Volume One, Chapter 38: Earning Merit—Humanoid Machine +1

Beginner-level questions are generally those that someone who has not yet qualified for alchemy but has some knowledge of it can answer. Under normal circumstances, most randomly generated questions fall within this category. Ling Yunzi didn’t want to concern himself with all the details at this moment; what he truly desired was for the Zhaigong Sect to produce a few more experts at the second level. If that happened, the sect would regain its vitality and, in due time, would surely see the rise of true masters. Then, fellow martial artists would no longer dare to bully the Zhaigong Sect.

To him, Yun He was like a reward bestowed after vanquishing King Zhen and attaining supreme power. The red candles on the windowsill had burned down to their ends. Unbeknownst to them, the two men had drunk late into the night; three empty wine jars lay on the floor. The dishes had long since grown cold, yet remained untouched, for the two had barely raised their chopsticks, choosing instead to lose themselves in drink.

When Zhao Hao approached, he saw the steward of the Zheng estate putting on a masterful performance, layer upon layer of deceit. Rage welled up within him, and a string of curses nearly escaped his lips. This must be an early-stage fifth-rank demon beast! Tang Xin stared, stunned, at the three-headed demon wolf. What was happening? It seemed that every time his own strength grew, he would encounter even more formidable beasts.

Lu Bu’s courage was undiminished from years past. Wielding his halberd, he broke straight through the enemy ranks. The sight of this inspired Ma to join the fray with renewed vigor, brandishing his silver spear like a dragon plunging into the sea, throwing Gao Fu City’s defenders into utter confusion.

“Scoundrel! If you refuse to speak, then so be it! Men, drag Li Rugui outside and behead him! From the very beginning, those who betray their brothers are to be punished by death!” Feng Wanshan, seeing that he would not reveal the truth, flew into a rage and gave the order with deadly resolve.

From their curses, it was clear that their minds remained sharp and lucid; they had not been driven to madness by Lin Tianyou and Wu Lifu’s torments, at least not yet.

Despite various measures, throngs of refugees continued to flee the city. Yet even more destitute souls stepped forward to enlist, joining the Red Turban Army with fervent hope and determination, unhesitatingly throwing in their lot with the cause.

If he managed to obtain this legendary power source, he even began to question whether he would so loyally surrender it to his master.

By now, all the Prussian soldiers had noticed the cavalry charging toward them. Thanks to the torrential rain, the thunder of hooves was magnified several times over, making it seem as though thousands of horsemen were thundering across the field in a single, overwhelming assault.

“Is there anything ready-made that I can change into right away?” Shen Qingyun asked. She truly could not stand her tattered clothes any longer; no wonder people mistook her for a beggar.

Han Sui looked at the generals gathered beneath his command, then at Cao Ang and Chu Feng. He could not help but think of Cao Cao. The disparity between himself and powerful lords like Cao Cao was simply too great.

This was one of Lu Bu’s fierce subordinates—he couldn’t let someone else rescue him; it would be best to bring him back as soon as possible.

But she was certainly no lovestruck fool; they had known each other for barely more than a month. How could there possibly be any real feelings to speak of?

“What’s the point of what you’re doing... It will only backfire…” Wang Chengfeng spoke, his voice taut with pain and difficulty.

“That’s right. Just now, President Liu was still discussing company business with me. I joked that whenever he coughs, the whole Tangshan catches a cold.” Yang Jingnian offered with a smile.

As the Fifth Elder lunged forward, the Third Elder immediately retreated—only to find his escape blocked by the Sixth Elder.

Well, it’s not that I know him all that well; his intentions are just far too obvious. Did he think a genius like me wouldn’t see right through him?

“No worries. Let’s go to a private VIP room to talk and have some drinks. I’m curious to see what tricks the Song family can pull tonight.” Boss Tang waved his hand with casual authority, exuding the calm composure of a true leader, though his subordinates couldn’t help but feel a trace of doubt.

The speaker was a prince of the Great Smelting Divine Kingdom. His talent was average and his words carried a roguish air, but relying on his royal background, he had no fear of offending the Shura Divine Kingdom.

At the same time, Feng Hao had already arrived on the eighteenth floor of the hotel. For reasons of propriety, however, this level was coded as 17A.

“By the way, what’s your name?” Feng Hao smiled. The question was a bit awkward—after all, she had been calling him “husband” and had nearly died for him, yet he was only now asking for her name.

As for the Maysfield family, though considered a prestigious clan, they occupied the lowest rung within elite circles and had long since grown used to keeping a low profile.

As I spoke, I took the black onyx and waved it gently above the rich young man’s brow.

“If you say another word like that, I’ll show you just how many layers there are in the underworld!” Ruan Muxing nearly exploded with rage.

Everyone was drawn in by Monta’s words; even Tang Tian wore a look of concentration, and Monta became all the more animated.

Upon hearing the words of the Divine Dream Celestial Lord, Lin Ming felt a trace of alarm. To alter fragile space and pierce through the Wall of Sighs to form a teleportation array—such god-like methods could not be achieved by ordinary true gods, but only by the most extraordinary among them.

Lin Ming, however, was in no hurry. These months were just what he needed to fully absorb all the insights he had gained during his year in the Divine Dream Palace.

Zhenzhen took up the scalpel, cutting through skin and muscle, collecting samples of liver, spleen, lungs, heart blood, lymph nodes, and preserved specimens of each organ in individual vials.

The parasite, driven into a frenzy, crashed about the Emperor Jiayou’s abdomen, desperately seeking an exit.

She lifted her slender, fair hand and brushed away the dark ash left by Feng Lingyue on her clothing, her face full of disdain. She had no intention of offering an apology and simply continued forward.

That sentence, like a sage preaching to the world, resounded through the heavens and swept across the earth in a single moment.

“By the way, Bai, your skills seem far superior to Will and the others. Who taught you this art?” As she spoke, Esdeath’s surprise was evident; she had sensed Bai Yu’s hidden strength from the moment they met.