Chapter Forty-Eight: Awakening

“Brother!”

Seeing Ah Hu and his men knock out the guards, Wang Heng quickly pulled Wang Mian by the hand and hurried over.

She rushed to Lou Yu’s side, asking anxiously, “Are you all right?”

Lou Yu had already been placed on the ground by Ah Hu.

After kneeling all morning, his knees were bruised and swollen. Now, the tips of his toes barely touched the floor, but he simply couldn’t stand upright.

It hurt! An ache mixed with numbness!

Both legs—

Although he had deliberately provoked Wu Hui earlier, he hadn’t said anything untrue. Wu Hui’s psyche and spirit indeed had real problems.

As the city lord departed, Li Ming gave the Heavenly Devouring Hound a healing pill, then took the hound to rendezvous with the Old Ancestor of the Dragon Fish.

A passionate embrace, a body as soft as water, hands wandering quietly, slipping off his clothes—yet suddenly freezing in midair.

A familiar voice rang out. Streaming in came the other three pillars of the King’s Guild: Tianheng, known as the top assassin; Batian, reputed as the best mage; and Invincible, acclaimed as the foremost knight. All titles were self-bestowed within the guild.

Still, their hands were busy, pounding and knocking on the dungeon walls.

Just moments ago, they had all held back Vivian, preventing her from helping Lu Chen. Now, asking her to intervene would be awkward, so none spoke up.

Li Ming still remembered the last time his soul suffered devastating damage. If not for the Soul Tree, he would have perished long ago.

This latest incident made it clear: for Misty Years to develop and gain a foothold in Nanhuang City would never be easy. Even in the near future, the King’s Guild would never allow them to grow unchecked.

“I’ve never been scheming in my life!” Chu Zheng thumped his chest to quiet his incessant hiccups.

“No problem. There’s a cheap medicine market just a few dozen kilometers ahead—one of the country’s three largest traditional medicine markets,” Zhu Hui offered information.

Even so, the area around the teleportation array was still guarded by several cultivators, their bodies radiating powerful energy fluctuations.

Lu Qi also noticed something: his abyssal race’s appetite was astonishingly voracious.

But when Yun Xiao opened his eyes, he found himself sitting cross-legged in a pool barely three feet deep, and to his left, the spring’s mouth gurgled up the fiery divine liquid.

Later, in the information provided by Sister Man, he learned that the plain-faced Xu Yao was actually Aunt Xu’s younger brother.

Yet now, being used to provoke powerful enemies for him stirred a faint spark of murderous intent and anger.

For countless years, its presence had quietly lodged in the bloodline of the Wu clan, growing unnoticed and gradually reviving a once extinguished consciousness. Not long ago, it tempted Fioré to become a corrupted spirit and return to the Puppet Graveyard.

As he spoke, Cheng Tianrui kept signaling to Diao Zhengyang with his eyes. His severed arm was already bandaged, wrapped in white cloth.

This caused the pirates trying to charge forward to freeze in their tracks, their gazes at Ye Chui and his companions shifting from wild hunting fervor to awe and fear.

She had never interfered with any of Ye Kai’s choices; no matter how absurd his actions, she always chose to trust him.

And whether or not the crowd harbored ulterior motives, none dared say much, for faced with the sect master’s most trusted confidant—whose own skills were unfathomable—no one had the confidence to speak.

Now, in that corner of the Marvel world, OAA had been completely taken by Takashiro Yuriko, turning it into her factory for soldiers and weapons.

Han Mengdie was visibly startled by this. Then she quickly regained her composure and wore a thoughtful look.