Chapter 49: This World Was Never Fair

Not only was Mama-san stunned. Zhong Rou was equally bewildered. She had intended to carry out an undercover mission, but never imagined that her cousin would expose her true purpose in a single sentence.

How was she supposed to proceed now?

Chen Yang glanced at Zhong Rou and smiled gently. “Didn’t you just say you wanted to personally capture Zhou Tianhao? So why are you frightened now?”

“But, after all, this place…”

Moreover, the three of them had almost identical appearances, making it hard not to associate them with tales of past and present lives.

Wait, something isn’t right. The implication here is that Primordial Lord slaughtered all around him, drew in the West, and sent most of the Jie Sect onto the Investiture of the Gods list—for the benefit of the Master of Tongtian?

The expansion of the Hall of the Human Emperor was complete, and as Li Heng had predicted, the rewards for signing in at the newly expanded hall were indeed much improved.

Only by returning to the Eight Desolations to receive the full inheritance and become a true Nine-tailed Celestial Fox could she be kept safe.

The magistrate and assistant magistrate’s actions startled Cheng Yaojin and Wang the Blacksmith. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the magistrate, assistant magistrate, and county constable invited Cheng Yaojin and Wang the Blacksmith into the inner hall of the county office, where everyone took their seats.

With so many items, if someone wanted to skim a few layers off the top without you noticing, it would be all too easy.

Li Heng manifested the gods and gathered the heavenly realm, transforming his divine incarnations into the land gods, mountain gods, water gods, city guardians, and other deities within the Great Tang—occupying nearly all the divine positions.

Han Bingwei, who now disliked occasions of excessive publicity, felt uncomfortable with all the guests’ attention focused in her direction.

With two against one, Julu Sun Buddha and Medicine Buddha gradually gained the upper hand, and could spare attention for the battle unfolding on the island.

However, the village where that branch of descendants lived had already been destroyed by Heim. They had not made contact.

In truth, Lu Tianchuan’s actions were a subtle way of letting all factions know who was the real Dragon Soaring.

The defensive water curtain beneath this bottomless pit was identical to the one under the Divine Water Spring at Dragon Mountain; trying to break it with brute force from outside was exceedingly difficult.

“Rest assured. Based on my understanding of Xuanmo, aside from Demon Mountain, I can’t think of anywhere else Xuanmo would hide. After all, Demon Mountain is the foundation of the Demon Clan. If it’s not there, then so much the better—we can wipe out the Demon Clan in passing, and I refuse to believe Xuanmo wouldn’t appear.” Upon hearing Jiuyou’s words, Shentian smiled.

Yet this approach was not guaranteed to succeed. If one failed to transcend, it meant true death—complete erasure, the soul and path annihilated, vanishing from the world.

“Elder Yellow Earth? What should we do next?” a ninja inquired, puzzled.

Thus, a premeditated assassination took place. Although Li Ying did not die immediately, he was gravely wounded—effectively as good as dead.

Thinking of this, a cold smile flickered across Xue Ming’s face. Cai Jing was determined to cement the reputation that he disregarded his elders, challenged authority, and forced the ruling powers to resign in disgrace.

“What’s wrong?” Xiao Yu quickly asked, concerned. He sensed Yuan Shu’en’s unease and genuinely cared for her.

Yan Chaofan especially pointed out that the route used by the ancestors of the Hall of the Gods and the Divine Race to traverse realms was right nearby.

Even if it was just about changing Lin Xuejuan’s grades, it couldn’t be done easily, for the results had already been published and any alterations would need to pass through many hands.

Just after returning, Hu Yang looked up at the sun, then checked his watch—it was already past one o’clock.

“Let’s pay our respects to Mother first, then visit my brother,” Song Lier draped herself in a fox-fur coat, cradling a hand warmer, feeling comfortably warm.

Chen Yang woke up and found it was already after nine. After getting out of bed and opening the door, he caught a faint whiff of delicious food.

But Hu Yang was short on cash, and Okamoto Fumiko happened to fly in—she needed songs, and Hu Yang needed money.