Volume 1, Chapter 26: The Resurgence of the Demon Race

Just as Long Yuwei felt the nation’s martial arts community was sinking into deep despair, a masked figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

Every weekend, A-Fa would gather several baskets of dry firewood from the mountains. These were thin, withered branches, perfect for kindling and quick to ignite, making them ideal for the kitchen stove. A-Fa would collect six baskets a week, enough for his mother to cook for several days.

"Mu Chen!" Elder Hua and the others rushed over, working together to pull the large black furnace out of the deep pit. Yet, no matter how hard they tried, they could not pry open its lid.

She looked up to see Li Anqi opening the passenger door with a gentlemanly gesture. Even without knowing the brand, the car’s silhouette alone exuded luxury and opulence.

The arrival of several department-level officials was clearly orchestrated from above; they were there to witness the proceedings, as if the authorities had anticipated that the Jinghan Company would refuse the delivery. Lacking proof of service, they had resorted to this unorthodox method.

The four demon wolves coordinated perfectly, their seamless transitions between offense and defense leaving the naturally weaker Qiyun Brown Bear utterly helpless and unable to retaliate.

"You let others do the heavy lifting for us but didn't pay them any extra, and now you bring this up. Doesn't that make us look treacherous and heartless?"

As the call ended, Chen Xinghai was enveloped in a wave of jade-like fragrance. He was stunned by Lin Shihan’s speed; even as a Foundation Establishment master, he was caught off guard and could only let her have her way.

"Then go and prepare. It is getting late, and I should rest." With that, the General turned and headed toward the lounge.

Once posted, the thread immediately drew the attention of many netizens. They clicked through to read it, and upon finishing, they erupted into cheers of joy.

He suppressed the rage surging into his very marrow and slowly laid the body on the ground. The long spear vanished, and the tooth remained embedded deep in its heart. It crumbled into ash, scattered by a gentle breeze. He bowed his head, lost in thought.

Bai Shu was left speechless by Xu Muling’s words. He knew he had overstepped, so he decided not to seek out Ye Taoling that evening and instead rest at Juechou Peak. Though it was not his first time at the Dongluo Sword Sect, he had never truly appreciated the magnificent scenery of the seven main peaks of the Biluo Mountain Range.

Of course, passing through this sole gateway into the Psychic Academy was no easy feat.

"Bang!" He collapsed to the ground, his body merging with the land he had protected. His blood nourished the soil, and his spirit returned to its roots.

Across the vast horizon, under a blood-red firmament, a ray of crimson light shot into the cabin where Ning Baicao resided, illuminating the Anti-Demon Blood Pill hovering in mid-air. Suddenly, the pill blazed with intense radiance; six silver patterns pulsed like swimming dragons within, while a ring of blood-colored light circled the pill, merging with the crimson beam descending from the heavens.

Amidst a continuous series of air-shattering explosions, and just as the four members of the Spirit Herb Valley began to whisper in shock, Lin Han had already clashed dozens of times with the eight entwining blood-python shadows.

"How many time imprints are there in the sky?" asked Long Wu of the Dragon Clan. His cultivation was peerless, and he had long desired to duel Lin Yu. After today, Lin Yu had transformed and grown stronger, yet Long Wu felt no fear, only the spirit of a fearless warrior.

He felt much better now. Seeing the morning sun streaming into his tent, Di Yu’s mood brightened considerably.

When Jiang Zhuofan spoke, Zhou Jie froze. The voice sounded like that of a classmate—a fellow doctoral student who had been admitted at the same time but was rarely seen in class. That classmate had always seemed like a rogue, and she had never bothered to greet him even when they did cross paths. Could he be an officer of Zhanlong?

God Emperor? How was that possible? He was nowhere near that stage. He couldn't understand why his boss would think such a thing.

The man hesitated; it was true. By all logic, after he sent the signal, the Fox Venerable should have replied. The silence left him deeply uneasy.

"Cleaned out entirely. The once-great Yin estate is now empty, with its people either dead or scattered. It is not hard to see why Lady Zhou would lose her mind," Jiang Xiyuan sighed, shaking his head.

Black Mingzhu had not expected them to bring so many people. She immediately ordered Qiangzi and the others to remain on high alert, to hold their positions, and not to initiate an attack.

Was the room empty, or was the person inside so powerful that even he could not hear their breathing?

"Yang Ling, are you looking for death?" Fang Cun roared upon hearing Yang Ling’s laughter.

"No problem. Let’s find time after the New Year to visit the Island Nation. Whether we find her or not, we must try," Ye Tian said firmly.

"Since you didn't steal it and Father told you to take it, there’s no rush. You can return it to him personally when he gets back," Ye Hongguang insisted, refusing to back down.

The thought echoed in his mind: regardless of whether they defeated the Four Unions Gang, the Mingzhu Group was ultimately doomed to be destroyed.

The fact that the National Security Bureau had unraveled such a convoluted web of intelligence in such a short time spoke volumes about the terrifying nature of the organization.

"Of course, no problem." With that, Ling Tian produced the sword from his storage ring and handed it to the City Lord.

Just then, a scream interrupted everyone’s thoughts. A black meteorite fell from the sky, descending with terrifying momentum and slamming directly into Han Lang.

I knew that Old Hei of the Baldy Gang had a grudge against Yang Si-gou of the Green Gang. He was definitely looking for me to discuss teaming up against them. I didn't even need to go to know that. After a moment, I told him it was fine and that we would meet tonight.

No matter which path Shangguan Yaohua took, death was inevitable. She loathed her own slip of the tongue. Once she had entered the palace and been given a new name, she should have abandoned her old identity completely, purging it from her mind; otherwise, she would not have given others the chance to exploit her.

"Hey, hey, you mustn't come!" Feiyang Zhenjun hurriedly tried to stop them, but it was too late. The radio connection had already been cut.

"You are of the most extreme Yin and evil; how could you possibly use this purest power?" The Nine Heavens Divine Dragon clearly did not believe it.

"Give up. I can tell you are nothing more than a level fifteen martial artist," Cong Yi said, arms crossed.

The people here were far too backward, which was why they thought Han Lang reaching the late stage of the Transcending Mortal Realm at thirteen was so impressive. They little knew that there were always greater experts beyond one's own horizon.