Volume 1, Chapter 47: Auditing the Accounts

This humanoid entity, condensed from the power of chaos, possessed no face; in place of eyes, there were only two dark, hollow sockets. Even its body was entirely chaotic, save for its hands, where the five fingers were distinctly and vividly manifested.

Watching the robust man's retreating figure, Xiao Zhang did not give chase. Instead, he turned his gaze toward the Ape Spirit, a fierce and savage glint flashing in his eyes. Catching the big man could wait; their original objective had always been the supreme treasure held by Long Potian. Now that everything had been brought to light, he no longer intended to maintain any pretense.

With these words, Liyou stepped forward, half of his body sinking into the void. Suddenly, a gentle breeze swept past, and he vanished without a trace. Before Qianye could utter a sound, Gu Qingmei stopped her. Feeling Gu Qingmei’s slender fingers brush against her arm, Qianye felt a soft surge of energy gently pull her back.

Pondering for a moment, she hurriedly scrambled down from the tree, clumsily pulling on her half-dried clothes, her tattered socks, and straw sandals. She tied another pair of straw sandals and hung them around her waist, then broke into a run, following the direction those people had taken down the mountain.

The first page recorded the ninth lifetime of Lin Xiao—the love, the righteousness, the bonds, and the grievances of that existence. Lin Xiao had to personally experience every single one of them to comprehend the sword strike that pierced through space and time.

Drawing closer, the crimson glow grew increasingly intense, and the points of light gradually expanded. Looking into the distance, from the very source of the red light, a gigantic crimson figure loomed faintly.

A smile slowly blossomed on Zhu Yan'er's face as she raised her hand and brought it down in a slashing motion. A bizarre wave of red spiritual energy swept downward, stirring up dust across the ground. Although the two of them had been extremely restrained in their movements, relying purely on the shifts in their stances to win, anyone struck by this aura would undoubtedly suffer dearly.

"Just as I thought!" Jun Yixiao muttered to himself, realizing his judgment was correct. With a sudden stomp of his foot, he leaped away from the colossal rock beast he had been standing upon, and crushed it to death using the Seal of the Chaotic World.

Others might not know what the "Yellow Silver Elixir Codex" was, but to cultivators who practiced the arts of alchemy, it was nothing less than a supreme treasure among treasures. Gu Yuxing knew little about the Dao of Alchemy and dared not speak rashly, but upon seeing Gu Qing's expression, he prudently stepped back and waited to the side.

The more Song Ruyu considered the matter, the more feasible she felt the venture was. She began to calculate the right time to make a trip out.

Expressionless, he stared at the deceased Dr. Xu, letting out a cold snort. At the same time, a heavy burden lifted from his heart, as if a major threat had finally been eradicated.

If he refused, it was of no great consequence anyway. He had already publicly declared that Jin Duoduo was to be restored to the family lineage; no doubt, it would not be long before the entire cultivation world learned of everything Jin Batian had announced today.

Yang Xuan stood suspended in mid-air, his eyes closed as if entirely oblivious to the external world, his mind utterly immersed in the Dao of Yin and Yang.

Perhaps some people truly possessed unique talents, while others, no matter how hard they strived, could never achieve a breakthrough—one could only say they had done their utmost.

As Yang Xuan spoke, his gaze swept across the earth beneath his feet, or rather, the majestic Demon-Subduing Immortal Mountain.

In the grand hall, after a thorough discussion among the elders concerning the Jin family, all eyes turned uniformly toward Ye Qiu.

Everything before him exceeded his expectations, filling him with profound shock while simultaneously leaving him shrouded in confusion and bewilderment.

Yet Night Snow's hands continued to gently massage Ling Yu's legs, filling him with deep gratitude and warmth.

At this moment, he still had no idea that Yu Liang’s somewhat peculiar attitude since the previous night had already led him completely astray. He remained unaware that his initial guess had actually been correct; it was not Yu Liang who coveted Jiangzhou, but the Emperor himself, and he was merely a pawn used by the Emperor to mislead Yu Liang.

He had not expected, however, that Lin Feiyang’s ambition would be so boundless, aiming to swallow up every single oilfield owned by the company in one gulp.

That was the exclusive ability of the demon faction, capable of sacrificing military units and channeling their energy into one or more demons.

In this barren land along the borders of the principality, Tier 7 was already considered the pinnacle of combat strength.

As time flowed on, this aura grew increasingly dense, until eventually, it was no longer any weaker than the "Strange Mist."

Yet Yingying was so pure and faultless, and he had been far too hasty, fearing he might frighten her. Therefore, he could only proceed step by step, taking his time.

Hua Qishan glanced at the horse's back; there had been very little cargo to begin with, and he had no idea where Yan Yueming had managed to procure the extra items.

"You—what are you spouting nonsense for! I have no idea what you're talking about." He Yizhi collapsed limply onto the ground, his hands frantically pushing against the earth as he scrambled backward.

If he could use this connection to meet the Saint-Radiant King, his safety would be granted a much greater guarantee.

Some people directly lost their nerve; hiking across the mountain ranges on foot was far less practical than simply returning to school.

Cui Yu, however, could not summon any favorable impression of her. Though her smile was exceedingly pretty, in his eyes, it felt far too artificial.

Therefore, these NPCs in the current metaverse—who seemingly appeared "no different from ordinary people"—were maintaining that bizarre state of "having high enough intelligence to understand Lao Dai's performance, yet deliberately acting as if they hadn't comprehended it at all."

The logic was sound, but expressing it aloud still felt somewhat awkward. Lin had never encountered a situation like this, and facing the contract handed over by Li Shou, for a moment, she had no idea how to respond.

While they were talking, the visitors from hell had finished their takeout meals and, under the guidance of Bai Qi and Huang Chao, embarked on their very first venture into web surfing.

Next came the pre-battle "trash-talking" phase of the two duelists. Wu Zetian cursed the Buddha as a bald donkey taking advantage of a crisis, while the Buddha did not hold back either, accusing Wu Zetian of bullying the weak and incompetent Jade Emperor, interfering in heavenly court politics, and acting as a curse upon the realm.

"Look at what you're saying; just because you don't know how doesn't mean I don't! I know how to roll out noodles, and I guarantee what I make will be delicious and chewy. Don't you worry, leave it to me!" Second Sister put aside her needlework and set about preparing the meal.