Volume 1, Chapter 46: Accountability

"Miss! Something terrible has happened!"

Early in the morning inside Ronyin Pavilion, Meixiang, the most well-informed maid in the estate, rushed into Shen Rong's bedchamber.

Shen Rong continued reading the letter in her hands without even lifting her head. "What terrible thing could have happened?"

Meixiang panted heavily. "I heard the eldest young master has been stripped of his official post!"

Mid-speech, the Blood-Red Corpse King leaped into the air, bringing a giant axe crashing down directly toward Liang Hong.

Both the white fox and I will become servants of my master, and the white fox will perish alongside the death of my master.

They established a camp there. Under normal circumstances, had Tang Feng not spread the rumors, no living creature would ever approach or provoke it.

I told Tantai Li that the low-tier bone-carving flora technique required specific aspects of foundational tattooing arts to be flawlessly displayed in a precise, special arrangement across a bone of limited length.

Jiao Yuzhen pondered for a moment. Returning at this hour would be far too exhausting; a one-hour carriage ride, at her walking pace, would surely take two or even three hours.

When Dan spoke of various races without any hostility in his tone, it naturally referred to the races Tang Feng could transform into.

Mu Wan Hua wore a nervous expression, watching as Ma Jiang approached, determined to deny everything to the death.

In the Blood Mosquito Valley, Tang Feng still practiced his cultivation. Now, as long as he remained focused, he could move among a thousand blood mosquitoes without suffering a single scratch, while the heavy, edge-less sword was wielded by his hands as smoothly as flowing water.

Yet Chen易 (Chen Yi) showed not the slightest trace of fear. Unmoved by sorrow or joy, with a mere flick of his divine will, the empty air seemed to spawn a massive pouch that scooped up and captured every single one of the mother-and-child needles without missing a single half-inch.

Upon returning to Tokyo, Japan, as soon as dusk fell, I would erect a barrier of protective energy, unconcerned that those skeletal remnants might pierce through my physical constitution.

Following closely and respectfully behind the Yimu-Barekekel divine beast was a colossal barbarian standing over two and a half meters tall.

However, Lord Guan Sheng was an imperial official, and securing his services was no easy task. Qingfeng Mountain was currently under surveillance, making even a descent down the mountain difficult.

Nie Rong's strike was impeccably neat and efficient, but to Abyssal Beasts capable of communicating instantly via telepathy, a tenth of a second was enough time to accomplish a great deal—at the very least, transmitting Nie Rong's information to the minds of other Abyssal Beasts.

Today happened to be the day Lin Chong led his troops out on patrol. Five hundred light cavalrymen, armed with long spears and sabers hanging at their waists, patrolled with high spirits and alertness.

Prompted by his words, it seemed this possibility could not be completely dismissed. After all, if that were not the case, why would they go to such exhausting lengths to collect these items?

Initially, he only held the attitude of casually skimming through the contents. However, as the materials changed, especially with the appearance of certain names, Qi Tianxiang held his breath, reading carefully page by page, entirely forgetting about the tea Hong Hu had brought, and even forgetting his existence.

Qing Feng was utterly speechless. How was his strength considered weak? Right at the start of the fight, he had been covered all over in scratches.

Just as Nie Rong's Guangmeng Giant Beast avatar and Boyue Vine avatar spent half a month traveling from the primordial universe to the Liuhe Mountains, and another ten days journeying from the depths of the Liuhe Mountains to the perilous profound ice lake and snowy realm within the inner territory...

Only a Limit True God whose comprehension of the laws had reached the ninth-tier pinnacle, equipped with supreme attacking treasures, and having mastered the ultimate divine power burning secret technique could surpass them.

Only then did everyone realize that the toxins from the wounds inflicted on Fat Man Cui by that cat had seeped into his system. If Zhou Yuefeng had not discovered it in time to halt the spread of the poison and force out the venomous blood, Fat Man Cui probably would have already met the King of Hell by now.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuhang was instantly defeated. Damn it, wasn't this price simply too low?

The soldiers ignited several haystacks, casting a faint floral fragrance amid the firelight. The scent resembled jasmine mingled with sandalwood, lingering hauntingly in the soul. At that moment, Li Cunxiao and Xue Atan, who were standing closer to Zhou Chen, gradually found themselves unable to hold on. Swaying unsteadily for a few moments, they collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness.