Volume 1, Chapter 40: Entrapment

Following this, the Master of Fate strictly ordered everyone to remain vigilant. If an enemy was detected, they were not to act rashly but must notify the others to avoid being picked off one by one. The Heavenly Palace could no longer afford any further losses.

Recalling the Ten Generals of Kang speaking of how the Mad Blade could slay an opponent stronger than himself with a single strike, Xu Zhe could grasp that sense of heroism. Without needing combat skills, a single swing would split the enemy in two.

"Fellow Daoist Qing has already conveyed your intentions to us. We can agree, but once this treasure is retrieved, how shall it be divided?" The Myriad Demon Emperor laughed heartily before speaking in a calm tone.

With a flick of Liu Hao’s finger, a point of light tore the object into four pieces, rendering it beyond repair.

"Lucifer has arrived. Asna, Wendell, do not show yourselves yet. Appear only at the most critical moment," said Asmodeus, the God of Lust.

"Young man, excessive arrogance is not a good thing. Jiangnan City is not a rural village, and life here is not about street brawls—that is what the unrefined peasants do!" spoke a man of about fifty. He was the father of Young Master Li and the president of Qiushi Group.

"Heh, you? You still dare to step onto the stage? Jump down yourself, lest you suffer more than necessary." Upon seeing Lin Feng, Planck sneered with his bearded mouth wide open.

Liang Dong knew the most critical moment had arrived; success or failure rested on this single attempt. If he succeeded, he would smoothly enter the Golden Core stage and become an existence of the upper echelon.

With his eyes tightly shut, Xu Zhe felt as if he had fallen into an infinite darkness. His limbs flailed endlessly in the void, and moving them felt incredibly strenuous—a sensation even more harrowing than the special training he had once endured in the swamp.

"It’s nothing, just very annoyed. Why is it that when others advance from Ten-Winged Archangel to Twelve-Winged Seraph, they pass the lightning tribulation with ease, yet when it’s my turn, I get such a perverted tribulation?" Wang Biao wore an expression of intense irritation.

Even though Ao Zhan had not yet fully restored his demonic body, his dark arts were unfathomable. With a single palm strike, he did not injure Liu Ningyou and her two companions, but he forced them to retreat step by step.

Yun Wanrong did not truly rest. After all, the Kunhe Palace was tangled in a web of sordid affairs. First, she had to discipline Hong Qiang for hiding red letter-stones, and then she had to deal with the peach-wood charms left behind by the Left woman in the cold palace.

"Wan’er, the crosses on this map mark the places where Jie’er has appeared. The reason White Shadow crossed them out is that someone has wiped away the traces in these locations. I suspect Jie’er has been abducted!" Imperial Concubine Ying pondered for a long time before voicing her suspicions.

These two maidservants were commoners, so they were naturally displeased to see Mu Jinjiao, who was disheveled, still acting with such arrogance.

Hearing their words, Tian Yue’s slightly smiling mouth stiffened for a moment before returning to normal. Although their words might have been a joke, it served as a warning to him. Even ordinary people could see that Tian Yue was observing the carriage; how much more so for those who were cultivators?

As for the other man, although he was clearly somewhat abnormal, he did not even spare them a glance. What sort of situation was this?

Jun Youliang, following at the very end, looked at the backs of Su Kairui and Feng Caitian as they hurried away, feeling a sense of regret.

He was afraid that the poison would flare up and cause her to die in agony, so he brought her fire lotus seeds overnight. Yet, she was lingering in the hot springs with Ouyang Shao Chen, cuddling in an intimate embrace. It was truly abominable.

To assist Liu Ningyou in annihilating the demon Ao Zhan, Sect Leader Yan Gong had also granted her the authority to handle all matters within the sect.

Tian Yue walked in the lead, with the others following him to the upper floor. At this moment, Qiu Long had already reached the top of the stairs.

The God of War stood with his back to her. Raising his hands to channel his energy, he forcibly suppressed the rampaging true qi within his body. Exhausted, his face aged at a speed visible to the naked eye. He looked up; those clear eyes were already hopelessly clouded.

"Actually, September 1st is just a date; it doesn’t represent anything." He looked at her with a smile. Of course, he would not tell her that after they parted, he had specifically planted a grapevine, and it was in September of the following year that he personally carved "9-1" into it.

Alma’s lips twitched. In the darkness after sunset, the Moon-Flower Tree began to bloom with a silvery radiance. The brilliant silver seemed to melt into his pupils, making his eyes exceptionally cold.

Alchemy was also a very lonely and quiet process. In fact, apart from alchemists themselves, ordinary people would find the process of watching them refine medicine quite boring.

If Baili Hongzhuang and Pei Yifan were of the same rank, not only would it be difficult to command respect as a leader, but it would also cause the entire team to be mocked when seen by others.

Gu Fengyan, who had been quite dissatisfied, nodded after hearing Shangguan Yufeng’s words.

Seeing Zongzheng Xuan collapse, Noble Consort De panicked for a moment. She hurriedly straightened her clothes, snatched the imperial edict from Zongzheng Xuan’s hands, and then propped him back onto the dragon bed all by herself.

He looked up at Qiu Feng and found that he was listening to this long-winded speech with rapt attention, his expression solemn, nodding from time to time to show his agreement. In his heart, Jiang An couldn't help but praise Qiu Feng for his loyalty. He was a true friend, not forgetting to share even when he encountered a beauty.

Seeing this, Qin Nan let out a cold snort. His body instantly shot forward like an arrow, catching up to the two in the blink of an eye. They were nearly paralyzed with fear.

Before Qin Nan could speak, others had already issued harsh threats. The God Emperor of Impermanence watched from the sidelines, gloating and ready to reap the benefits as the third party.

"At the end of reincarnation, haven't you come here today too?" She looked at me with piercing eyes.

"Thump!" Evelyn clutched the Saint Bertin Dragon-Slaying Spear embedded with the Tears of Jesus, while Axin held onto Evelyn. Without any mental preparation, they landed squarely on the floor on their backsides. The intense impact on his buttocks caused Axin’s nose to go crooked.

Ding Lin explained while helplessly watching Quan Shengnan wander around a pile of raw jade stones that had little chance of being profitable.

It was breakfast time, and both families, filled with children and grandchildren, sat around the tables chatting and laughing. There was congee, steamed buns, pickled vegetables, eggs, soy milk, and deep-fried dough sticks. Although it was not a feast of exotic delicacies, it was very rich relative to their living conditions.