Chapter 29

Yang Ji cast a glance and sneered inwardly. The insolent speaker was none other than one of the two experts at the Blood Furnace Realm sent by the Shi family, acting under Shi Qing’s orders.

Moreover, they were members of the Overlord Society! By controlling them, Lin Qi could drive a deep wedge into the heart of the organization. Who knew how useful these "insiders" might prove to be? If Lin Qi could gain control over the Overlord Society, he would truly have reason to laugh until his jaws ached.

Yet, it was clear that while Anubis could force everyone in the City of Blazing Fire to kneel, he could not make the Spartan warriors do so—he could not even force them to avert their gaze.

"Follow me. From today on, I will teach you the foundational doctrines of Soul Engraving," Thomas said with a nod.

There was no need to conceal it; the Sword Palace possessed countless legacies, and Palace Master Muhua himself was a peerless Dao Lord, comparable to the Eternal Emperor.

The moment Orixia turned her head, Bi Xiu froze. Looking at those eyes and that expression, Bi Xiu knew the seal had been broken.

Thus, although Jiang Zhendong had produced the true Essence of Sun and Moon and obtained the patent, he was unable to mass-produce it. His claim that he would donate the patent to the state was, in reality, a blow to the Jiang family’s presidential campaign.

A thousand years ago, the Yin family did not exist in Weibei Prefecture. The Yin family currently there had been founded by a genius of another Yin clan who, in a fit of rage over a certain incident, broke away from his house, taking his parents and over thirty siblings with him to establish a new foundation in Weibei.

Consequently, during this process, the third level of Zhou Yan’s Seven Principles of Immortality naturally ascended to the fifth level.

Undoubtedly, this was another heaven-defying treasure. Its only flaw was that it could be used only once; if it were opened or damaged during the subjugation process, the item would be rendered useless, with no possibility of repair.

The rain grew heavier, drumming a chaotic rhythm against the glazed tiles, yet the inner hall remained deathly still, as if holding its breath. One could only watch as the dragon saliva incense burning in the celadon lotus censer curled into a thin line, lingering between Emperor Xuan and Shaoyu, deepening the quiet, wordless tension.

A gust of wind, laden with thick moisture, blew in from the distant sea, causing his white robes to flutter violently. Against the backdrop of dark clouds, he stood alone and distinct, much like the nature of his life in this world.

"Yiyi, we haven't seen each other for so long, and you haven't missed me at all!" Long Yaoxuan’s tone carried an unexpected hint of grievance as he spoke.

Finally, one day, as Cheng Ran was recording Xia Anli’s dietary restrictions and cravings during her pregnancy in a memo, she could no longer hold back.

With only one hand free, he tried to wave for help, but the other party ignored him completely, as if the blows weren't even landing on him. Gongshu Boyuan didn't put her down even after hearing Li Yingxue’s curses; he was bewildered himself.

"Uncle Guo, that’s all for today’s lesson. I have to catch a ride back! If it gets too late, there won't be any transport left."

Ruan Yi looked at Qi Muxue with a touch of embarrassment, shook Chi Chi’s arm, and called out to him.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes and vanished. As one who had been summoned, Uthered did not hold his summoner in high regard.

Li Yingxue slept until lunch before waking up. As soon as she opened her eyes, Chai Puze and Taohua hugged her, weeping and laughing. After eating, the group began to wander about.

Shouts of battle, screams of agony, wailing, and curses filled the air. This was human warfare; this was human lamentation; and this, too, was human struggle.

Yet no one blamed them. Life is lived but once, and in the face of death, no one can remain composed—especially those who have lived in an era of peace.

Back then, someone had praised him, saying that a killer sensitive to time would achieve greatness far beyond this.

People in the marketplace were trading items—simple things, mostly daily necessities and weapons.

At the same time, the priests, who had been bowing in prayer, all looked up in unison. Ignoring the white radiance emanating from the statue, they closed their eyes slightly and gazed at the statue of Miaoxi.

Lin Ya perhaps retained a shred of reason, knowing that once she succumbed to the demonic obsession, she would become bloodthirsty. Thus, after saving Zhang Yanlin and the others, she departed.

Xu Qi covered his palm with a layer of white light and examined the unconscious soldier.

Although the other party insisted he was fine, his limping gait made it clear that taking him to the hospital would be the better choice.

Liu Qi, Yang Yizhong, and Wu Lin took their leave. Compared to when they arrived, their expressions were much improved. Where they had previously been fraught with anxiety, they were now calm and confident, their trust in Zhao Gou exceeding all bounds.

Although Zhao Gou’s martial arts were sufficient to take a head from among ten thousand men, he had not mastered the ability to escape unscathed from a sea of serpents. With no footing to be found, how could he easily evade their attacks? Seeing that the snakes targeted only Zhao Gou, Fang Jinzhi realized there must be a reason. After glancing around, she understood why.

Early the next morning, Wealthy Wang rushed to the Zhao residence, but Master Zhao had left before dawn due to business matters, and Wealthy Wang had come in vain.

After Tang Yin finished speaking with a radiant smile, she dragged Yan Yexin toward the anime club’s booth. Liu Mengmeng was now completely ignored, left entirely on the sidelines by the two.

Zheng Fan struck a long match and leisurely lit his cigar, showing no intention of explaining himself immediately.