Volume 1, Chapter 37: The Shadowless Gang

Compared to the confusion of the shadows, for Iron Face, there was no news more unsettling than this. Achieving such a state requires more than just profound cultivation; it demands a life forged through thousands of hardships and the tempering of countless storms.

It was another busy day, and as the restaurant finally reached closing time, Old Man Yin thanked everyone for their hard work and moved to lock the doors.

"Junior brother, you are a practitioner of mental cultivation as well, aren't you?" Yun Haoxuan looked at Zhusha, his expression softening considerably.

Yue Liang, huffing in anger, fell silent, her eyes glowing with a piercing red light as she began to monitor Yin Yang's aunt and Wan Na.

After pacing the room inside and out a dozen times, Chen Zui finally concluded that the environment was utterly unfit for human habitation. With a heavy sigh, he rolled up his sleeves and began to clean.

This divine artifact, ranked third by Master Qiu, now rested quietly around Zhusha’s wrist, looking like nothing more than a common ornament—gone was any trace of its previous ferocity or violent aura.

When the door opened, the Mu family steward, Mu Yun, was panting heavily, clearly signaling that something extraordinary had occurred.

Jin Xiu considered herself a seasoned contractor who had mastered the art of minimizing sleep, but it was barely six o'clock in the morning. Had this fellow not slept at all?

"If I ask for his help, what is his fee?" Nie Wei knew that feng shui and divination were highly lucrative fields. A skilled master didn't come cheap; it might even cost more than she earned catching ghosts.

Eight Kage-level experts, including Mito, Tobirama, and Chiyo, took their positions in eight directions. A crimson barrier of light rose, enveloping the entire shelter in protection.

After speaking, Wang Sishen quickly walked over to the Great Elder. The two whispered for a long time, and Li Mao, trembling all over, grew impatient waiting for them.

The three men who consumed the item saw their aura surge instantly; it seemed the pill contained ingredients capable of stimulating latent human potential.

On the north side, Chang Yuchun had faced no attacks from the Yuan army, but they dared not divert him to support other fronts, fearing a sudden assault on the northern walls.

"Right, neither of us ever said we were friends." Jiang Zhi shrugged, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what felt off, so she dismissed it.

The two continued to exchange cups, drinking heavily. To Wang Sishen, their boorish behavior was intolerable. Ignoring Wang Siluo, who was jumping up and down and clinging to Li Mao, he hoisted Li Mao onto his shoulder and carried him away from the pavilion.

"I don't understand. I spoke so modestly; why would he think I'm being arrogant?" Lin Xiao frowned and sighed.

Chen Xuanli took a short blade and began measuring the bricks in his hand. Li Mao gestured for him to continue, but when Chen Xuanli failed to pry the bricks apart after several attempts, he bowed to Li Longji in shock.

"Your Highness, what is wrong with this horse? Please be careful not to get kicked. Let me handle it!" Yang Guozhong stood before Li Mao, acting as if the horse were about to lash out.

He gave a light cough, and the door behind him suddenly opened. With a spark and a flash of light, a man appeared from the darkness—clad in black, his face veiled, lean as an eagle and as rigid as a spear.

Even though Mo Yu knew the situation, seeing Lucian act so subserviently toward Qin Yang left his expression complex.

He knew that in a one-on-one fight, he was no match for Zhao Yun, who was a warrior of the same caliber as his foster father, Guan Yu.

Because I believe that once the power within him erupts, the time he can control it will be extremely brief.

Bai Yue, usually bold enough to tease Ji Lingsheng, blinked her large eyes, looking between Xue Yu and Liu Ruoxi. Unsure of how to speak or whom to address, she turned to Ji Lingsheng for help, but he was hidden behind a curtain.

Yun Feng and Qi Jingshan were red-eyed with anxiety, fearing Zhan Hongying’s virtue was lost—why hadn't they turned Huo Qianren into a eunuch instead?

"Very well, it is settled. I will speak with Li Hong, and we shall wait for an auspicious day for you to come and receive Qingqing." After exchanging pleasantries with Chen Hao and Bai Anzhi, Old Ghost vanished into a gust of ghostly wind.

The man watched this scene, feeling both amused and frustrated, but he stopped dwelling on it and focused on neutralizing the aura of destruction.

Yesterday, when Yun Feng and Qi Dongfeng went to the county seat, someone saw Qi Dongfeng not wearing his uniform, yet claiming to be an officer.

"Go quickly out the back gate and order General Zhang to reinforce the main camp. Do not fail!" Liu Bei commanded the soldier he had just pushed aside.

"Besides, the old have their reasons. Compared to them, we are still young." Having answered what he thought was a smooth response, Song Cheng blew on his tea and took a sip, the liquid making a slurping sound.

He gasped for the stagnant air, like a drowning man suddenly breaking the surface.

Today was the moment of testing. This army, known as the Divine Machine Battalion, was to enter the subspace through a magic circle, slay the Hydra within, and claim its territory.

Li Qianwu seemed thoroughly shaken; he panted for a long time before recovering, claiming that just a moment ago, he felt as if a heavy stone had been pressed upon him, making his limbs impossible to move.

Everyone watched, stunned and wide-eyed, as Xue Manlou flew overhead, screaming in agony.

Xu Wei had just called Xia Xing. She knew she couldn't leave; if she did, Xia Xing might not be able to find her.

"I wanted to invite the two of you to lunch, but Xi Xi refused," Fang Mutong said, implying something deeper.

Twenty guards clad in black-gold armor rushed out from behind the screen, each radiating a fierce aura.

Just as the fire was smoldering, the horse-shaped effigy in the flames suddenly sat up, giving the onlookers such a fright that many tumbled to the ground.

"There should be, but it’s too far to be certain. Now is not the time to discuss rescue; we must strengthen our own defenses!" Britney said solemnly.

Although the people here were not as powerful as immortals, they possessed great cohesion and obedience.

Facing this situation, the representatives of the eight noble families were at a loss. They had prepared for various contingencies before the negotiations, but they had never anticipated this, leaving them without clear instructions.