Volume One, Chapter 38: The Traitor Within

Murong Yunyi gazed into her determined eyes, his heart aching with both tenderness and helplessness. He knew she was a woman with a mind of her own. Never had he imagined that Lei Zhan from the Lingchuan region, or perhaps the Gaoping area, would have come all the way here. With this, each pig brought a profit of over a thousand, and the sows at the farm had already started another round of breeding.

The soldiers, thrown into a panic, immediately scattered in all directions to keep their distance, darting glances at one another to see if there were any unfamiliar faces among them.

He was merely an avatar, connected with his true form by their shared essence. The flow of time in his main world differed from that in the World of Thunderbolts—the latter moved more slowly—so at this moment, his true self had already recovered by half from his wounds in the Shrouded Heavens world.

Of course, many beings communicated with spiritual sense, but since spiritual sense touched upon the soul and could easily be traced back and attacked, only those of lower realms, unable to reach their own will, resorted to this method.

Song Ci unrolled the map and saw three circles marked on it—one for the Demonic Realm, one for the Spirit Realm, and one for the Immortal Realm.

Li Zhengzhe greeted them, cast a suspicious glance at Wang Guozheng, but said nothing further for now; he parked the car properly, unwilling to leave it idling in the middle of the road.

After all, Uchiha Madara had only achieved such greatness thanks to the Sharingan, a bloodline limit—meaning, he simply had the fortune of a good ancestor.

Puzzled, Old Ma picked up the watering can at hand and began to water the exquisite bonsai before him.

As for such shameless people, no matter how hard you rack your brains, there's simply no way to prevent them from betraying you.

Faced with such voices—especially the barrage of national curses—who could predict what the students of No. 2 Middle School might do?

Guan Haiqing erupted in fury; no one knew why he was so enraged. His gaze toward the three elders turned instantly icy; his eyes even reddened.

The opponent was clearly taken aback. The fat man grinned wickedly and, without hesitation, delivered a solid kick to the burly man's stomach, sending him sprawling to the ground.

It was just like the realm of the Lava Giant Whale—the Dao-entry realm. So, the Ziji Continent truly had cultivators of such formidable power.

Li Yi cared not what these medicines were for; as long as they could be packed up, he took them all. He also noticed that commonly known drugs like amoxicillin and banlangen were scarce, clearly their main targets.

The attendant ignored her, acting as if she hadn’t seen her at all. Li Yi was curious—what had she done to ruin your plans? After all, we only knocked after you’d finished your business.

In truth, Long Mei had long been quietly saving money, planning to escape to Liaodong for a new life; at the rate Young Master Lu, an opium addict, burned through money, her being sold off was only a matter of time.

The Lone Wolf cast a scornful glance at the three waves of energy, then formed a seal with one hand. An unusual array, like a current of electricity, wreathed his right arm, and a bizarre, blood-hued sigil made his arm look all the more menacing.

In the tall grass, higher than a man, a dark shadow flickered, barely visible—a wraithlike figure, shifting as if insubstantial.

“For what purpose?” Elder Bi Yue turned in puzzlement to Elder Chen Yu, her eyes brimming with doubt.

No matter how old Luo Xingyue grew, in her eyes, he would always belong to the same generation as her own children.