Volume 1, Chapter 27: The Awakening of Evil Powers and the Looming Calamity

Zhang Shaoyu unplugged one of the telephones, but it was to no avail. Every phone in the room continued to ring simultaneously, each emitting the same static. Yet, within that electronic screeching, there seemed to be something else hidden.

This had to be Cao Yue’s doing. Such thoughtfulness and attention to detail from him warmed her heart.

As he spoke, Director Ding raised the red wine glass before him. The wine, shimmering like a ruby, was intoxicating, much like the ease with which one could become lost in its depths.

Dai Anliu did not press further. Although he was a rather peculiar individual in the world of metaphysics—well-suited for the craft—he did not truly understand it; he was, after all, just a cook. Initially, he saw the world through his own eyes, which were the eyes of everyone else, at least until the arrival of Zhang Shaozhu.

"Once we return, let me properly discover all your virtues," Cao Yue said, wearing a lecherous expression.

However, the negative energy generated by these myriad planes all required the Ultimate Plane to process it. Should any problem arise within the Ultimate Plane, that negative energy would inevitably turn into a catastrophe.

Yang Fei, Yang Hu, and the rest of the Dragon Tooth special operations team were well aware of this.

"I only wish to know how Grandfather Lu intends to handle this matter!" Lu Chengqi’s reaction was slightly unexpected to Cao Yue, though his own expression remained unchanged.

"You..." Gu Fang was both furious and anxious, nearly bursting into a string of curses. The Demon God had sealed her cultivation, leaving her as helpless as a lamb for the slaughter, with no hope of escape.

Ye Qing was intensely curious about Zhang Shaozhu’s firearm, but upon recalling the young man’s multifaceted background, he understood and refrained from asking, choosing instead to observe Zhang Shaozhu’s actions. Before Ye Qing could even register it, a dull thud echoed in their ears, followed immediately by the sharp scent of gunpowder and a spray of sparks.

Hearing this, Old Ge and the others hurried to retreat. They watched as Bimo Muga raised his long red token high, chanting Yi incantations before sweeping it toward the ten ghost kings surrounding them. A blast of multicolored flames erupted, causing the ten great ghosts to shriek and scatter in a frantic attempt to flee.

Hearing this, Qiao Jun finally set his mind at ease. Yet, when it came time to cook, he could only shake his head. The supplies from the outside world were growing scarcer by the day. He wondered how long this storm would last, how many more would die, and when he and Brother Yuan could finally be free to live the lives they truly desired.

They were, for the most part, soldiers who had come to protect us. Now, it was the people’s turn to protect them. The residents of Antarctic City provided the refugees with the greatest possible aid.

Several days passed after this, yet strangely, Qiao Dafu, his family, and his few personal servants remained missing; no one knew where they had gone.

At least a cup of tea’s time had passed, and the plaza of Feixian Peak remained deathly silent. No one stepped forward to lend Zhen Wulai any spirit pills; everyone kept their eyes fixed on him, observing the changes occurring in his body.

The Daoist above nodded and began to scrutinize us. The two rows of Daoists below him all stretched their necks like ducks, staring at us without blinking.

Hou Yi waited for a while, but he could no longer contain himself. With a surge of blue and red light in his hands, he immediately lunged to entangle Wu Wei.

After observing Niu Dali in secret for some time, Jianren Xingshi began to harbor suspicions. Once doubt took root, he could no longer sit still and planned to leave the sect immediately for Jicheng to investigate Niu Dali further.

However, the hand that was about to fall upon him suddenly paused and withdrew. A flash of red light erupted from Wu Wei as he escaped the storage space.

Fu Manman said nothing, her arms crossed over her chest as she listened quietly. She understood what Gu Chen meant, but the thought of the director’s attitude earlier only made her angrier.

Lin Huan’s mouth twitched. He desperately wanted to say, "You’re really great at putting on an act," but it was the truth.

Could someone who could play Zhuge Liang so well that he could kill and take heads while lying on the ground really be killed so easily?

Following this, Pavilion Master Ge suddenly fell silent. Without a word, he cast a glance at Master Ning, who was looking at him, and saw the man nod.

These pilots had no idea that the troops led by Matsuyama Yodai had been completely annihilated, or they never would have uttered such words.

Within ten meters, there was not a trace of thunderous power. But now, the surrounding lightning surged forward, rushing into that ten-meter radius.

It appeared to be a pair of daggers, looking no different from any others. Yet, at this moment, Yang Tao’s heart began to race wildly.

Er Gouzi clutched his right cheek with one hand and blocked his front teeth with the other, his speech slurred and whistled. Having never been beaten so miserably before, he felt a deep sense of indignation.

The hairs on Ye Fan’s body stood on end. When he had transcended his tribulation, the endless lightning had eventually dissipated into the heavens and earth, but this old man had not let a single spark go, absorbing it all.

Already wounded and with his true energy nearly exhausted, the fact that he could still carry Zhantai Jingxuan while fleeing was a testament to his sheer willpower.

After speaking, Liu Qian produced the Five-Colored Grass. The instincts of a spirit beast still remained; the Snow Beast clearly sensed the immense benefit the grass held for it, and a flicker of longing appeared in its scarlet eyes.

Yue Xunyi felt his chest churn and spat out a mouthful of blood. Looking inward, he saw his Nascent Soul, which had been sleeping in his Dantian, also spit out blood, its form trembling violently.

"The public funds have a lead," Zhang Nianzu said, recounting his encounter with the invisible person while searching for Du Heng.