Volume 1, Chapter 25: The River and Sea Gang Council

The Fifty-Eight Bureaus of Nanshang.
Within the Wangbo Bureau.
Slowly, she crawled to the head of the bed. By now, Jin Yan was truly gone from the hotel; he had finally attended the meeting he had been putting off for two days. Before leaving this morning, seeing her still in a hazy slumber, he had offered a few brief instructions before letting her sleep on.
Clearly, she was using the shopkeeper to threaten Jin Yan. If he tried to drive her away again, she would stop speaking on his behalf and tell the shopkeeper that everything she had just said was a lie.
Ji Jiayan had prepared Hu Di in advance, and Hu Di indicated that he understood such social nuances well enough.
Yang Lin knew his identity; the man before him could be anyone, yet his true status was singular.
The carriage traveled westward, passing through Wolong Town, and then followed the main road toward the northwest. Five days later, at dawn, the silhouette of Hanjiang City first came into view.
Having swiftly breached the city, Qin Yao did not encounter a single snake-man. The streets were completely empty, devoid of any sign of life.
The fourth level was vastly different from the three below it. It had no residents, housing instead something akin to a Tower of Babel.
Listening to Lin Mo’s laughter, Xifeng and Qiuyun found themselves smiling unconsciously as well. Having followed Lin Mo for so many years, this was only the second time they had seen him laugh so heartily.
The heir naturally chose to obey. Fortunately, no matter how unreliable Prince Yu might be, he was still the elder of the Second Prince and could keep him in check.
At this moment, as the master of the September Sword, Da Wuhui would certainly have an easier time than this when dealing with the tall man.
Li Haolong nodded and asked, "I am fine. By the way, how did you know I had been captured?"
Meanwhile, Jiang Baixuan and Liang Dujuan had finally caught up. The distance Gu Hao had sprinted in the time it takes to burn a stick of incense had actually taken them half an hour to cover.
The group burst into laughter. Crow immediately stood up and walked toward her. Upon reaching her side, he jumped up, bumping against her backside from time to time. She offered a seductive smile and gave him a wink.
"Speaking of cooperation, you are sincere about it, aren't you?" Lin Jiaren raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with disdain.
Clenching his fists, Situ Chenyi stared unblinkingly at the room not far away. The window was open, and through it, he could see Weiyang resting her head on a man’s shoulder—a man who was none other than Jun Wuyan.
An Acquired-realm martial artist snatching a treasure pouch from the hands of three Innate-realm experts; how preposterous a notion was that?
People outside the street watched the four martial masters pinned against the wall in front of the Bai family estate, their roars echoing constantly. They pointed and whispered, sensing that something major might happen today.
The reason these Profound-realm experts kept stumbling at Leng Tian’s hands was, first, their total ignorance of him, and second, that his peak Heavenly-realm cultivation, obvious at a glance, made him appear vulnerable to any Profound-realm expert. This arrogance led them to be incapacitated within just a few exchanges.
She nodded obediently and replied, "I sensed it just a moment ago. The life force within my body was fading, but for some reason, it stopped abruptly." Qingzhu’s expression was filled with confusion; she could not understand why the draining of her life force had suddenly ceased. "Could it be that he stopped it?" she wondered to herself.
Ling Aotian was startled. To create a virtual world where people could cultivate—how immense must such power be?
If one were to establish the SCP Foundation, the most pressing issue would be finding a place to imprison, or rather, contain, those strange and bizarre monsters.