Chapter 43: Blood Everywhere

Stadfast City.

Aside from ordinary commoners, the most ubiquitous presence here was perhaps the members of the Gelaohui, which made it practically indistinguishable from the River-Sea Gang; every single street was controlled and overseen by a minor boss.

Leaving the doorway of the renowned wine shop and holding the name list in his hand, Su Ming headed straight for the nearest minor boss.

Seeing the giant tiger, the army of fiend-seeds grew considerably more frantic in their attacks, and numerous soldiers were torn apart and devoured by them.

Yet even if it were not made of stone, the white structure appearing through the telescope could hardly be called a tower in any sense.

Yang Jian felt no pain from crashing into the wall. Turning his head, he saw an old man with white hair and a white beard looking at him with a beaming smile.

Having seen off Lin Erya and Old Man Niu, Dou Bucheng collapsed onto a chair and let out a long breath, suddenly feeling an immense wave of pressure. Originally, he had only come for the sake of Zhao Ziling—intending, should all else fail, to bring her back to Yongxian City. Who could have imagined it would become entangled in so many complications?

The system displayed text: These thirteen chalcedony agate cups, specially crafted to hold Tianshan snow pear juice, are synthesized from the latest technological achievements newly developed by Professor NB. Their material is basically identical in composition to the marine chalcedony agate produced in Madagascar, with any inconsistencies being the parts recently improved by Professor NB.

Dou Bucheng narrowed his eyes and thought carefully. Could there be some immense secret hidden within the Hundred Herbs Valley? Not only had they established a restrictive barrier to prevent people from discovering the entrance, but they even barred attendants from entering. It was deeply suspicious.

The furnishings inside the room matched its exterior appearance: not only dilapidated, but looking extremely simple.

"Then come on, and let's see whether you kill me or I slaughter the lot of you!" Dou Bucheng remained utterly unconcerned as the six figures charged toward him. Channeling his spiritual sense into the Residual Light Sword, the blade instantly split into three, dispersing in all directions to strike directly at the surrounding ordinary disciples.

This energy, likely identical to the power of illusionary arts, had escaped from the magical world during the opening of the first rift. It had taken root on this island, attaching itself to a massive tree.

Beacon rubbed his aching eye sockets, his face filled with resentment, an expression shared by all the surrounding guards.

Whether it was the Fallen Immortal Valley, the White Bone Cavern, or the Sunset Valley, each exuded a sense of danger. Yet the Immortal Ascension Terrace offered boundless hope.

Monks across the entire great world—some stepping forth from their temples, others rising from meditation, and still others halting mid-journey in the streets—all raised their gaze toward the scorching sun overhead.

From the distant thorn forest came the angry screeches of the insect swarm, occasionally interspersed with the roaring thunder of giant beasts trampling the earth. Yet these black thorns, catalyzed by magic, were exceptionally troublesome. Trying to force a passage before the magical effects faded was by no means an easy task.

Eunuch Lin watched him the entire time until he stepped outside. Once out the door, he realized his back was already soaked with sweat.

Although the profession of a magician did not strike Arthur as anything particularly remarkable, since they had existed for this long, they naturally possessed a reason for their existence.

Right in the center of the sea of fire floated a massive silver vessel, somewhat larger even than the Red Spider Dreadnought. It was clearly yet another top-tier Zhenwu flying treasure.

Knowing he had finally persuaded Xiuchen Tianshen, Zhang Ruochen smiled and patted her shoulder, saying, "Don't complain after getting the better end of the deal. Just how great of an honor is becoming the patriarch of the Asura clan?"

Not long after, the previously restless spiritual Qi was thoroughly subdued by her, obediently obeying her commands. At this moment, Ling Xi's movements also gradually slowed down.

Aie was somewhat surprised. "Mom planted them?" She knew of that vineyard, but she had no idea those grapevine trees had been planted by her mother's own hands.

Su Meijiu let out a yawn from above, then gave a light leap, landing as lightly as a red flower petal before Su Yi.

However, it would have been better had he not smiled; under the circumstances, this smile was inevitably perceived by Xue Junge as a provocation.