Volume One, Chapter 90: Don’t Go Courting Death

“Come on, let’s take you to meet your newly appointed father and ask him what else needs to be gathered,” Nangong Xiao cheerfully put his arm around Bishu’s shoulder as they went to find Master Mo, taking the opportunity to inform his father-in-law that his mother-in-law had just adopted a godson.

“You… you owe me my child!” The moment Qin Susu entered, Xu Xian’er rushed at her, crying hysterically.

Boruo Temple had always been strict about accepting visiting elders, but with the Immortal and Demon Convention approaching, the conditions had relaxed. As long as one was not a spy from the demon sect and possessed extraordinary strength, they were eligible to become a visiting elder at Boruo Temple.

After another hour or so of sparring with Situ Rui on the mountain, Shen Yunyou finally returned to her lodgings. Seeing Situ Rui sitting in the courtyard, expertly preparing what he called roast chicken, Shen Yunyou couldn’t help but wonder whether his cooking was actually edible.

“Madam…” After some time, one of the maids nearby suddenly stepped forward, speaking hesitantly and uncertainly.

Yet regardless of what Qin Susu said, the guards exchanged glances, then proceeded to lift the sedan door.

“Alright, we’ll do as you say!” The three Du brothers had no objections; they simply reminded themselves to listen to Xu Hong and be proper enforcers.

“In that case, why did you need to escape?” Xu Hong’s deep, penetrating gaze seemed to see through the soul as he smiled at the Holy Emperor of East Gate.

Seeing the fierce blade energy released by the Gall Pirate, Shen Feng and the warrior Lina dared not be careless and each defended themselves with the “Infernal Demon Blade” and the “Starry Sky Chains.”

“It’s been a tiring day’s journey. Let’s stop and rest for now!” Bai Moxuan saw distant lights ahead, knowing there was someone living there. He turned and spoke to those inside the carriage.

Master Lu had no idea. In truth, the old marquis was forced to act as he did for reasons beyond his control.

The first to appear was a death-robed cultivator, who snorted coldly. His aura was fierce, like a lurking adult flood dragon, his blood energy so dominant it rivaled the Ape King.

Though the ground beneath the trees was earth, every step seemed to echo with the sound of breaking bones.

“Nonsense! I’ve been on missions these past two days. For three consecutive days, I only ate three packs of instant noodles. If you think you can do better, try it yourself…” Ma Sisi said, rising and leaving.

It became a phantom, as if its presence had been mere illusion. Only the bullet shells and the fading scent of gunpowder on the ground attested to their actual existence.

Pipiru held a cigarette in his mouth, his left foot on the sofa, his right on the bar table. Even the ashtray on the table was knocked over by his step. In his hand was an odd iron object labeled “Nothing to see here.” His facial muscles twisted as he spoke, as if the whole world owed him money.

“Wash up. There’s no water outage here; although there isn’t enough fuel for hot water at all times, a cold bath is possible.” Shen Hao smiled, fetched a large plastic basin from outside the tent, then exited, closed the curtain, and sat on a folding stool, pulling out a cigarette.

“I know them too?” Director Qin, hearing this, mentally hit the brakes and paused.

He and Yuanxi had drunk together and slept together, but when sober, remained good friends.

He raised his right hand high, clutching a bomb that resembled a pumpkin lantern, threatening to throw it down.

“Murder?” The Marquis of Zhen Nan paused, glanced at the main gate, then lowered his eyes to the anxious Princess Anning.

A bit embarrassed, Adrian turned away and continued directing the griffin knights to besiege the demi-god devil. Prince Robin also drew his bow, aiming at the demon and shooting.

At this moment, taking the upper hand, Angel pressed her advantage, gave Mo Feng a strange smile, shook the right ankle Ferguson had painfully grabbed, took a running start, and leaped again, using her momentum to kick Ferguson’s chest and right shoulder.

Aimon gave a vicious grin and suddenly punched, blasting a terrifying ball of black energy that shattered the void, heading straight for Ye Yuan.

Zhao Qing seemed to grasp the key, nodded, and said, “They say outside Ten Thousand Ditch City, there are countless terrifying ravines.”

The crucial issue was that the Blood Soul power of Ye Hua’er’s hundredth Mysterious Grass was too strong. If things went wrong, Ye Jun Tian himself might be seduced first. Thus, after careful consideration, Ye Jun Tian decided to use the pollen technique of ‘Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens’ to suppress and attempt to refine it.

“About the assassins you encountered in Ghost Valley.” Bai Tianqi dropped a bombshell.

Shi Chen’s back became hunched as he stubbed out his cigarette, but when he sat upright again, he was no longer as erect as before.

“Like your own maid. Of course, she must serve Fifth Master to his satisfaction.” When Cao Wanru said this, her face was as red as a ripe strawberry. Moreover, Ye Jun Tian noticed her legs seemed to be trembling with fright.

Ye Lan thought it over. Once he arrived, whether to embrace or not would no longer be his choice.

Li Bu Zhuo called Yao Zhongyu to inspect the village surroundings. As his only business, though the winery was still small, it was the foundation of his income, so he had to develop it diligently alongside his cultivation.

Di Hongkun understood what Shen Jian meant. Karl and Space originally intended to merge Zhe and Shen Jian’s consciousness, forming an incomparably powerful will. But since there was a problem with Zhe, everything now had to be borne by Shen Jian alone.

At such times, Wang Dong felt he had to stay calm, not let Du Mingwei crush him. He needed to find out how Du Mingwei managed to secure this big client.

A monster identical to the token crouched behind the throne, its scales distinct, and its slightly open bloody mouth sent a long tongue stabbing skyward, immediately attracting wisps of blood mist to form a canopy-shaped red cloud above the throne.

Yu Qiangzhai looked at the narrow, damp basement behind Li Shaohui with a complicated expression, silent and pensive.

Those usually cold eyes were no longer icy; instead, they were filled with blatant wickedness, wherever their gaze fell, evil radiated.