Volume 1, Chapter 63: It Is Merely the Death of a Niece

Although it was not as if no one realized that the rebel army was using their own grain to recruit them, nor was there a lack of people worried about future retribution once the imperial army quelled the rebellion, the rebel army had ultimately left them a path to survival after taking away their rations.

At Chen Wu's demand, the gentry of the town, along with the two major clans of Sun and Li, reluctantly hauled nearly a thousand catties of grain from their respective ancestral halls—the very last remnants of their family estates.

Hearing the dark figure's mystifying words, Su Lin did not dwell on it and merely shook his head. The young master of the Fang family had completely vanished from his perception, making it impossible to track him down, and besides, he knew he still had matters of his own to attend to.

Yang Qi let out an inward sigh, his deep gaze sweeping over Kong Sheng's overly young and resolute face.

"Alright, let's dig in. There's another case of beer downstairs that we couldn't carry up earlier; I'll go get it now, you guys go ahead and eat." After saying this, Gu Heng left. Shen Kangping glanced at him without saying a word, as he was hardly a fool.

Su Lin shook his head, knowing his guess was correct: this formation was meant to trap the town's guardian and prevent him from leaving to wreak havoc among mortals.

"A misunderstanding? Our eyes are sharp as tacks, and you call this a misunderstanding?" Wang Song felt his intelligence was being insulted and said angrily.

When Li Yu received the memorial, his first reaction was that it was an internal conflict between the Emperor and the Retired Emperor, and that a palace coup was imminent. Therefore, not daring to delay, Li Yu immediately led over a hundred guards of the Eastern Palace into the palace.

"We'll talk about whatever it is later." I stepped forward and grabbed A Nian, pulling her along as I continued forward. I did not stop for even a moment along the way because I knew stopping was not an option.

Fortunately, these items actually worked, striking the giant snake and producing a flurry of sparks while also inflicting damage. Feeling the pain, the giant snake let out a continuous series of hissing sounds at watermelon and me, clearly enraged.

The Celestial is, after all, the Celestial. Lu Zhengjun cast a disdainful glance at the giant blade brimming with terrifying energy, flicked his left fingers a few times, and held a feathered fan in his right hand. With a flash of white light, he gave the giant blade a gentle wave, and a foot-long white goose feather instantly shot out from the fan.

"You're still young and should live a better life; there are plenty of opportunities ahead. But I... am different. You and I do not belong to the same world." Lin Rui said with cruel finality.

After making the bed in my parents' room and the one for my wives and me, it was almost time to sleep, and I eagerly went downstairs to call my wives back to their rooms.

A few seconds later, Xi Xi replied: "Verification passed, cracking the final password lock."

"Those of you with matters to attend to can leave first. I have some words for my disciple." Master glanced at me and spoke.

Lian Wu could no longer care about much else, grabbed a machete, and charged right at the front. His gold-rimmed glasses were covered in blood, and the lenses were slightly cracked.

Captain Meteor asked, "Are we already flying? Why don't I feel the kind of gravitational load you get on an airplane?"

Upon entering the Abyss, Xiao Feng did not go everywhere searching for the so-called Edge of Heaven like the others, because he knew there was simply no need to look.

"Haha, Brother Feng's words are spot on. The person worthy of drawing my Yun Zixiao's sword could never be like those vulgar and mundane mortals. If the legendary Sky-Supporting Sword Emperor had truly fallen while still in the Emperor-Sealing Realm, that would be the true absurdity." Looking at the confident Feng Luoer, Yun Zixiao also laughed heartily.

Li Huan obediently turned around, and Liu Hai once again swept the demon-reflecting mirror across Li Huan's sides and back, but the mirror still reflected only Li Huan's tall and slender figure.

Although the murderous intent just now was not unleashed at full force, it still contained a full forty percent of the intent of the path of slaughter.

"When we get to Flavor Pavilion, just tell Grandpa Yang whatever you want to eat, and let Grandpa Yang make it for you?" Dongfang Jue said immediately upon seeing Su Mowei's expression.

Before he could even react, Li Huan suddenly struck the middle-aged man's abdomen with a punch. The punch roared like a tiger, and a tiger-shaped burst of energy struck the middle-aged man's belly first, followed immediately by Li Huan's heavy fist landing squarely on his abdomen.

Sweat poured from every pore of his body, soaking the inside of the Lionheart Club uniform completely, making it feel as though he had just run a marathon on a track and field.

More importantly, Duobao had not betrayed the Intercept Teachings to join Buddhism, but was instead captured by Taishang Laojun and forcibly transformed into a Buddha. Now, asking them to strike at Duobao made it somewhat difficult for them to make a move.

Hearing Fang Hai-chuan's words, Su Hao was not surprised. Fang Hai-chuan had already attempted to recruit him once before, so doing so again came as no surprise.

With tens of billions of humans across the entire Blue Star dividing the resources equally, the price of beast meat climbed higher and higher.

Aside from methods that could kill without a trace, he could also manipulate the consciousness of others, making them confused, muddled, and acting just like puppets at his beck and call.

Wang Chao could be considered a capable figure on a somewhat large scale, usually possessing a bit of ability, but in front of Xue Kun, he fell short and could only sit there obediently.

Furious, he swore to teach this male student who ignored school rules a severe lesson. Slamming the door shut, Fang Xiang checked the class name on the post and immediately rushed downstairs.

Monkunu was a tyrant with supreme military talent, and his atrocities were cursed by historians throughout the history of the Mo-Fa world.

Almost at the same time, Liu Ganghu and another relatively young demon-subduing warrior each handed over a Seven-Star Nail.

Even if the enemy was invisible, it did not mean Commander Zuo was out of options. A martial artist's five senses remained extremely sharp; he listened intently with his mind, catching the slightest rustle or movement around him. Clenching a blade in his teeth as a precaution, he knew this blade was still capable of slaying demons.

Because Han You knew very well that the opponent's minion-farming technique could not even be considered entry-level, he simply bypassed these two obviously unfair evaluation rules.