Volume 1, Chapter 30: Fang Shenzhai Suspended from Duty

At the dinner table, watching Pei Donglai wolfing down his food, Pei Wufu placed a fried egg onto his plate with a simple, honest smile.

"What... what... what have you done!" The middle-aged man pointed a trembling finger at Xie Muyun, his eyes filled not with fear, but with fury.

I narrowed my eyes, slowly left my room, and entered the bathroom. I turned on the faucet and splashed water over my face.

It was these thirty-two dark, invincible entities at the Great Emperor level who had breached the Imperial Pass back then, forcing Emperor Ye and the other Great Emperors to employ certain measures, drawing them into the origin Dao flower of this universe to trap them.

Just as Liu Kui’s lieutenant, Song Ping, was lost in a daze, more and more Langya soldiers gathered at the entrance, their crossbows aimed at Song Ping and his fifty-some subordinates.

"Young Master, it’s Grandfather and Second Uncle." Gao Chong looked and saw, sure enough, the familiar figures walking ahead were his grandfather, Gao Baiwu, followed closely by his second uncle, Gao Shilu. It was no wonder; the commanders of both contingents were members of the Gao family.

"Young Master, why would I keep something like this?" Uncle Fu didn’t understand what Gao Chong meant; a mere stone was of no use.

The Underworld Sovereign had gone to the extreme north of the void, reportedly to search for the ruins of an ancient divine kingdom, while the Ancient Sun God had sealed the Sun Palace, relying on the power of the nine suns to extend his life and hoping to find the land of reincarnation within the void.

This was the imperial capital of the Gulu Empire. In the heart of the capital stood a palace, where the members of the Gulu imperial clan resided.

"No way? Could it be that other worlds have formed an alliance and are planning to launch an attack on our world?" Hearing Zhu Xingyun’s words, I was shocked, and the hairs on my body stood on end.

"There is a Thousand-Mile Soul-Fixing Needle in your brain. This is not a technique from the Third Continent; it originates from the Soul Sect, one of the five major sects of the Dongsheng Divine Continent beyond the heavens."

The sound was not loud, yet it roared like a prehistoric beast, tearing through every inch of air and piercing into the ears of everyone present. It rang with a "humming" sound so sharp that it caused pain, and some even began to bleed.

In his panic, Tang Yun lacked any proper tactics or combat techniques. He only widened his eyes and used brute force to drag Balte back half a step, barely dodging the strike.

Yu Hui’s skills were extraordinary; in just about five minutes, the deleted text messages on Frexiu’s phone were fully recovered. Watching those messages emerge, I felt an inexplicable excitement as the truth began to surface.

Just as when Tang Yun was escaping from the Apocalypse Concentration Camp, the words "take them alive" had granted her a vast margin for survival.

To use an inadequate analogy, it was like the feeling of "someone talking to you, but actually no one is there; it’s all just in your imagination." The illusion of continuity created when watching animation or films might be a rough comparison.

Although he had suspicions about whether Davina was the child of destiny in this world, what Ling Yun cared about most right now was the Holy Sword of Water.

However, in the next moment, Zhao Zilong became a fallen angel. Liu Renhe likely never expected that those thirty-six burly men would affect him so much. But when they suddenly exerted their strength, Liu Renhe immediately felt a power that was truly unrivaled.

Ruan Lingqing stopped wasting words, cast a glance at Tang Feng, and her figure flickered, vanishing into the darkness.

Thoughts flashed through Kong Fanming’s mind, and the murderous intent on him gradually subsided. If he attacked now, he might succeed in killing Li Tianchen, but it was more likely that those hidden powerful beings would intervene in time.

Fu Qiongqiong took the initiative to hold Tang Feng’s hand; she didn't look like she was there to pick a fight, but rather like she was out for a stroll.

He had originally thought such an explanation was inappropriate, feeling honored that others had always treated him with such disdain, surely without any real point of view. No matter what, even if he continued such rambling, no one would give him any face.

"Hmph, that’s still a higher cultivation level than yours!" Zhao Ting snorted, then pulled Chen Fan along, laughing affectionately.

Only then did Lin Man notice that Yu Chang'en’s expression was dark and clouded with gloom. Not only him, but even Tang Huiyun, who had begun to see her in a better light, now looked at her with resentment and even disdain.

A moment ago, she had said Zhao Qi’s smile was too ugly; putting the two sentences together, it meant: Brother’s smile is beautiful.

Children’s likes and dislikes are always so blunt. Ji Xin’s expression could no longer hold up; she was seething with anger and truly wanted to grab this unruly brat and give him a sound thrashing, but it was clearly not the time.

As the curtain fell on the coup by Mu Haotian, everyone began to wonder why the cold-blooded and ruthless Regent of the Ling Kingdom was willing to lend troops to help Murong Li quell the rebellion.

Han Ke stayed alone in the living room, yet he was busy in his own way. He opened his phone and found that several people at home had sent him messages.

Suddenly gaining these two enhancements doubled Lin Yong’s strength, but having lost his eyes, the holographic sonar consumed his brain cells as a price; therefore, it could not be kept on at all times. He would have to live the life of a blind man for a while longer.

"You understand the concept of 'possessing a treasure is a crime,' don't you?" The Old Man of Ten Thousand Transformations seemed to know Lin Feng would make this request, so his tone was not surprised; he merely asked back.