Volume 1 Chapter 27: You Have to Pay!

The voice fell.

Yuan Ling immediately turned his head, casting a surprised glance at Meng Wanqiu, then stared at Shen Yi with a mixture of ridicule and contempt.

There was no denying it—the forging of the Celestial Transformation Pill was grueling work, beyond the grasp of ordinary alchemists.

“Is it him?” Ji Mo was also taken aback. This man in white was none other than the spiritual form of the Primordial First Immortal, who had once crossed paths with Ji Mo in a corner of the Sea of Chaos and had, in the past, used his physical body to slaughter gods in the Wasteland.

Chu Ling swallowed the last cup of wine, letting the fierce burn spread through his body before setting the cup on the stone table and turning his gaze toward Qin Wuya.

That move had genuinely startled the Erlang God, especially since he had just fought to a draw with Sun Wukong.

“Brother Yu, I’ll toast you too!” Slightly shy, Qi Qi bit her lip upon seeing Jia Jia’s initiative, then sat down beside Xiao Yu, lifting her glass of red wine in a salute.

The Black Blood Demon King’s tactic seemed to be a warning by example, but in truth, it was a means of winning hearts—winning over Mo Fan and Su Mo.

Wang Qingxue shook her head. In her view, once someone was set on Ye Hao, no matter what Ye Hao did, she would like him. Perhaps this was what they called “marrying into circumstances without complaint.”

“I know. I haven’t married you yet, so I can’t bear to die,” Chu Ling smiled and said. After a brief, tender reunion, he left that space.

But at that moment, I was too weak to speak, all my strength draining from the crown of my head. I wanted to call out but lacked the power to open my mouth, my eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

“Could it be that Mo Fan really brought Mo Feixian back?” Wu Yaorao’s heart suddenly grew uneasy; she was nervous, even fearful. Then anger and grievance welled up within her.

“Let the young master upstairs pay—he’s got money,” Tang Chuxue said with a smile, then turned the corner and left.

“Defend!” Nash was so frustrated to see his simple fake feint ripped apart that he nearly threw his tactics board.

Lin Guiyi asked several questions in succession. The ghost called Lü Xincheng answered obediently, so Lin Guiyi finally began to ask the key questions.

Everyone sat on the ground in a circle. The sword fanatic and his sword slave gathered some dry wood and lit a campfire.

At once, Xia Hongzhuang rubbed her chest in frustration, almost wishing Shi Yu would just keep losing! But she remained rational and suppressed the impulse.

Lin Guiyi couldn’t understand why he harbored such deep hostility toward her. She wanted to explain, but her words inevitably carried a fiery tone.

Lin Guiyi turned and said from afar, “People often say that when one dies, the body returns to dust, and the soul goes to the underworld. But in truth, the souls collected by the underworld receive different treatments.”

One must have gratitude; if it weren’t for Boss Cai giving me a chance, the basketball god might never have descended upon me. So I cannot leave the team over such a misunderstanding.

She was absolutely certain she hadn’t been with any man other than Zhou Yan, yet the person in that photo was undeniably herself.

When Lu Yu saw this, he immediately stood up, and the more than thirty prisoners who had been sitting also rose.

“One hundred and fifty million years…” Li Qing took measured steps toward Cangmu Zong. The whereabouts of the Glazed Box had to be confirmed without doubt, and he intended to meet the old ancestor of Cangmu.

Chen Feng didn’t dwell too much on it. After all, having arrived in a foreign land, it was normal to be targeted.

Although An Mu Wan’s talent was somewhat inferior to An Mu Xuan’s, she was still considered a superior sacrifice. Therefore, even if An Mu Wan discovered the truth behind the Ghost Forging Formation, the Ghost Lord Chu Ming would not kill her outright.