Volume 1, Chapter 27: A Good Deed Turns Into a Funeral

Wu Yumian’s pupils dilated in shock. Faster than his brain could process, his hand darted out and shoved the stunned Meng Xuan forward.

Meng Xuan stumbled a few steps ahead, landing right in the path of the clawing, snarling residents.

"General!" The human experts finally arrived, but in such a dire situation, none dared to intervene directly.

Song Tianji clicked his tongue in secret. The ancient beasts here were terrifying; they stood dozens of stories tall, with hides so thick that standard spells were entirely useless against them.

Lin Tian understood that immortals were forbidden from interfering in mortal affairs; this time, he had slightly overstepped his bounds.

Had Buzhou Immortal Mountain not successfully drawn away the ten Ancestral Witches and a massive contingent of demon soldiers, would the Myriad Demon Mountain have fallen so easily?

"Since our message and invitations have been delivered, we shall head to Caesar’s royal capital. We look forward to your arrival in three months!" Long Bai gave a slight bow and departed from the Church of Light, accompanied by the smug-looking Long Qing.

The crowd felt a surge of energy. If Wang Long spoke with such certainty, he must have had sufficient evidence to back it up.

"Rest assured, I am not one of Kofiel's men. I won't kill you—on the contrary, we are on the same side," Ye Huan said with a smile.

Was this an attempt to frame Pu Xingtang as the mastermind behind the plague in the Qingzhou Secret Realm? If such a narrative were truly believed by many, it would undoubtedly turn countless people in the Qingzhou Secret Realm into her enemies.

Even back then, when she was rescued by Zhao Chu, she knew he loved her. He loved her just as he loved his empire. Yet, she still wanted to hear from the mouths of his ministers just how much he cared for her.

Facing the gigantic Gnar, Ashe was utterly powerless. With no weapon in hand, she could only flee, but under the immense pressure of the giant Gnar, she lacked even the strength to run.

The mere thought of this put Luo Yuanyuan in a good mood; anything that caused Fang Manman distress was, to her, a delight.

"A shrewd man like Boss Liu surely anticipated this situation long ago. You shouldn't let his good intentions go to waste. As you said, these are just leftovers. You can handle this gracefully; you’re the boss, you understand this better than I do," Fang Manman said, leaving it at that.

The two walked and talked, and at a particularly joyful moment, Feng Haixin let out a bright laugh, which immediately drew a barrage of glares toward Luo Yan that could have killed.

After Song Huaicai said this, he left. Ji Baifeng’s expression was already grim; the fact that he didn't resort to violence was already a great favor to Su Muli.

She sat for an unknown duration until the sunset dyed the lake red, lying there silently like a pool of blood. She sat, and sat, until she drifted off to sleep.

The teachers were all agitated as they arrived in front of the final ward. Their eyes were locked onto the room, their expressions like those of angry wolves, ready to pounce at any moment.

Watching the fruit knife—the kind used to cut watermelons—manifest from the Long-Legged Lantern Ring and slowly fade away, Tom couldn't help but give himself a silent pat on the back.

But Jing Ci could hear nothing now. At the thought of Lan Qing being inside, a sudden cowardice took hold of his heart.

However, when his eyes fell upon the newcomer, Hong Tao’s jaw dropped so wide he couldn't close it, as if an invisible apple had been stuffed into his mouth, his eyes bulging in disbelief.

Seeing that this wisp of green mist from the Ancestor of Shadow Demons could not escape, and that Hua Wuxi had gone mad and could yield no more information regarding the divine messenger, Shen Feixue had no choice but to send him to his end.

"Heh, quite spirited, aren't you?" Yin Nan suddenly chuckled. His subordinates grinned along, but unable to force a genuine smile, they collectively stretched their mouths into an awkward, forced expression.