Volume One, Chapter 51: To Die Beneath the Peony—A Ghost Still Graceful

The black blade instantly slashed through the shadow among the swirling leaves, with dark threads of ink twisting and vanishing along its edge.

After finishing his words, Feng Tianxing hurried into the Prefecture Lord’s Mansion of Fengtian City alongside Tang Xin, Feng Tianyu, and Jin Ge.

The spirit beast glanced at Tu Bo, then proudly placed Yun Yi on its back and headed toward the last few prison cells. Taking a deep breath, it emptied several rooms that housed the newest ghosts, including the souls of the honest man and the regional manager, all consumed into the beast’s belly.

Qing He sighed softly, already having lived for millions of years in this world, fully aware of just how formidable Tang Xin was.

Woodspirit flowers grew in the lower terrain, accompanied by spirit-eating grass. The latter was much taller, bending over the woodspirit flowers like an umbrella to protect them. The spirit-eating grass emitted a pungent odor that deterred mutated herbivorous beasts from grazing there.

Ye Bai knew Zhang Jian was referring to them—reckless and unaware of their limits—and warned others not to gamble with their lives.

A first-grade half-demon deity, and five of them at that. Even with Tang Xin’s current strength, dealing with a single Chiming demon beast required his full effort; killing one would be nearly impossible. Yet there were five in the valley, and except for the nine-headed dragon python, Tang Xin was by far the strongest present.

“Talking to me? Ha, Ling Tian, surely you’re joking, or is this just a stalling tactic, waiting for reinforcements?” Fang Se stared at Ling Tian with a hateful gaze, as if ready to strike at the slightest sign of weakness.

At the auditorium, seeing Bai Wan’er, Li Feng was captivated by her astonishing presence. He had planned to curry favor with her while exploring the space, but her sudden actions dissipated his thoughts, redirecting his intentions toward Wang Jiao instead.

With a leap, Tang Xin crossed the lake before him in an instant and arrived at the Wind and Wave Pavilion, stretching out his arms to embrace all the younger generation gathered there.

Those trapped within the slaughter domain, unless they could endure all thirty thousand strikes of the Malevolent Slash, would remain confined within the crimson barrier.

After walking a great distance, not a sound came from behind. Had it not been for the shadows of a man and a cat visible, Ming Zhao would have thought he was alone.

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“I’m not sure about that; I’m just a bodyguard,” Bobby replied cautiously, leaving the matter for Lin Zhaohui to handle.

Guo Haoran frowned deeply, not expecting Guo Yuer to appear suddenly and provide Shao Yan the chance to escape.

“Get down, get down!” The sudden appearance of a waiter made the undercover agent nervous, as the waiter conveniently blocked her line of fire.

His evasion speed was nearly perfect, almost like instantaneous movement, sensing the murderous intent in the eyes from the moment he entered the space.

Soon, Li Qiang arrived at the first village inhabited by humans, seeing countless Tibetan villagers prostrating themselves on the ground, begging for divine forgiveness.

He only managed a bitter smile, realizing that before so many matters, perhaps things were just the way they were—who could say for certain? He was overwhelmed with helplessness.

Bypassing Jiang Duli, suddenly a shadow flashed as Jiang Duli struck her chest with a palm. Feng Xi’s body uncontrollably fell backward, feeling something soft cushioning her fall—that was Ah Li.

“Mr. Xu, you can rest assured. You are a key client; your funds are checked daily by dedicated personnel. Should anything irregular arise, it will be immediately dealt with,” Dong Qianjin said with a smile.

The other party stubbornly refused to accept Lin Fan and the others’ invitation, instead stepping forward abruptly.

Nearby spectators shielded their eyes, unable to open them amid the swirling sand and flying stones.

“No problem, I’m free today,” Xu Ping’an smiled, and Allen chuckled, sipping his coffee.

By now, the medicinal ingredients had been properly proportioned; forming the elixir embryo simply required fusion.

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At this moment, Chen Ming seemed to realize why Wu Jiang’s corpse had disappeared. Freshly deceased, Wu Jiang’s body must still have other uses for the ghost immortal.

Upon arriving at Mount Emei, Sun Wukong had reverted to his true form and was now sparring with Chen Xiang.

Though Zhou Fan spoke as if unaffected by being expelled from the sect, recalling it now still left a bitter taste in his heart.

“What can you do? The market we’re responsible for won’t give you any concessions. They are the loyal faction. Li Zong resigned gracefully, but those of us hired by him are having a hard time,” Xu Ping’an slowly remarked.

After just two cups of tea, the door was knocked: “Come in,” Xu Ping’an said. Liu Changjiang entered.

Undoubtedly, recruitment’s first priority was to have channels and advertising, and he was frankly inexperienced and clueless in this area.

Zhan Beiting wanted exactly this effect. The manager of the Moyan Hotel rarely appeared on the streets. If not for Zhan Beiting using himself as bait today, he might never have met Zhong Yanyan.

After a phone call and with Guan Yu’s intense preparations, Jiang Ke first took the earliest flight to the northwest border of Huaguo, then boarded a train, wasting almost no time—making the most of the dwindling safe window to rest and recuperate.