall, the three great scholars, including Wang Tong, looked toward Ye Feng. Upon seeing his face, they were all struck with astonishment. When Wang Tong and the hermit Ouyang Xiyi studied him more closely, their expressions shifted instantly.

If, in the future, one or two more transcendent beings were to reach the Saint or even Immortal level on Earth, the planet would no longer have to fear such creatures.

Qiao Feng sighed. Throughout history, the rise and fall of dynasties had always been accompanied by the smoke of war and the suffering of the people. Since the Murong clan wished to restore the Great Yan, they would inevitably incite conflict and become a source of chaos for the world.

Just like that previous God Lord, who was immensely powerful, only two or three steps away from reaching the rank of Emperor.

Everyone on their side was unsure how the Yin-Yang Bridge spanning the lava lake was constructed, and they all stared intently at Saori’s back.

"What do you want with our boss?" The surrounding men immediately surrounded the injured man.

At this, the madman could no longer restrain himself. He slammed his palm onto the Gate of Longevity, suffering the erosion of the power of death.

Clearly, after millions of years of waiting, now activated by the scent of his own blood, the soul of this Great Demon had reached its limit.

Han Xihao shook off Han Xianzong, his blood-stained beard trembling as he spoke, his voice hoarse and discordant.

He took a brief look at the contents. The three prescriptions were all common, low-level formulas: Hypnotic Powder, Jeline’s Concoction, and Phantom Sound Agent.

The moment before his fist could crush Yue Yang’s forehead, the Guizang Sword shot out from Yue Yang’s hand.

In the Central Region, within the single nation of Kevitan, there were three of the four giants, each possessing their own ultimate secret treasure. With their level four peak strength and ultimate treasures, the nation of Kevitan far surpassed the strongest forces of the Great Snow Mountain.

"How long have our two families been waiting here? Ten days? I think it’s been that long. Why is it still the same, with no changes at all?" a muscular black man beside the eye asked impatiently.

Changhen was like a madman now, charging frantically toward the sky. Waiting for him in the heavens were billions of sharp, retractable needles. There were so many that anyone with trypophobia would retch at the sight, and they all pierced into Changhen’s body. The gruesome scene made Yue Yang’s heart twitch.

Garon Xianfulan died under the force of nuclear weapons and volcanic eruptions. The island of smoke rose completely to become the peak of a massive crater, known to the world as the Black Smoke Pot Crater.

Breaking through to the third level of the Meridian Opening Stage in two years was considered genius; breaking through to the eighth level of the Bone Refining Stage was nothing short of monstrous.

Yue Yang was bewildered and felt inexplicably confused. "Big brother, if you can't handle the sword energy, why suffer like this? And you called it your strongest strike—what are you doing?"

In that moment, he had not seen how she was beaten; he only heard the sound of whistling fists in his ears.

It was no wonder Li Shang had heard those strange sounds inside the First Emperor’s tomb—words about slaves and seals.

But things were different now. My understanding of the Netherworld even surpassed that of Yan Qing, though the reasons for this were not something to be shared with outsiders.

"Infinite Longevity Light! Excellent! Excellent!" The child chanted a Buddhist phrase, yet it carried a profound sense of vicissitudes. Perhaps because of his words, Tang Xianzong felt an involuntary urge to approach him. At that moment, Lou Yi’s pupils glowed with a strange light, and he intervened abruptly between the two.

At the doorway, one of Brother Haha’s men, skilled in lock-picking, was probing the keyhole with a wire. The lock emitted a faint sound, and a moment later, the man gestured "OK" to those behind him.

"They are very safe and are now at the headquarters of the Hundred Alliances!" Lou Yi replied.

The chains shimmered incessantly with ghost runes. The man looked up at the firmament, a spirit of defiance in his brow. The moment Xiao Chuo saw it, she moved her fingers, and the light-shadow trembled violently before being pulled back into the blade by the emerald green chains.

The man did not see her open her eyes; or rather, his gaze was fixed squarely on her lips.

But to Huang Yunlin’s surprise, even though the other party understood, they refused to help the moment they spoke.

For Li Shang, such leisurely days were truly comfortable. He no longer had to run underground to search for ancient tombs filled with corpses or hunt for that mysterious pearl. His life was, to put it simply, relaxed.

However, because the whole village had gone to look for water, the Tian family would be suspected if they didn't go, so they had to send the eldest and second uncles.

Zhou Yang had no objections to this, though he was surprised that Sister Wu’s husband actually worked in the city.

Upon hearing this, the Lady in Black stopped asking and simply closed her eyes to rest. Liu Yanyan dared not make a sound, remaining propped on the ground, motionless.

Public Security Bureau Chief Xu Jianguo walked slowly onto the stage, and with the help of his comrades, awarded the medals and honorary titles to the six of them.

It was not that the Pei family lacked the ability to thoroughly investigate A-Sheng’s background; it was simply that A-Sheng was not worth the effort.

Along the way, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. A gentle breeze brushed past, bringing a hint of coolness, but it could not calm the ripples in Fang Yi’s heart.

After speaking, Jian Yunyou turned to leave. Just two steps out, she heard movement behind her. Just as she was about to feign ignorance and turn to ask if the other party had any other requests, she felt a sharp pain in her neck and lost consciousness.