Chapter 41

"Do you have any other requirements for the materials to be acquired? With the connections and various channels we currently possess, we can sweep the market clean of these materials within a month at most," said Zhu Erpang.

He glanced back at the black-robed Demon General, whose once-upright posture had vanished, replaced by a frail, withered, and hunched figure. It was clear that the poison administered by Bu Qianhuai was the "Age-Induced Decay" derived from an eighth-rank divine ability. While it could not claim a life instantly, in the current state of the battlefield, the difference was negligible.

She dared not squander the soul power within the Phoenix Feather again. Watching the white ape draw ever closer, she suddenly charged forward.

The skeleton was the wife of Cheng Zao, but her personality was sharp-tongued and prone to jealousy. Upon seeing Cheng Zao with Shen Cui, she grew resentful, which led to a misunderstanding that resulted in her killing Shen Cui. Later, for unknown reasons, she herself was murdered by someone. Even after both had turned into vengeful spirits, they still viewed each other as bitter enemies.

Pushing the door open and entering, the two men inside caught sight of Murong Qingran and knelt respectfully. "Greetings, Master."

"Ji Yin, I knew you were here outside the city earlier. I immediately ordered the Imperial Preceptor to send men to find you, but they failed. Both the Imperial Preceptor and I have been deeply worried about your safety. Now that you have been found, for your own protection, stay by the Imperial Preceptor's side," came the voice of Beiming Yu.

With no other choice, Sun Wukong had to crouch and hide in the tall grass, waiting for the right moment to activate "Prophet's Dominion."

Murong Qingran gently patted Qi Yu’s back, comforting him. "Yu'er, the fact that you could survive such an ordeal is something I truly admire. With me here from now on, I will never let you suffer any harm again."

This was Yun Luoyang’s fourth E-Q combo; he activated his second W dash to reach Riven’s side and took her out with a single basic attack.

Ye Tian gave them a reassuring look. He wasn't worried about the police officer refusing to let Luo Li and the others go, as he knew Li Jian was targeting him personally.

"What should we do now?" Zang Ba asked, looking toward Zhang Huang and Shan Fu, for among those in the room, these two were the most knowledgeable and resourceful.

"Brother Tuoba, why don't you stay at our Wu family estate tonight? I'm a bit afraid," Wu Qingcheng said softly.

Many human cultivators had gathered within a hundred miles of the black mountain, including not only experts from major factions but also many wandering martial artists.

But as the image of Han Siqi and Li Xiaomeng being intimate flashed through her mind, her footsteps on the stairs involuntarily became heavier.

Those martial experts, who had never anticipated that Ye Linfeng would be so swift and carry a terrifying thunder orb as he charged behind them, all perished in the ensuing explosion.

"Humans, I have already hidden all my treasures; you will never find them." Long Ying assumed that Tuoba Ye and his group had come to the Endless Mountains in search of immortal herbs and materials.

A soul from Earth, even if it had accepted some of the memories and concepts of this world, could not fully adapt to its mindset. He did not realize that a family could hold such absolute authority over its members.

Although Lady Qingcheng did not necessarily have ulterior motives—after all, they were strangers to one another, unaware of each other's identities, and there was no basis for any hidden agenda.

Although the Great Golden Peng King coveted the throne of Emperor Yulan, he would not gamble with the foundation of the Yulan Empire's national destiny. Before repelling the Demon Sect, he truly did not wish for major upheavals within the imperial court.

"It’s the genuine article. What, do you find it hard to believe? Hello? Hello? Damn it! They actually hung up on me!!" Murong He looked at his phone, feeling a headache. He figured Yu Cheng must be in a hurry to share the good news with Lanlan. Fine, it saved him the trouble.

Mao Leiyan looked back. The archers were all masked, but based on the direction the sound came from, she still locked onto one figure in black. She understood his meaning: she was not to sleep, for tonight would surely feature a thrilling spectacle. She nodded lightly at the figure in black, returned to the front of the room, and pushed the door open.

Qingli glanced at the hand on her arm and frowned slightly, though she said nothing as she led her into the Prince Jin’s mansion.

He set the washed plate aside, his rich, magnetic voice resonating in her ear, his cool lips brushing against her earlobe.

The next morning, while Mao Leiyan was still deep in sleep, she was jolted awake. A cold, strange aura permeated the surroundings. As a member of the Mao family, she understood exactly what this chill signified. It was a zombie, and not an ordinary one at that.

A recurrence of an old injury? I remember he seemed to have been hurt before; did the wound worsen during this mission?

"You've already said that many times; I could recite it by heart now," Mao Leiyan poked his back in protest.

He knew clearly that Bo Yi was right. Ever since the British "Centurion" tanks and American M48 tanks captured by the Volunteers during the Fifth Campaign were transported back to the country, the relevant departments had launched a series of comparative tests.

Lin Xiang saw it too, but that only proved the black man’s character was indeed poor. However, the sports car was parked right there, authentic and real, making his claim of being wealthy quite credible.