Chapter 107: Troublesome Matters

Since these traps were laid by those before us, I will unearth them and allow future generations to live peacefully.

“Don’t worry, I will help you find the key to this matter. Until then, both of you must carry peachwood swords. If you see anything you shouldn’t, just strike it down with your sword. If that fails, spit on them—spit fiercely. These malevolent spirits are afraid and won’t dare to approach you lightly.”

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At this moment, all the clans and sects under the Ancient Court fell silent, their eyes fixed on Yan Thirteen. In the past, during the Alchemy Stage, the medicinal herbs and spirit materials collected by these factions were always overseen by the kings of their respective territories.

With so many fierce spirits, once surrounded, it would be easy to fall into a deadly trap. If they could not break through, they would be devoured.

Han Dongsheng pulled out a cigarette and handed it to Shen Fan. As the faint flame flickered, it illuminated the eyes of these two kindred spirits, who gazed at each other intently, a smile slowly forming.

With a “swish,” an arrow engulfed in flames shot into the pirate camp, setting a tent ablaze with a whoosh.

Luo Qiang ate silently, silently cursing under his breath. With so many delicious dishes left untouched, only talking—letting the food grow cold—was such a waste!

“No, there’s no way we’ll find her tonight. Let’s think of another plan tomorrow during the day,” Big Mouth Rong sighed.

“It is the spring of life water that saved you. Your case is different from hers. You have merely lost vitality, which can be replenished. But she is different—her heart is shattered beyond repair. Unless she grows a new heart, there is no cure,” the Elf King said calmly.

“It’s too late. You’re staying in the hospital morgue tonight!” Song Zhaoqi’s sinister voice came from behind, causing his comrades’ hearts to skip a beat.

As for Lu Zhan, he was neither hated nor warmly embraced—because he was so guarded, covered in metaphorical thorns that kept others at bay.

After spending a night in Rong City, Xiao Yitian took the early train back to Yangping the next morning. Although his clone could exist independently for a long time, it was unwise for both to appear in different places simultaneously. If only close friends knew, it would be fine; but if someone with ill intent noticed, it could cause trouble.

The meetings between the Army and Air Force had become chaotic. The mission assigned by headquarters fell on Meng Zhennan’s shoulders. Typically, such tasks were primarily led by the Army. Without Air Force support, Meng felt the burden heavily.

Five or six soldiers squatted on the ground, feasting. When Bailiu suddenly appeared, they froze in place, motionless.

A young cultivator like Lin Feng, traveling alone, naturally attracted attention.

Moreover, those demonic artifacts, demonic flowers and herbs, and bones of demonic beasts—neither Su Wang nor even Jie Ling’er valued them. Even if those demonic treasures were reforged and transformed into demonic or spiritual artifacts, their power would be limited, merely wasting energy.

For all these reasons, Commander Duo Duo utterly disbelieved that such a force could become so aggressive—so much so that it felt like being cornered on a tight ship.

“Someone has forged a divine weapon, its killing aura overflowing and tearing through the void. It must be an ancient divine weapon.”

After learning through the soul network report that Helena’s shells had all fallen into the sea near their own allied fleet, the second sister burst out laughing uncontrollably.

What enraged and puzzled Fan Xian was that, shortly after parting ways with the Blood Mortar Demon, he vanished without a trace by means unknown. Ba Yuan had also lost all track of the Blood Mortar Demon.

Ba Xi Yi’s True One Demon Fire is drawn from the Abyss of Demon Fire, forged through countless rituals and refinements from the essence of myriad flames. Its power is said to defy heaven. Later, it fused with a bit of Su Wang’s Thief-Devouring Phantom Flame, multiplying its might. Its fiery force is so great that even the wild Yellow Demon Emperor dares not let it approach.