Volume One, Chapter 27: Might as Well Just Bash Him to Death

Su Ningxia spoke in a low voice, “If you truly wished to repay me, there are a multitude of ways you could have chosen. Yet you insist on this one—how disgraceful!”
“You even handed over the job that was originally mine to Su Tingxue. I can see that all you care about is Su Tingxue!”
It was laughable—what had brought them together had in the end become the very reason for their separation.
The bell given by the Fire Qilin could only suppress things for so long. Once its effect wore off, her cultivation would rapidly ascend, and when the divine breakthrough occurred, she would leave.
It was said that the emperor suffered an assassination attempt today. Upon investigation, it was found that the group of criminals had been hiding all along in the Jade Tower. Even the owner of the Jade Tower was taken away, and on that very day, the entire building was razed to the ground, leaving the former scenic beauty of the capital utterly destroyed.
Tan Yin knew that no one abducted and taken to the Qiongzong stronghold could truly keep themselves safe, let alone with Yu Jin, who from the very beginning had never intended to spare anyone.
With a flick of the finger, the dagger spun once in the air before she caught it steadily, then strode toward Wang Yuming.
Consort Ning returned the Dreamweave Brocade to her, also handing over the management of the Wardrobe Bureau, and even instructed her to make clothes for the empress in the Cold Palace from that very same brocade.
In the early morning, a gentle breeze swept across the Sand River. The water there was thick with silt and brown, yet it was the mother river of Tuling Township, nourishing more than eighty thousand residents who had always drunk from its waters.
Without further hesitation, Yan Chixia pressed his fingertips together, gathering sword energy as he slowly approached Manjusaka. With the lesson of Danyangzi as a warning, he planned to unleash his most powerful move right from the start.
The Six-Pearl Venerable was a grand cultivator at the Severing Mortal Realm and not someone easily surveilled. One could only probe indirectly, inferring certain things from Yu Lian’s words and actions.
After that, the various divisions of the Divine Feather clans began receiving their assignments—arranging the coronation ceremony, tallying expenses, and preparing invitations for the factions they wished to summon, among other tasks.
Strangely enough, the two terrifying beings showed no surprise when Ji Tian and the others entered the World of Dominion. After a moment’s thought, Ji Tian understood: with the might of the Demon Ancestor Rahu and Vairocana Buddha, the world membrane of the World of Dominion could never bar their way.
It was rumored that Liu Yunlong had booked a room at the Shangrila Hotel, and Wu Xingyao had quietly slipped away from the gathering early on. As for the reasons, everyone understood without needing to speak of them.
“Oh, my goodness…” Seeing the fierce dog standing as tall as a man, Zhou Dagui shrank back in terror. Earlier, he had been chased by this very beast, tumbling head over heels as he ran.
At that moment, Tianyou’s eyes snapped open, golden light flashing within. With a swift change of hand seals, a series of crackling bone explosions echoed out, and with each resounding burst, waves of golden light rippled through the air.
The townsfolk were instantly thrown into panic. Even those with the most meager cultivation recognized that the Snow Clan had activated their formation.
“What about the Immortal-Locking Elder?” Lin Wan Feng frowned as she asked, realizing that Long Ye was not joking. Could it be that Long Ye had a solution and needed only a token from Di Zhexiu’s array?
The divine turtle’s enormous eyes widened as it saw the Devourer Toad fly by. With a single inhale, a tremendous suction force drew the toad inexorably closer, and it seemed it would soon be swallowed whole.
The gravely wounded middle-aged man, after taking elixirs, gradually awoke in a daze. Seeing the black-robed figure before him, he prepared to pay his respects, only to be stopped by a wave of the other’s hand.
Four ghostly shadows shot back into the Soul Urn with a whoosh. Only then did I follow Ye Ning’s father up the hillside outside the barracks. From the crest, I gazed down to see an enormous valley below. Through the blood mask, I could see wisps of ghostly energy drifting everywhere within the valley.