Volume One, Chapter 67: The Quarantine Zone

However, when the astral wind swayed toward Xi Shi, it left not even the slightest mark; his body didn’t move an inch. This was a physique honed in the wild jungle, the body of a true beast.

“Sister-in-law, please rest assured, this medicine will only delay the baby’s birth a little. It won’t harm the child,” Shui’er replied.

Along the way, the pitch-black night, in which one could not see a hand before one’s face, seemed to infect Murong Feng’s heart, turning it into a mass of darkness.

Yet Er Gouzi paid me no heed; he only scratched his head, looking about at his feet as if searching for something.

“Uncle Xi, what rumors? And what’s going on with the Mother Worm?” The group, who had long been impatient to ask, spoke in unison as soon as Xi Lixi opened his mouth.

The corpse seemed to emit a low growl in response, then let out a strange, hoarse laugh. Crooking its neck, it lunged at the long sword, drool trickling from its mouth, its blood-red eyes fixed tightly on the deathly pale Lin Zhengping.

Hearing the voice once again, now laced with a chilling coldness, Xia Mingxin’s expression grew even more resolute as she spoke each word with firm determination.

Upon seeing the eight beast heads spewing out their strange spiritual flames, Yun Yu’s heart was shaken beyond measure.

“All right, all right, let’s begin!” Wang Jue struck a pose, waving his hand as he declared.

It turned out that Hong Zixuan was the first to bring reinforcements. Seeing Su Yixiang collapsed on the ground, he hurried over and unleashed a spell towards Zhu Zhiming and Lin Youmin.

Having said this, Lan Ningyi committed an even more ruthless act. At the same time, he swept his wide sleeves. But just then, a stream of silver-white spiritual power instantly burrowed into Xu Bufan’s body.

Shi Zhuo had no time to change his move; with a crisp snap, his iron whip broke. Mu Yuan’s punch struck his chest, sending him spitting blood and crashing down onto the arena.

Yet at that moment, dust began to rise from within the pockmarked elder’s body, growing ever thicker. In the blink of an eye, his entire broken form dissolved into a cloud of dust, drifting slowly apart.

The nine main materials for forging the Nine Fiends Sword are also distinct: metal, wood, water, earth, fire, life, death, yin, and yang. Looking at the Celestial Spirit Stone and the Ling Jade Pine, Xu Bufan’s heart pounded wildly.

They were endlessly curious about Zhu Changkong’s identity, but since Mo Heng refused to speak, they had no way to find out.

Suddenly, Emperor Xiao’s agonized scream rang out. At the same time, flames erupted from all ten of his fingers, then from his toes. The fire spread, engulfing his entire body.

Of course, if he gave Fairy Wang Yun the imperial suite and took the king’s suite for himself, Xu Bufan would be overwhelmed by the expenses. So, after paying the spirit stones, he received six room tokens.

Back when Liu Bei split his forces, he had over fifteen thousand soldiers; after losses, only over eight thousand remained. The ten thousand sent to Yicheng County, after continuous battles, were reduced to just over six thousand.

“This only requires investigating who handled the matter back then,” He Qingwei said indifferently.

Pei Zhitong only knew that Zhao Zhuohong was an only child, unaware of when a nephew had appeared.

Zheng Zhenzhu was fiercely resistant and did not want to talk with Yu Tao, but reality left her no choice—Yu Tao was the team leader, and she could only obey his command.

Looking at the captive beside him, Ye Fan could barely restrain his desire to devour the man immediately. Consuming him would not only heal his injuries instantly but also greatly increase his cultivation—a tempting prospect indeed.

“Don’t be nervous, Qingwei. Uncle An, please explain slowly,” Lady Ning thought He Qingwei was simply frightened.

“No need.” With that, Crown Prince Yan Chaoyang vanished from the courtyard, leaving only dust and the unfinished chess game.

Hearing her cheering behind him, Yun Huan found the noise unbearable, quickly covering his ears and fleeing in haste.

However, his own level of understanding happened to be precisely what prodigies like Jiang Yu, Murong Yue, and Juliet lacked, and so his guidance was especially valuable to them.

“You’re here, Brother Ye Chen!” A sweet, gentle voice came from behind. Ye Fan responded weakly.

Looking down at his own comical pose—crouched, half-kneeling on one rabbit, with both hands pressing another.

One had to admit, Zhou Siqi had a keen eye for people. Wen Tian quickly caught her meaning and sought her thoughts and plans.

She also picked some wild mountain greens and pinched a handful of vegetables from the space. Thus, she had two vegetarian dishes for the evening.

Grandpa Meng saw it too—he never expected such a large watermelon could grow among the grass outside the backyard wall.

Though not yet refined, his vitality was in no way inferior to when he bluffed Qin Huaidao and Cheng Chuliang.

Aunt Zhou’s excellent harvest, of course, was due to the superior quality of her family’s rice, earning her this honor.

“Aunt, aunt, I’m talking to you!” Yuan Hao clung to Ming Wuyou’s arm, chattering away.

In the Xuan Yuan military camp, Murong Qingran hesitated endlessly in her mind, but in the end, she decided to tell Beiming Hanxuan about her divine artifact.

Lin Yan still hadn’t figured out what a sequel or high-definition remaster was. Since she’d encountered the police, she naturally asked about the princess.

“I understand, Captain.” The greatsword player nodded at the captain, and before leaving, cast a grateful glance at the liaison officer.

Unfortunately, with Wang Deyong’s cunning, he’d surely anticipated any leaks and made preparations. As a result, the impact would be limited—if it really came to light, it wouldn’t matter much. For the Wang family, what was there truly to lose?

Even Ji Wuming and Qin Xue wore surprised expressions, looking at the two in the arena with astonishment.

“Deadwood, is it? Let’s go find it.” With that, Ruff led his team out from behind the rocks to search for deadwood.

What made Ezzo II all the more wary was the rumor that this man’s biological father was none other than William, the mightiest Norman king of the age. Though the man himself knew nothing, the fact remained. Should things turn sour, William’s involvement could be drawn in, endangering the cause of Italian independence.