Chapter Eighty-Six: Report—Someone Is Cheating Here

There was scarcely a single wild creature left in the wilderness, but fortunately the vampire did not require the blue buff, or that would have been a serious weakness. The old, low stone wall was overgrown with green vines, creating a tranquil world around the Mazu Temple. Normally, at this hour, one would hear the tinkling of water dripping by the edge of the Spring Ladle, as rhythmic as a drum, but now the spring had dried up, leaving the courtyard in utter silence.

The sword light, about an inch long, was like a bronze wall or an iron barrier, blocking all the attacking iron-plated spider wasps. On the other side, Tianzhi maintained her composure, though perhaps it was the pressure brought on by the presence of the old demon, You Peng, ahead of her.

“Damn,” Wang Jin muttered, spinning around at once. But by then, Zhang Xiang had already reached the ball, tapping it gently with the heel of his left foot to its front left. The ball changed direction, running to Wang Jin’s left. Then, with a light touch from his right foot, he sped up—faster and faster, accelerating again and again.

Simply judging by the color of their eyes, one might even suspect Robin and Murphy to be related by blood.

After leaving the infirmary, Wei Feng sped off in his car toward the Murong clan, heading there to discuss the necessary arrangements with Lord Murong.

What delighted her was that, although the man no longer needed her vitality, the two of them, naked and entwined, still shared such an intimate state that their breaths mingled, inseparable from one another.

The curse spirit screamed. It was difficult for people to fathom the harm the shadow inflicted on it; all they could see was gray and deep black writhing together, twisting and merging until each color was in the other, never to be parted again.

According to the television reports, many provinces were suffering from snow and ice disasters, with power outages in several places. This winter, manufacturers of down jackets, electric blankets, and other warming goods had already ushered in an early “spring,” prompting Professor Mo to exclaim that human calculations could never match those of heaven.

After drawing his conclusions, Jun Yan calmly spoke to Jiao Jue Luo. After a moment, both returned to solid ground, and Jiao Jue Luo could no longer restrain herself and asked him her question.

Li Mo was always busy training and had no time to paint flowers for the meager half ounce of silver a month. In this village, only Qiu Tao would come looking for her, so she’d better think of an excuse in case her absence was noticed.

Bluebeard was well aware that there was something ambiguous between Tang Fan and Wang Mudan; otherwise, why would she grant Tang Fan three wishes? Not to mention, she even gave him an invitation to the Ape-Slaying Assembly.

Xia Feng pursed his lips; if it weren’t for the circumstances, he wouldn’t have bothered scheming against Lin Yuan and the others.

Seeing Xia Feng’s attitude, Dao Lao did not insist. He continued in his slow tone, “If you need our help then, just ask.”

Ji Lingsheng frowned unconsciously, feeling uncertain about this master’s temperament. He guessed that one so powerful and long-lived would not be easy to please, but he hadn’t expected to be rebuffed so directly.

Ji Lingsheng looked slightly helpless and was about to speak when the Black Wind beside him suddenly neighed, and at the same time, the entire snowy mountain began to shake. Great masses of snow slid down, and the two at the foot of the mountain felt it keenly, as if something was darting beneath their feet.

If there remained any safe place, it was only the imperial palace in the city of Linzi. The city gates had already been seized by the Han army, the generals had died in battle, and there was no way to resist the Han army’s assault.

Moreover, perhaps after merging, his bloodline could awaken some unique potential, leading to a dramatic increase in his power.

With a single move, he conjured up a “Divine Spring.” The rarity of this thing was beyond comparison to energy amethyst—if the latter was considered valuable, then the Divine Spring was nothing short of a holy relic.

The teacup’s convex light illuminated the window, and a faint fragrance floated from the round cup, sweet yet also floral. Li Yi gently lifted the freshly brewed tea, gazing at the pure and clear red liquid that exuded a subtle aroma—this was black tea.

Yet, unlike before, the determination in the latter’s eyes seemed even deeper, as if he could now calmly face the slander and abuse from so many players.

“Indeed, when the Fisherman met Qu Yuan, he composed the Song of the Canglang and then departed,” Zhang Liang nodded faintly.

Kui Luo, the Demon Lord, tried his best to imitate Lin Yan’s tone and mannerisms, but his eyes could not hide the evil within.

She had hoped to use the hunting trip to get close to Murong Ke, but things had gone awry from the very start. Her disappointment quickly turned to anger.

Along the way, the number of guards she saw was even greater than Scotland had imagined. In addition to those in royal court uniforms, there were also men in various suits of armor bustling about the palace, arranging things everywhere.

“What’s happening to your body—” The giant eagle was about to ask, but before it could finish, a sudden change erupted around the hellhound.

The Fang family of Pingyang City—a great clan with centuries of heritage—had been attacked by an unknown powerful enemy, and in a single night was wiped out to the root. All the powerful elders in the clan, including the family head Fang Hongwei, were slaughtered without exception.

Xia Zhi’s eye twitched as he looked at the sheet of paper in his hand, densely packed with questions, not a single space left empty. He wasn’t sure he could finish them all, but he nodded nonetheless.

With nothing to do, Xia Zhi sat on the sofa playing with his phone, but there were no games on it. He had nearly given up mobile games altogether, having lost all his leisure time somewhere along the way—there was simply no time left for such things.

Last time, Wenren Sheng had already shattered this world once. This time, he didn’t want to repeat himself, as he still needed this place to practice the art of “creating something from nothing, transforming all things.”

“There’s really such a thing!” Xing Rong and Mo Tiangang both wore expressions of surprise, for the devouring ability of the Sacred Clan was the most unique in the universe.