Volume 1, Chapter 23: The Destruction of the Scriptures

At this moment, Chu Xiaoxiao, inside the house, heard the commotion outside. She rose and stepped out, seeing Lin Zhengyang conversing with the group. Having gathered a sense of the situation, she remained silent but gave a soft cough.

"You are neither a head constable nor an official of the Imperial City Guard; why do you concern yourself with so much? I am hungry—find me something to eat, won't you?" Mu Qingqing said, clinging to Yanyu’s arm.

The ajar wooden door was dilapidated; the paper pasted over it was riddled with holes, and a spiderweb hung in the corner, thick with dust, though the spider itself was nowhere to be seen.

Xuan Shao watched the dancers gracefully moving to the music with a faint smile, his face devoid of any displeasure.

Xiangye ignored her, so Stheno took full advantage, leaning behind Yukishiro and using her chest to apply sunscreen. Passing sailors cast sidelong glances, and some even raised their flags in salute.

After a brief moment of reflection, Chu Xiaoxiao hit upon an idea: the grand mansion the Emperor had just bestowed upon Lin Zhengyang was currently vacant.

As for the distilleries and various embroidery shops inside, the storefronts were intimidatingly large; they were certainly worth far more than thirty taels of silver.

After the recent scene, Long’s standing had plummeted. Yukishiro, channeling all the terror of the past few days into fury, began to kick and stomp mercilessly at the villainous man.

"Uh! We are willing to offer one-third of the oil production profits for the first three years." The Baron Kingdom was currently penniless, so Muhammad had no choice but to say this.

Consequently, whenever news spread that someone was cutting stones, these people would swarm the area. If a gamble paid off, they would shout out bids on the spot. One must realize that due to the Burmese government's restrictions on raw stone exports, many domestic jade shops were facing a severe shortage of raw materials.

Moreover, the stability of the space might fluctuate. If the window of opportunity were delayed, it would be fine, but if it advanced, Liu Tian would be in dire straits. Before such a massive ruin, Liu Tian did not believe anyone would show any mercy or offer them a way out. Therefore, it was best to reach the destination as soon as possible and then make adjustments.

"Do you not believe me? I will turn you into a human first, and then you can decide whether you wish to follow me," Duan Qiu said.

As a veteran special forces soldier, the battalion commander took pride in his abilities, especially in combat against peers; had he not been injured, he certainly would not be serving as a mere battalion commander here.

Although Kenya knew the possibility was slim, it could at least sow suspicion in Sa Kun’s mind, making the Second General’s position increasingly awkward and paving the way for the younger generation to rise to power.

Because the number of skills Ying Si had mastered by this stage had reached a terrifying level, he did not choose a method similar to Tian Yuan’s—cautiously waiting to be beaten—after the Light Burst failed to flush out Yuan Hong.

"What else? In just over a month, you have done so much. It’s too exhilarating, too unexpected," Liu Yangyang said, rolling her eyes at the bewildered Su Zimo.

Although it was the weekend, there were still many people working. Heading straight to the office area, things looked much better than when they first arrived, with everyone busy at their tasks.

"The Six-Nine Heavenly Tribulation? Now that is something," Duan Qianyao whispered. A long, fiery-red ribbon floated beside her, its tip rising like a snake to point directly at the tribulation clouds above.

After being attacked, Duan Qiu reacted with lightning speed, leaping up as metallic wings unfurled, and he flew directly toward the source of the assault.

"What about you? I can at least take you away with me! We can go home together!" Chen Jun knew his words might carry no weight, but he still made a final, desperate effort, his face etched with anxiety.

Zhou Wu conducted strength, neurological reflex, and various physical fitness tests on the sixteen candidates, followed by the final sparring assessment. The top three in the comprehensive rankings would secure the remaining spots.

"My two brothers, the situation is quite severe, and we have no good way to break the deadlock. Could you offer some advice?" After a few drinks, Zhao Zhenduo asked them.

"It is of no consequence, so long as we can reach Blackwater City!" Yu Xue’er said expressionlessly, her tone devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Subsequently, he and his guide traveled through several low-intensity danger zones. He witnessed a death arena match and a round of death racing, learned the functions of various "Evil Spirits" in different fields, and broadened his horizons—all while losing his remaining three gold coins. He secretly swore never to gamble again.

King Sweeper actually understood, but he was unwilling to accept it; he had lost by a single move, just by a hair’s breadth.

"Young Master, someone has arrived at my shop. Please excuse me." With that, she warmly hurried off to greet the customers.

After piercing the ancient tree, the crimson stream of light flew another hundred meters before slamming into a giant boulder, shattering it into pieces. Only then did the power of the crimson light dissipate.

Of course, she did not bury them completely; at the final moment, Chen Hanxi used her mental powers to hold up the collapsing stones.

They were all prisoners of other races captured by the vampires during past interstellar wars, or criminals from the vampires’ own long history.