Volume One, Chapter 71: A Surge of Passion Among the Crowd

A group of people marched over with aggressive intent, led by Imperial Physician Chen, followed closely by a retinue of medical officials and guards from the Imperial Medical Bureau.
“Search thoroughly! We must find that witch!”
Imperial Physician Chen shouted shrilly, his voice brimming with rage and hatred.
The leader of the Death God, as soon as he entered the dagger, began to roar in frustration, thrashing wildly within, attacking the inner walls in a desperate attempt to escape. The muffled pounding sounds emanating from within were the clearest testament to his furious struggle.
At this time, the crowd in the street had not yet dispersed, and many people heard the strange noises. Some bold villagers went directly to the Cheng Dong household.
Yet, to everyone’s surprise, as the helicopter slid along, its power gradually faded, and its speed slowed more and more.
Meng Qi struggled free from the tentacles, reaching to touch his waist and abdomen, only to feel the slick, slimy texture of their surface, which made him nauseous.
A few more dull thuds followed; though Meng Qi managed to block two fists with his own, three others landed heavily on his body.
Now, as he paused, the energies within him surged uncontrollably, his spiritual power wandering, and pain blossomed throughout his limbs and bones.
The scenes unfolded layer upon layer; these were the past events of that ethereal figure. Though they might mean little to Di Ku and his companions, each was a battle of epic scale to the outside world, each capable of inciting upheaval!
Yet it was already moving enough; after all, the transparent bead was clearly not a simple object, and Qingqing lent it to him so casually.
He had never expected that, ten years later, she would suddenly appear before him—and in such a manner. How could he not be astonished?
Occasionally, a tentacle would break through Meng Qi’s defenses and strike him, sending him flying, but that was all—the tentacles’ attacks could no longer harm him.
Lord Yanba, ruler of the Flame Tribe, still reclined in his throne, his exhaustion unchanged. His thick fingers tapped lightly upon the wooden table before him, producing a faint sound.
Moreover, in that primordial era, dinosaurs were favored by the heavens; from birth, they possessed extraordinary abilities, and as they grew, commanding the winds and rains was mere child’s play. Their starting point was already high.
Lin Feiyu struck down, sword after sword, and with each blow, he could clearly sense the threads of karma entwined about him being severed one by one.
Niu Mang’s head was shattered by a single punch, leaving him dead beyond redemption; even his soul was destroyed. His headless corpse toppled slowly to the ground.
“As long as they remain upon the Nine Heavens Wind Vessel, you’ll not lay a finger on them,” the Sword Master said calmly.
Manager Zhang was utterly bewildered; after all, the medicinal kitchen contained over a hundred dishes. Was Chen Haoran suggesting he intended to consume every ingredient?
“This…” The security guard and the staff hesitated, uncertain how to proceed.
Beishan possessed cultivation at the level of Refined Qi and Manifest Spirit, his strength undeniable—even more powerful than Tu Shan had been. Yi Han had finally met his match.
The flying dagger was already upon him, about to strike. Beishan sneered, certain that this blow would be impossible for his opponent to evade. Even if he survived, it would not be without consequence.
“If you don’t believe me, see for yourself!” Song Yi urged her to observe carefully, and Lin Baoqing, upon inspection, found it exactly as he had claimed.
Li Qing was a scion of the Li family in Lu County, serving as Gongcao Historian of Lu and responsible for the kingdom’s census. He and Zhang Han had traveled together from Lu to Luoyang, a journey of over fifteen hundred li, setting out in mid-October and arriving in early December. They had traveled for more than forty days and were already well acquainted.