Volume One, Chapter 29: Recruitment

Warden Chen was quite confident in himself. The murderous aura he exuded was something most people dared not meet head-on; he was even capable of subduing tigers and lions with his bare hands. Within the yamen, the bailiffs never dared to look him in the eye or even breathe loudly in his presence. Yet, this drunkard before him seemed completely unafraid.

"Good, you have some guts. But whether you have the skill to kill a tiger is not for you to decide," the Warden said. "Go, fetch Head Constable Wang. If you cannot defeat him, you certainly cannot kill a tiger, and you shall receive no reward." Chen gestured for someone to bring over a larger chair and sat down in the prison to wait.

"Heh... you really think I came here for the reward..."

When Wu Fan and Di Hao appeared beyond the starry sky of Yangyuan Star, Di Hao spoke a few words to Wu Fan and immediately vanished. Meanwhile, the Demon Ancestor Yao Cheng had already launched several sparks of the Demon God's Heart Fire, and the Demon Lord Chao Yunxiong had long since ordered his subordinates to unleash their demon flames.

The weapon’s performance was excellent, with superior capabilities, especially its unquestionable precision; however, it came at a price.

Su Run’s poison stirred memories of the past in High Chief Lan. Coincidentally, a clansman doing business elsewhere in the Qian Kingdom brought back startling news: Tang Qi, master of the Stacked Stone Manor in Gun Province, had been afflicted with the Fatal Gu.

Due to the extreme difficulty of the surgery and to avoid disrupting the operating room, Peng Dewang did not summon all the young surgical residents as he had during Ye Xiu’s last operation.

Its tail lashed about, the spear-like tip emitting a piercing, buzzing sound.

"Alright, reset the cameras, let’s shoot a few more takes. Since the boss has such high standards for his own performance, we should strive to keep up, right?" Chen Jiashang said with a playful grin.

The opening ceremony’s red carpet and related activities were indeed quite dull, so Zhou Bai and Fan Ye chatted away happily, paying little attention to what the speakers on stage were saying.

"Yuan-yuan!" Zhou Bai called out twice, but he could not find Yuan Quan, nor did anyone answer.

If not for the existence of masters at the Divine Realm on the American continent, would Augustus and his companions have been able to escape?

Thus, Gui Jianle and his group felt a sense of advantage. The Yin-煞 malevolent energy allowed them to recover their strength, but what about Wu Fan? What did he have to rely on for recovery? This time, Wu Fan, you are likely to die here.

Although others were unaware, those from Huashan knew the secret. The one who knew it was the person on Huashan who had long harbored a secret love for True Person Miaoyin. It just so happened that this senior had discussed these matters with Murong Bai, and Murong Bai held this senior in high regard.

"Everyone knows that, but no one expected them to attack last night," Cheng Sheng said, immediately taking over Hu Hao’s point.

In response, the strange crimson figure chose silence. Yet, in a mere instant, it launched itself at the cultivator Chen Kong in an even more direct manner.

"Scoundrel, come out! I demand a duel!" Dao Yang roared in fury. If it could have pried open the lid of the Hundred Flavor Cauldron, it would have charged in without hesitation to tear Ji Zilong to shreds.

Wrinkles had appeared at the corners of her eyes, and her temples had turned gray. She looked like a person nearing the end of her days.

Zhong Jinyun, standing to the side, had been thoroughly confused, but upon seeing Scar approach, he felt as if he understood everything.

Lou Yun’s lethal sword strike was caught by her with ease. Ling Mo had once blocked this move, but it had left him with internal injuries. Back then, Lou Yun had used a wooden sword, whereas now he wielded the Ice Clarity Sword, ranked in the top ten of the Hundred Weapons List.

However, the most striking features of Xiao Yu were her slender, shapely jade legs and wasp waist. Her physique was remarkably well-proportioned.

"It is over two meters thick and divided into three layers. It will likely take a long time to open it completely," Kairiqi said to his Emperor.

These seabirds and fish were not meant for eating; it appeared they were offerings for the Water Demon.

It was said the Prince had a bed-warming maid who had been by his side for over a dozen years without ever gaining a formal title. She remained the Prince’s head maid, serving him personally in the Hanmo Pavilion, known as Haitang.

Upon hearing this, Robin immediately retracted her foot, which had been about to step out of the room, and slammed the door shut. She then crossed her hands and used her Devil Fruit power to conjure an eye and an ear outside the door to keep watch.

Du Yuexi witnessed this and found it strange; it was the first time Mistress Sun had been so solemn, and the matter was truly suspicious.

Zhang Guilan had been living with her younger sister; without any worries or the need to labor, her skin had lightened and she had gained some weight. Her face looked smoother, and unlike the worn-out rags of the past, she was now wearing new clothes.

Jin Jiansheng had been hiding in his room since yesterday, terrified that his father would see him and give him a beating. When he heard his mother screaming for help, his conscience pricked him and he opened the door, but the moment he saw the glinting kitchen knife before his mother, his courage completely vanished.

Gong Shoucheng had been keeping a close eye on Wan Qi. As soon as he asked that question, he clearly felt a change in Wan Qi’s expression—though the shift was subtle.

Li Jingui’s shouting could be heard not just throughout the ward, but all the way down the corridor. Everyone knew that this old woman had been operated on by the Director himself, and that she was some sort of relative of Director Lin.

The seats behind Wan Qi suddenly shifted; the backrests of the two rows of seats slowly folded down, lowering to the same level as the seats themselves. The two rows aligned, eventually forming a flat, wide bed.

Its eyes were fixed directly on the pile of dead flesh on the ground—or, more accurately, on the heap of the mutated beast, which had fainted and whose state of life or death was uncertain.

Bei Mingxie did not want to come into conflict with Jiang Yixing, at least not at this moment. He would endure what he could; it was merely a matter of sequence, so why not let him have his way?

He flicked his braided topknot in a flamboyant manner and glanced gloomily toward a corner, the purple light in his pupils turning even more wicked and playful.

A shooting had occurred that day involving quite a number of people, so one could see police cars patrolling the streets from time to time, and plainclothes officers were ready to stop and question anyone walking by.

Since transmigrating, he had discovered that the "beacon fires teasing the feudal lords" had already occurred twice, so he reinforced the beacon tower guards and ordered Jin Wu to deploy troops along the Jing River, tasking the monarchs of the four states of Ying and Deng to keep a close watch on Marquis Shen.

The shops, however, were different; they were taxed in "tax pills" based on a percentage of their revenue—twenty percent of their normal operating income—collected once a month.