Chapter 52: Reconciliation and Forgiveness

Scattered around at roughly two kilometers from Jiang Yang, neither too far nor too close, they watched him from there.

“Today is the sixteenth day of the third lunar month, the Dragon Raises Its Head festival. The herb you gathered is just right to dispel corpse poison,” said Quanshui.

Upon entering the platform, Yuan Jie did not teleport immediately. He surveyed the surroundings; despite the shroud of demonic energy, his vision remained unaffected.

But what about later? Thinking of the Mummified King, the advanced stages of Yin Hun, the Vampire King, the Corpse Witch King, the terrifying knights… bone dragons… ghost dragons… and even the possibility of uncovering the blueprint for the Holy Dragon in the future made Jiang Yang’s scalp tingle with dread.

“Phew, this is too complicated!” Jiang Yang couldn’t help but cover his nose and take a couple of steps back from the swirling toxic mist before him, giving it space. This was already the fourth boss-level monster he had encountered, just as he had anticipated.

“However, it’s a pity. It seems no matter what, you will always obstruct my plans. Otherwise, considering you wield that weapon, I wouldn’t have come down hard,” the other party said immediately.

“Ah Jian, haha, I just got back to the dorm,” their familiarity had grown into an affectionate camaraderie.

“But the big pot only contains clear broth. Where’s the meat?” I asked my uncle, eyeing the large pot.

The blind elder was envious of his possessions and wanted his second son to become the leader of the You clan, coveting the treasures bestowed by Emperor Yao. So he devised a scheme: sending Shun to repair the granary with mud while secretly setting it ablaze from below once Shun was atop.

The moon slowly disappeared behind the clouds as the mountain wind rustled through the forest sea, tearing off the half-yellow leaves of early autumn, twisting and falling like they were soaked in blood.

Almost able to hear his own heartbeat, Liu Jinu calmed his breath and quietly felt Shouer’s pulse.

At that moment, Satan suddenly recalled something: at the last World’s Greatest Martial Arts Tournament, the fighting champion Puff also participated but didn’t even make it to the top eight.

Countless afterimages flickered faintly, only subtle distortions in the air could be seen, but the actual combat was impossible to discern.

Panting, Xue Tao dashed up to the fifth floor and, without catching his breath, pulled out a key to open the dorm door. Bang! Kicking the door aside, Xue Tao lunged toward the computer by the window.

In truth, Tianze couldn’t understand it. Wolves are unlike bears, tigers, or lions, which have strong territorial instincts and don’t allow others into their domain. Wolves are more like hunters—cunning and sly. If they can’t win a fight, they flee and wait for an opportunity to ambush.

“Old lecher, is everything you said true? Has the Great Demon King Bick really destroyed several cities?” Bulma’s trembling voice came through.

It even moved on its own. Zhao Zheng was astonished but suddenly a thought surfaced: the warning wooden bird.

Of course, the warship was reluctant to bombard the Star God vessel. The failure to obtain gene modification technology was a major reason. Had they launched a massive cannon assault from the start, the Star God ship wouldn’t have survived. But to acquire the gene tech, the warship chose capture over destruction, providing the Star God ship a chance to counterattack.

Since they decided to buy a car outright, the two skipped the crowded rest area on the right, heading straight to the central counter. Yet they still faced a long queue—eight rows stretching all the way to the door.

His face was deathly pale, devoid of color. His body felt weightless, almost as if the wind might knock him over.

Froast was in agony and about to release a furious roar when Esdeth’s hand emitted a chilling aura, instantly freezing his mouth shut.

Nuo Opera, also called Ghost Opera, is the oldest Han ritual dance to worship gods, exorcise ghosts, and ward off plagues.

When Fang Shaoyun raised his weapon, he saw many lifeboats stuck in the ground ahead, and even burning fragments of a spaceship.

But that was Ash’s testing ground, and Ash had long been dealt with. Who might be waiting for him then remained unknown.

Her dignity trampled beneath merciless feet, rage consumed her reason. Pan Zishan roared, “Liu Yuli, I’m fighting you to the death!” Rolling up her sleeves, she charged toward Liu Yuli.

“My neural link with BT improves daily. With Fang Shaotian’s assistance, we successfully killed Kane, a mercenary working for IMC.”

Seeing Lin Hai already waiting there, Yu Qingyun halted, clearly still haunted by the tribal chief’s demand for her to bear a child.

Fan Xian and Lin Wan’er were about to visit the Empress, the nominal head of the harem, at Kunning Palace, but unexpectedly ran into Fan Ruoruo.

Kangxi understood the full situation but could only fight the ministerial factions alone, devising ways to dismantle their hopes bit by bit.

“Don’t worry, I know a little. This teleportation array probably doesn’t lead too far. I suspect it’s another secret realm!” Sheng Yue’s voice was clear and confident.

Shen Yuechen looked at the gold and silver threads embroidered on the edges of the dresses, finding them slightly dazzling.

Because this man, Dongfang Shuai, was the young lord of Lingxiao Palace, one of the three great powers of the heavenly realm. If he saw Jun Qianxi and her group rescue those rude men, he wouldn’t care what faction they belonged to—he’d just eliminate them to vent his anger.

Feng Ruohuang’s words were agreed upon by everyone present. Although their contracts were with some insignificant magical beasts, those beasts were all willing participants.