Volume One, Chapter 30: Then Nine Thousand Taels

A powerful aura swept across the area, instantly silencing the scene. Everyone turned their gaze toward the entrance of the sanctuary in astonishment, only to see a tall figure emerging.

Hu Youdao felt a flicker of fear. A powerhouse, at the very least at the peak of the Divine Ability stage, had been severely wounded by the light emanating from the Golden Core. This was only because he had retreated in time; had he been a moment slower, it seemed Wuyue would have perished right there.

After everyone reported the incident to the Holy King, the Holy King merely dismissed it lightly, ordering them to stop harvesting the items.

Her entire mind was now consumed by "Lianshuo." She felt that her future would be incredibly dull, and she missed him so much already that her heart ached with the longing.

However, there were limitations to releasing the cultivation of a past life. One must understand that what was within the Reincarnation Stone was not spiritual energy, but celestial power! If too much celestial power were released, far exceeding the limits of her current Peerless Tyrant Body, Fang Qingwei would explode and die.

Brother Li nodded. He also felt a chill in the air, as if a pair of eyes were watching them from somewhere, yet a careful search revealed nothing. Could it be that something terrifying was lurking here?

Lianshuo had heard these words from Han Lianyi many times before, but today they stirred an unusual tremor in his heart. He turned to look at her.

"Caiyue," a sweet voice called from afar, prompting Hu Youdao and Lin Feng to look up. The voice sounded somewhat familiar, as if they had heard it somewhere before.

Because their aptitude was too poor, and given that the empire was filled with talent and cutthroat competition, once someone was judged as having "water-born" potential, there was no hope for advancement, and no teacher would ever be willing to instruct them.

The muscular man did not dare to be careless. Knowing the formidable nature of Peifeng’s physical body, he threw a punch forward with all his might.

The second item was an ominous object from the abyss known as the "Dark Urn," which housed a powerful abyssal undead. It was this entity that manipulated and lured Count Howard into the abyss, intending to use him to help find a powerful and suitable vessel for its resurrection.

But all of this was futile. The pain pierced straight into his bone marrow and then surged into his sea of consciousness, as if his brain were about to shatter.

She rushed over and gently embraced Shibu. Looking at his vacant expression, tears began to stream down her face once again.

From the very beginning, he knew there were two systems: one seemed like a mere program, devoid of any emotion, while the other possessed its own thoughts, though it was rather greedy for wealth.

Throwing one to the Field family was intended to cause trouble and disgust Count Howard.

Initially, those who had not gone assumed the White Supremes would be beaten back mercilessly.

He used all his strength, his body trembling incessantly, yet the door budged only the slightest bit.

Wei Ya had gone up to take a nap. Since the decision to come over in the middle of the night had been quite sudden, she had to rest, as there was a live broadcast scheduled for the evening.

"It seems to be a design specifically targeting you, General," Rolsas said, voicing his thoughts.

Pei Qing set down the bamboo tube, took the one handed to him by Sun Rong, and crushed it. He unfurled the thin, translucent paper, scanned it once, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"What are you thinking about?" A gentle voice came from beside her. Chujian started and turned around to see Lady Yu, who was watching her with a smile.

This time, when Pei Qing took his leave, no one insisted on keeping him. The Marquis of Shunning felt that, firstly, the matter did not concern him, and secondly, with the Old Madame present, there was no need for him to speak. As Pei Qing excused himself, the Old Madame remained silent, so he hurriedly and politely saw him out.

Since Isarret had spoken, even those whose confidence had been shaken immediately felt firm in their resolve.

"Master, I have some things I would like to ask you." Qi Bo’s expression turned serious as he suppressed his doubts about Chujian.

Wei Sheng-yu got up and washed himself. He brought a basin of water to help Guixiang wipe her hands before lying down to sleep.

The person following behind to see them off wore a look of deep exhaustion, and even from such a distance, one could see his unwillingness to let go.

"Let’s go in and see what good treasure could possibly attract two half-step God Kings," Jiang Taixuan said.

"The Master is unaware because you have not yet... ahem, have not yet entered the Innate stage, so many functions of the Dojo have not manifested. It cannot connect to the Skynet or parse the rules of this world," Li Guang explained.

In the entire Guanyin Mountain, only a few households were outsiders; the rest were primarily of the Zhong clan. If they were to act out, Zhong Mazi would surely report them, and they would be in deep trouble. If things escalated, it would be difficult to resolve.

"Could I be sneezing in my sleep?" Liu Xiao rubbed his eyes and pinched his cheek. It hurt, and only then did he wake up.

Laughter from the room drifted outside, clearly audible to Lu Erniang and Song Yuan as they walked into the courtyard. Both smiled upon hearing the joy, but as they thought of something, their expressions turned solemn.

Now, he felt that disaster was imminent. Was his uncle, the Khan, using this opportunity to scheme against his Bordered Blue Banner? Sweat beaded on his forehead. He dared not look at Nurhaci, instead glancing at his cousins out of the corner of his eye. Seeing their expressionless faces, he grew so tense his entire body stiffened.