Volume One, Chapter 18: The Sacrifice of the "Elder Brother"

All eyes turned toward the source of the sound, where a young boy suddenly stood, his gaze burning fiercely as he fixed on the final arena.

The mighty force of the ages descended upon the master in the Dharma Manifestation realm. Before their eyes, his flesh rapidly withered, and his jet-black hair turned white like silk.

Yet he knew that having someone to comfort you in moments of fear was better than facing it alone. At first, he wanted to say something to those around him who were scared, but in the end, he remained silent.

“Who goes there?” Hao Shen suddenly exclaimed, turning his face just in time to see a shadow flash away, with Lilith following swiftly behind.

Wang Jianren’s greatest irritation was the similarity between his name and the word “scoundrel.” He had been mocked countless times before, yet now he never expected this great wastrel to dare mock him as well.

Their goal was Chen Xuanwu. If they failed to kill him, they would never rest. Moreover, Chen Xuanwu was destined to be their future leader; even if it meant dying, they were prepared to cover his escape at all costs.

Deeper within the mine tunnels ahead, conditions grew even harsher. The workers digging there were cultivators, many hailing from the two great academies and the four holy lands or five sacred sects.

Lin Ming felt uneasy about the other party’s attitude. Though their strength was formidable, he had never endured such treatment before, and he refused to believe that mere power granted the right to speak to him in such a manner.

Of course, this was indeed difficult. Even when Zhang Fan was present, maintaining such an outcome was possible. But Zhang Fan was mortal; one day he would die. And when that day came, who knew what would happen? After all, the Han people’s attitude toward outsiders was deeply rooted and hard to change.

“Junior Brother Fang Lu, it’s Chu Huang and the others!” Luo Tie’s eyes narrowed slightly. Gazing at Chu Huang and his two companions standing tens of feet away, whose expressions had shifted subtly, his hands trembled with excitement as he spoke.

If it had been before, that would have been one matter. As the crown prince, barring accidents, he believed there was a strong chance he would ascend to that position himself.

Shortly after Zhao Yun departed, Zhang Fei executed his earlier strategy, launching decisive ambushes at two locations. Soon, the hill echoed with the thunderous cries of battle.

Therefore, it was no surprise that Keba could casually utter such blasphemous words about eliminating the queen without any hesitation.

Logically, scholars like Xu Guangqi, Bi Maokang, and Sun Yuanhua, who focused on research, should not quarrel over such matters, though it was not impossible that some harbored resentment.

Because I discovered that once I became deputy director, if I wanted to find a man of equal rank, most were over forty and already married.

His gaze, once robotic and vacant, sharpened into a blade of cold steel as it fixed upon her, as if to pierce her through.

The pit where it was buried had collapsed, and exposed roots twisted and coiled like dragons, gripping the earth firmly beneath them, unwavering in their hold.

Ten days passed. Of the original sixty-one prodigies, fifty-seven remained.

Warden Shentu glanced again at the communicator, hoping for a reply from Tie Lingxiao, but no miracle occurred. He hurried to the prison square, then passed through a portal to a distant frontline outpost.

The time forgotten by Xiao Zhimiao—the two months after awakening in the hospital—was a secret only Xie Zhi himself truly knew.

“Don’t you want Tang Sanzang? Otherwise, why would you come with me to find Bodhi, to ask where this monkey was reincarnated? Ha! You’re just like me,” Chun Sanshinang said, looking at Bai Jingjing with eyes full of mockery.

While searching for the mountain bandits’ lair, Shan Lei, Fu An, and the others saw the signal sent by Tao Qiqi and immediately headed in its direction.

After that day’s reward, the account went silent; Xia Ranran hadn’t even had a chance to say thank you.

Who was Gu Yan? The richest man in Qingcheng, heir to billions, with a priceless watch on his wrist.

Shen Fei shrugged. Fine, he’d gotten separated from his teammates. According to horror movie logic, now that he was alone, the ghost should appear any moment.

He even thought to himself: Yan Xi already asked him for living expenses. Would she continue to drive him out? Impossible. Given that he could support the household, Yan Xi should be the one inviting him back.

Jiang Ping’an bought food and clothes, lived in a spacious, bright, blue-brick house with three rooms, and used a bicycle for transportation.

Before the refusal was even finished, Fu Yuhuai had already shoved a scented pouch into the pocket of his suit.

They all knew the Golden Rat Society’s secrets were strictly guarded; no one would reveal their identities lightly for fear of death.

“This pill was previously used to cure villagers poisoned by toxic mushrooms. If nothing goes wrong, it should work,” Tao Qiqi replied.

Beneath her lay a soft “bed” mattress, fully computerized and automated, perfectly conforming to every curve of her body, relaxing every limb and bone.

But Lin Feng knew the truth: these two were summoned personally by Pigsy. If the police were truly called by Pigsy, they wouldn’t blindly trust his word alone without investigating the cause before rushing to take the two back to the public security bureau.

All the demigods halted, gasping in shock, their eyes flickering as they stared at the thousand-layered dragon coffin suspended in midair.

The Fallen Demon Lord’s voice sounded like wind-blown dust, drifting endlessly across the vast, boundless void.

He trembled as he reached out to undo the buttons on her coat. She cried, “How can you do this to me?” For the first time, she struck him.

Qu Ang looked surprised, glanced toward He Ruozhi, sniffed the air, smiled faintly, and said no more.

Xuanhe unleashed all his strength, attacking wildly as if throwing caution to the wind. The energy within his body’s meridians and acupoints had yet to dissipate fully before it was forcefully countered. Even his robust body suffered grievous wounds instantly.

Huang Xiang and the rushing Jones high-fived in celebration. Huang Xiang sneered, “We must win the match today.”

Though aware of the outcome, Lin Dao felt a twinge of regret. In the previous three contests, he had never obtained a single spiritual treasure, thus joining those left empty-handed.