Volume 1, Chapter 38: The Hunt Is Set

On the West Bank, in Green River Town, at the New Wangshu Pavilion. Zhao Fusheng had temporarily entrusted Mu Qingqing to the demon clan residing there. With Manager Hu and Manager Hou both present, and word that the Qingqiu Tu clan had also dispatched members to stand guard, this place was clearly safer than Green Cloud Mountain in the short term. After all, the mountain rules there were strict: "Disciples guarding the mountain shall not ascend to the summit without the express permission of the hall masters!"

"In that case, in the name of the God King and the resolve of all the gods, I grant you deification," Fang Xin declared, his voice echoing like rolling thunder.

By now, Li Badao’s ferocity had finally been ignited. He shouted a brief instruction and charged directly into the heart of the Luotian Realm’s profound warrior army.

The happiest moment of the day had arrived again. Through the window, I saw Mi Cai jogging toward me. She had finally finished work. Recently, she seemed to have fallen in love with this routine of taking the bus combined with a jog to reach me, so she no longer wore high heels, opting instead for the sneakers I had bought for her.

The enemy could only raise his gun and fire wildly at Lin Shixiong, who brandished a steel plate, effortlessly deflecting every bullet.

"Brother Liu, if the other side pulls out guns, can this thing suppress them?" several grease-stained brothers asked skeptically.

At this point, fill a pot with water—deep enough—and set it to boil. During this time, you can slice a century egg. By the time you finish, wait a moment, and the water should be boiling.

Lin Shixiong dodged repeatedly, barely avoiding the overwhelming ice storm. He felt miserable; from the beginning, he had not unleashed his fire abilities, fearing that exposing his true identity would lead the fortress to suspect him, the fake Red Lotus.

Liu Kan pondered this, a glimmer of anticipation rising in his heart. If the world were truly to fall into chaos, this fellow would be capable of holding the line on his own.

Robio’s gaze swept over the soldiers, and he was quite satisfied with their state. He blew a sharp whistle, and the scattered soldiers immediately ran back, gathering before the truck in surprisingly neat rows.

I did not respond to Le Yao again, as that topic had been raised merely to ease the tension, and as Zhou Zhaokun drew nearer, there was no point in continuing it.

She didn't even need to be provoked; the old lady was already furious. This couldn't be blamed on Old Mrs. Shen; she couldn't imagine the consequences for the Shen family if, having already lost Shen Tiqing as a cash cow, they were to lose a child with a natural talent for farming as well.

"My name? You aren't qualified to know it." Ye Hongfei didn't even spare him a glance; he lit a cigarette and began to smoke as if no one else were there.

The room's light struck the blade, reflecting into Liu Xing’s eyes and blinding him momentarily.

In truth, there was nothing to apply. Beixi’s features were already too exquisite; adding anything anywhere felt like gilding the lily—a superfluous gesture that left the makeup artist at a loss. In the end, they could only focus on her hairstyle and clothing.

"I’ll do it!" Qinglian picked up the heavy wooden mallet. In ancient warfare, this was a weapon capable of killing even through armor. Now that the Big Black Bull was encased in profound ice, a strike from this could still prove effective.

Everything returned to the starting point: the goal of becoming a Soul Saint. To become a Soul Saint, one had to successfully ascend to the heavens and become one of the Divine Origin Heavens. Liu Ying had always been striving toward this goal.

He had been gone for three or four days, and he was still thinking of messaging her? He couldn't be making some inappropriate request, could he?

If she didn't do this, Great Aunt Shen, having lost money, would refuse to go home. The amount of money earned each day wasn't much, but whenever Great Aunt Shen won, she was as happy as if it were the New Year.

She rarely took the initiative; usually, it was Ou Qihe who was proactive in their intimacy. Though Ou Qihe appeared resistant on the surface, he was secretly delighted. Especially in the office, he had even imagined this scene, though he had envisioned himself initiating the kiss, not this delightful surprise.