Chapter 29: Exclusive to Jinjiang

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“Sir, save me!” Terrified by these words, Wu Yousheng hurriedly appealed to Chang Gongxi for help.

However, Nian Wusheng had clearly prepared for this long ago. He also possessed a spiritual treasure of the mind as formidable as the God-Slaying Nail. How could he possibly be so easily reduced to an animal?

Over the past few years, no matter how many disputes had arisen in Raven City, Salted Fish Town had remained a picture of harmony. Nothing was ever stolen from the streets, and no one needed to bar their doors at night. Not only had the gangs vanished without a trace, but even the usual ruffians and hoodlums were nowhere to be found.

In Li Yanan’s boudoir, watching Brother Qiye leave, Li Yanan happily spread her arms and fell backward. Beaming from ear to ear, she landed on the soft bed.

On an old crimson tree beyond the meadow, Fang Xu quietly watched the scene unfolding before him. What wild bison hated most was the invasion of an outsider that disturbed its meal. Although the bison was not a carnivore, that did not stop it from trampling its opponent into minced flesh.

Xu Sanduo’s eyes bulged like bronze bells. He casually wiped the snot and tears from his face with both arms, then swung his fist straight into Li Xuanjing’s face.

With a deep hum of energy, a dazzling sphere of light shot from the top of the staff toward Thor’s back. Caught completely off guard, Thor was sent flying by the blast and crashed through the wall. For a long while, there was no sound.

“Old fool, why waste your breath on him? Just kill him,” the Great Demon God Xiao Jingtian roared.

Unfortunately, although cultivators of qi could alter their appearance and regain their youth, they could not reverse the flow of time. Once the journey began, there was no turning back. The gains and losses had long been ordained.

A faint, razor-sharp glimmer flickered in the eyes of Marquis Qinglan, but he was a man of great patience. He could take advantage of the enemy’s arrangements and use them to set up a place for tempering himself.

Most of those who died at his hands had been just as presumptuous—unable to judge the situation and unaware of their own limits. Such people could only interfere with his judgment of what to do next.

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Uh… It seems the author has become increasingly skilled at padding things out. The topic somehow drifted off course without him realizing it. Let us return to the main point.

Xue Rubing, who was as elusive as a dragon glimpsed only by its head, had actually stood the three of them up and gone elsewhere to collect recipes.

She was a sweet-looking young woman, perhaps twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with exquisitely applied makeup and jewelry around her neck. Standing there, she was exceptionally lovely. Her hair, however, had become disheveled after being buried beneath the rubble just moments earlier, though this did nothing to detract from her beauty.

What she cared about was neither Liu Zaijun’s connections nor the prospect of performing on more stages. Naturally, it was not the increased exposure, either. She was happy and excited simply because she could finally perform with the uncle openly in front of everyone.

Perhaps after helping Zuo Xuan this time, he would finally remember what he had once promised her.

“The Great Creation Record is divided into a Record Spirit and an Artifact Spirit. Earlier, I was the Record Spirit. I am the Artifact Spirit!” explained the Artifact Spirit of the Great Creation Record.

There had still been no response from the imperial court. Even the strongest connections needed time to transmit news from the palace; it was not as convenient as matters outside. Still, Wang Xinyi’s self-defense would probably not produce any favorable result.

After fighting for about two minutes, the blue side clearly began to feel its stamina failing. His was an explosive class that exchanged endurance for extraordinarily high damage. Under normal circumstances, if an explosive fighter failed to knock down the opponent after a burst of combat, he would assess the current situation and adjust his strategy.

The Yuan Emperor had sent General Wu to the northern frontier. He was the same general who had lost to Fu Nanfeng in their previous sand-table battle, and one of Jun Xijue’s chief commanders. The court ministers had argued fiercely over the matter. In the end, as before, they held another sand-table exercise. General Wu defeated several other generals and, filled with confidence, hurried off to the northern frontier.

She had lived in a Miao village from childhood and was extremely familiar with poisonous creatures and venomous insects. She knew exactly what kind of thing this blood centipede was.

“Ah! Then go and meet them later. See how badly they’re hurt,” Ma Yong said, tilting his head.

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“How did you die again?” Lu Zihao had been doing perfectly well in the bottom lane when he suddenly saw a system notification announcing that Xerath in the middle lane had been slain. He could not help frowning.

Qi Xin rubbed his hands together once more and returned to his seat, looking slightly restrained. If anyone familiar with him had witnessed the Emperor Qi, a man who could command the winds and clouds of Yunnan’s underground world, behaving this way, they would have been utterly dumbfounded.

“Tch, you? Give me a break. Don’t think I don’t know about the things you’ve done. Chen Yun would make an appointment with you? Why would you come this early?” Mozhu clearly did not believe him and spoke with undisguised contempt.

Sima Luan spread his wares out in front of his parking space. Watching the endless stream of people passing to and fro, he suddenly felt somewhat awkward.

In the bushes, Baldy Wang had finally been waiting for his chance. He quickly swept his gaze around, casually pulled the hood of his tracksuit over his head, then pinched out his cigarette and tucked it into his trouser pocket. After glancing over the area where he had wandered and confirming that he had left behind nothing that should not be there, he strode toward Tan Dawei and the other man.

Whether they would fight to the death or turn hostility into friendship and bring the entire Vast Royal Court under their own control—these were two entirely different destinies.

“Go up again?” Wasn’t it said that the Golden Crow clan had never set foot in this Ninth Heaven?

After reaching the second turn of the Saint Infant realm, her cultivation continued to rise, though the rate of its ascent had slowed.

Lin Song had known this outcome long ago. He cast a pitying glance at Li Si’s corpse and thought of the younger sister and mother he had left behind. From now on, they could no longer rely on Li Si. They would have to rely on themselves.

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