Chapter 45: Bite Marks

A tingling sensation crept relentlessly over my scalp, and if there were a mirror before me, I was certain my face would be green with dread—unspeakably ghastly. I turned my head ever so slightly, casting a glance at Meng Lianqiao. Though she appeared far more composed than I, I doubted she had ever encountered such a thing before. Our eyes met, and in each other’s gaze, we found a tension unlike any we had known before.

Simply because someone claimed that Chi Niming and Chi Yaoguang would one day threaten the Yu family, they resolved to kill without hesitation. Rescued, Shangguan Qing’er let out a piercing scream, then hurled herself forward in a desperate attempt at revenge.

In the Primal World, the laws of heaven and earth were even more unyielding; to soar through the air, one required at least the cultivation level of the Pill-Nurturing Realm.

Ye Aoxuan loathed everything—she hated that she was born into the Ye family, hated the wrongs her family had done to the Jia family, hated that the grudges of the previous generation had ensnared her own.

Suddenly, a figure landed before us, clad in a gray robe, white hair cascading in wild disarray to the shoulders—a presence both mysterious and profound.

Yet it struck Ouli and his companions as odd: why did Ji Han conceal his identity? In a position as exalted as Thundercloud’s First Rank, could he not simply choose at will?

“If he fails to secure the deal this time, you’ll be demoted, and he’ll be dismissed.” Shang Mengqi’s voice turned cold and merciless.

Chu Lingfeng wielded the Moon Melody Sword, casting dazzling patterns in the air—sometimes slow and languid, sometimes swift and fierce. Yue Wuhen’s Asura Fan danced up and down; after several exchanges, neither could gain the upper hand. The weapons in their hands were rare marvels of the world.

Zhong Qing pressed her advantage, deftly flicking a silver needle. The Poison Queen’s body stiffened as the needle brushed her neck and fell onto the bed. In that moment’s pause, another king bee darted forth, stinging the Poison Queen’s left shoulder. She winced in pain, delicate brows furrowing.

Zhan Ziyu lay contentedly in Dongfang Li’s embrace, yet inwardly she steeled herself—no matter what transpired, she would allow no one to harm Dongfang Li.

The Lord of Anyong was thrilled upon hearing the news—for this was the only chance to obtain a peerless treasure. He could not simply let it slip away before his eyes; impossible.

Despite Zhang Jinzhong’s side deploying over a hundred smoke bombs, the enemy was too close for them to be effective. In the chaos, the teams of Zhang Jinzhong, Lin Hao, Yun Fan, and Xi Ruo were trampled into utter disarray. In the span of a single clash, they nearly suffered total annihilation.

After purchase, the Star Battleship would emit a light wave, immediately lifting all abnormal states from the sect disciples. The next wave would refresh at midnight, and so it would continue, every midnight hence.

After a long, breathless swim underwater, Xun Mengqi finally resurfaced with Chu Xiang and the others, finding themselves on the shore of a natural limestone cave. Darkness enveloped them, the passage ahead unknown. Qiu Xi, Zhang Di, and the Ghost King entered first to explore, while the others lit a fire to dry their clothes before proceeding.

Day after day, Lin Lei was inundated with visitors—one after another, with no respite. The constant stream of guests left him utterly exasperated.

When Zhang Jinzhong next surveyed the battlefield, he found himself alone—a solitary commander amidst the ruins of war.

With this thought, Chu Xiang hurriedly put on her shoes and socks, intending to go to Cui Yao’s room and warn him to confess tonight. Yet as she reached the door, she reconsidered—if she walked down the corridor, the young lord might notice and take offense. Better to climb through the window, deliver her warning, and return the same way, thus keeping herself uninvolved and safe from blame.

As for the Chaos Divine Ape, the Winged Fire Qilin, and the Nine-Headed Golden Roc, each was a colossal being beyond imagination.

Lin Feng had only been gone ten minutes when three burly men, knives in hand, hurried past on the official road, only to find themselves at the entrance of Ghost Village.