Volume One, Chapter 21: Dealing with the Corpse of the Crimson Delusion Rabbit

“Centurion Li Ling, how is it going? Has everyone arrived?” the old bull-headed man asked with a smile.

When he heard that the Duke’s residence needed masons for repairs, Prince Ning had promptly thrown him into the craftsmen’s team.

Xia Amei’s ears tingled at the warmth of his breath. She held his large hand, warm and strong, which made her both shy and flustered. She struggled to pull away but couldn’t break free, so she quickly turned her head and distanced herself.

Soon, the Ghost Granny emerged with pomegranates. Today, she wore a blue Taoist robe and wielded a golden magic wand. Two fine steeds were brought over by the attendants, and the two of them mounted swiftly.

“In a bustling city, the poor are ignored; wealth in remote mountains draws distant kin. There’s nothing strange about that. Besides, this cousin is a bit unhinged,” Biejia, who had a knack for invisibility, interjected again.

“How hateful! Truly hateful! Such a wicked conscience!” Xia Yan exclaimed, and the crowd on the city walls nodded vigorously.

Di Moyun smiled faintly. Though it was a useless consolation, it warmed her heart considerably.

Unexpectedly, the Alliance Leader of the World suddenly burst into wild laughter, his eyes darkly fixed on Su Yaowu, his confidence growing.

He swiftly pulled out a bamboo tube from his bosom, expertly uncapped it, and splashed its contents toward Ming Xiayu.

Sikong Xuanlang was still ascending, rising roughly ten zhang above the cliff before faltering and swaying down to the cliff’s base.

Unfortunately, Yin Wugou was not at his peak. Even as he tried to retreat, his speed was too slow. A powerful punch from Mu Yan struck his body, shattering his bones with a series of cracks. Blood sprayed from his mouth as the qi and blood energy he had just absorbed from Mu Yan was all expelled.

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“Yuer said so upon returning. Besides, your meridians are blocked; there’s no way you could defeat Yuer, who is currently at the early Source Master stage. Meanwhile, your innate source energy remains at level five for ten thousand years!” Dongfang Ying sneered disdainfully.

The Yu family had now purchased four staff martial arts techniques—one at the seventh heavenly level and three at the sixth—spending a total of seventeen million six hundred thousand.

The killer was clever, never worried that the police would delete the videos he uploaded. The police had to rely on netizens to locate the missing body parts. Aside from waiting for more videos, they were helpless.

At this moment, Xie Baoshu was speechless after a series of mishaps. He started coughing and seemed physically debilitated. Slowly, he approached Yu Zhenyi and handed over the Mountain Seal.

Bao Zhan did not reply. Hualong displayed the bow shaft, and journalists snapped photos. Hualong said, “The culprit used a crossbow with this kind of shaft.”

Not long after they left, in the Taoist temple, the old Taoist brewed another pot of tea and sighed, “Good advice seldom persuades damned ghosts.”

Liu Ming’s head was grasped by Nie Fan, yet his eyes still rolled about. Initially, his gaze was blank, but upon seeing his own headless corpse not far ahead, fear and shock filled his eyes.

At that moment, a cool sensation spread from within him. The chill reminded him of earlier scorn, stirring a deep sense of humiliation. Dongfang Xin quickly formed hand seals in the air to calm his turbulent spirit before closing his eyes to meditate.

“Is it sufficient? You’ll only know by trying,” the Black Duke scoffed, utterly dismissive. Having made multiple arrangements, he was confident no unexpected events would arise.

“Don’t worry. An outsider monk trying to preach here wouldn’t even ask if Wang Youcai would agree,” Wang Youcai said with a domineering tone, as if the entire Pingdu city already belonged to him.

Silently, Wenxin pondered and ceased absorbing spiritual energy, instead focusing on stabilizing his post-breakthrough body and familiarizing himself with his newfound strength.

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Seeing him act, Lin Qianrou no longer hesitated and took a small sip. “Come to think of it, I still don’t know that great hero’s name.” She quickly devised a mischievous plan and began fiddling with her phone.

I swung the hammock high into the air; the cool, fresh air invigorated me. Tong’er’s light footsteps approached, and she sat on the stone bench.

Xiang Mingfu swiftly blocked Wen Wugui’s path. After defeating the Daoist Wumeng, “Xuanhuang” Xiang Mingxiao turned to obstruct the thief Liu Yutang.

The low-level trial proved effective, naturally progressing to the intermediate stage. Although severely wounded by the dragon dagger, Lü Xuan’s spiritual power was abundant, having reached the mid-stage of Qi Refinement and Divine Transformation. As a “major figure,” he could still activate the Heavenly Ear Divine Skill.

Xiongjí’s enterprises were vast. Xia Jian truly did not know some of his businesses. Previously, he thought Xiongjí was merely a meat vendor running a meat processing factory, buying meat to process and resell. Later, he discovered Xiongjí’s key business was actually a construction company.

“Take this treasure back. There’s no need to search deliberately. When the time comes, the destined person will appear on their own. Do you understand?” The indistinct figure said sternly.

Wenxin briefly considered, then sat cross-legged according to the mechanical voice’s instruction, focusing fully on absorbing the fire attribute spiritual energy.

Song Yan finally stopped and did not raise her head. Liu Chiting couldn’t see her expression, but there were already a few damp spots on the ground.

Only after the pale golden blood sprayed onto the sorrowful figure did he realize what had happened—and by then, it was too late to flee.