28 The Man-Eating House (Twenty-four)

Having witnessed the process of Luan Ying’s demonic infant formation, Luo Yun understood that the two swimming dragons were likely manifestations of that infant. Hearing that among the Eight Great Demon Lords, the Fiery Demon Lord excelled in fire-based arts, he surmised this must be the one.

The others, seeing this, were naturally unwilling to fall behind. Lei Xiaoyao was the last to ascend, casting a glance back at the four herb fields. He saw Fan Hua still crouching there, absorbed in some mysterious study.

Luan Ying steered the formation at high speed. The island she had always kept in her heart amidst the vast expanse of sea and sky drew ever closer. Just as it had been whenever she departed and returned, it was shrouded in layers of purple mist. In the dim light, its black silhouette appeared silent and mysterious, bringing her a sense of peace.

Upon seeing Emperor Wu, Edmund immediately brought out a glass and poured red wine—his unique way of welcoming guests.

Returning to Omsk in low spirits, they found that even the most skilled craftsmen were unable to make repairs. The structure of the seven-headed, ten-horned entity was too complex; seven heads meant seven minds, each pulling in a different direction. Without a unified consciousness, it would only end up fighting itself.

Between heaven and earth, the world turned into a churning sea of thunder once more. Wisps of electric arcs desperately sought out every living soul; the scene from twenty days ago had returned.

The Saint Armor was merely equipped with a supercomputer—a piece of "black technology" from the Basin City-States. Powerful as it was, it did not understand array formations. Thus, the route it calculated and analyzed was based entirely on Shen Lang’s intent, derived through data analysis.

Emperor Wu’s analysis convinced the group. According to the Pareto Principle, twenty percent of the world’s population enjoyed eighty percent of the superior resources, and the high-quality beef produced by the ranch was precisely what that minority required.

"Though I may be unworthy, I will never commit the act of betraying my ancestors and forgetting my heritage!" Hou Yi retorted in a rage, his voice sharp and stern.

Yet he had waited in that "quiet" state for so long—from the era of the Three Sovereigns, when he was to subjugate Chi You, all the way to the current Shang-Zhou period. It was truly an eternity. Fortunately, the North Sea was a place of frigid cold, so the soul of Bai Jian had not suffered much depletion there. Now that he was inscribed on the Investiture of the Gods, it could be considered a decent final destination.

The situation became increasingly clear. Through this series of movements, Chu Feng’s intent was obvious: disobedience would be met with punishment. Furthermore, the fact that Chu Feng had never revealed himself suggested that he would not appear for some time, leaving this strange space to dictate their life and death.

Watching Old Kui, who was still stuffing roasted meat into his mouth, prepare to head to the latrine and stink up the place, Xu Fengnian felt his face twitch. He stood up and called a servant to lead the old man—who was dragging his chain-linked giant blade along the ground—to the outhouse. The young prince hurriedly fled, moving as fast as he could, muttering curses about "experts" all the way.

Seeing an opening, the Mantis-Spider lunged suddenly, pouncing toward the knight, or perhaps the priest behind him. It had clearly identified the team’s weak point.

The master wore a smiling expression, composed and projecting the aura of a transcendent sage, yet inside he was tearing Wu Tong to shreds, criticizing him from head to toe until he was utterly worthless.

Because of Zheng Zhongda’s gambling skills, he had only memorized the top twenty of the fifty-two cards. Even if Lin Fan only cut the single top card, it would cause a massive change in the order of the deck.

Just as Yun Zhan reached this decision, an ethereal voice echoed across the empty horizon.

An old saying goes that one should do their best and leave the rest to fate. Xu Fengnian always firmly believed that whether or not one listened to fate, or whether fate was good or bad, was secondary. What he had to do was fulfill his human duties; as long as he felt those duties were unfulfilled, he would never give up.

This was said with such arrogance, yet everyone present found it deeply convincing. In the Gu Lan Kingdom, Chang Anshi’s word was indeed like gold. If he commanded Zhou Feng to die, Zhou Feng could not live. Even if Zhou Feng had just displayed the momentum to swallow rivers and mountains, what did that amount to in front of Chang Anshi?

With the source of this great harvest secured, Lolita’s mood improved; her voice became soft and warm, filled with joy.

A surge of ecstasy flooded his heart. The excited Yue Yulou immediately focused his spirit, immersing his inner self in the perception of elemental power.

Xin Tian felt anxious; unable to bear his concern for the others any longer, he hurried inside.

"I’ve wronged you. You’re injured; you should drink some hot water." Nan Feng handed over a snowball.

"With a jinx like you following me, I can't be at ease. I’m not staying here; I want to go somewhere else," Nan Feng laughed.

Adding the original 20,000 perfect puppets, Xin Tian now possessed an army of 40,000 in total.

"If I hadn’t dodged, we probably would have broken down, and we wouldn't have been able to leave then," Zhang Tian said.

He took out his painting tools and applied six colors to the six faces of the box. Looking at it now, although the box was a bit prettier, it didn't seem special at all.

Everyone looked up and, sure enough, saw the sun hanging directly in the center of the two giant rocks at the entrance. Led by Gao Xiong, the group stepped quickly into the Sun-Chasing Valley. Fang Jin watched them all enter, gritted his teeth, and said, "Let’s go."

Before long, He Yunshuang and Zhou Chong also arrived in a hurry. He Yunshuang’s face was gloomy, his brows locked in a frown. After entering the room and glancing around, he looked at Su Huai and said, "It’s you."

"So what if it’s an ancient star name? It’s still governed by a star name from the Star Realm," Wu Xueming remarked from the side with disdain.

Du Xuan’er’s large eyes darted toward Fang Jin. Fang Jin made his living by thievery; if they let him go, the chances of success might be higher.

Manager Zhou was over fifty, tall, robust, and very hearty. After meeting Qi Miao and learning she was a noble lady proficient in medicine and acupuncture, he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

That black-purple bead had power comparable to a full-force strike from a Guiyuan-stage expert. If used well, it could even kill one.

Was the young prince shielding her from the wind and rain, or was he the one summoning the storm?

"How could that be? I like whatever the Master chooses." When Sang Ma heard me say this, her eyes brightened, and she looked at me with expectation.

Yang Qingqing held back her tears. She had thought she could forget, but she hadn’t expected that the more she tried to forget, the more she would miss him.

Just then, Han Qingyun walked over. Looking at Tie Junyi, the heavy stone in her heart finally lifted. Watching Tie Junyi show no signs of waking for these past few days had been agonizing, but now that he was awake, everything would be fine.

For a normal person, suddenly losing an arm and experiencing such blood loss... they could essentially consider themselves to have taken a tour of the gates of hell.