Chapter 41 (Part One)

The newcomer had short brown hair with two strands of orange locks hanging over his forehead, swaying slightly in the breeze. His facial features were quite decent, and the corners of his mouth bore an elusive, frivolous smile. His darting, agile eyes gave him a slick and glib appearance.

Perhaps the Lady Li had not yet realized that Qiu'er was a discarded piece of chess, but regardless of the situation, being able to personally select people from a slave trader was a good thing.

"You don't need to worry, miss. No matter what, he is a practitioner, so he won't be injured so easily," Xuanrun Mu comforted her upon seeing her worried expression.

However, he did not speak up, choosing instead to remain quiet and observe how things would unfold.

As for when the ancient demonic essence would erupt, everything depended on luck, making it crucial to constantly guard the major eruption points.

The subtext was: Today, another servant has acted with such audacity. Will you suffer punishment together, or will you obey the true master and open the gate?

At this moment, the observing demon race warriors finally realized just how brutal this battle truly was. With every single blade strike, the swordsman could easily slaughter a Heavenly King realm cultivator. Yet by this point, he had already thrown over a few thousand strikes, still unable to slay his Divine King realm enemy.

Originally, there had been some demonic beast corpses behind the thicket, but this massive black ox did not bother to collect them anymore, nor did it want any of the carcasses within the surrounding area. Though it was busy with another task, its mind remained entirely fixed upon that miraculous golden fruit.

Huangfu Bei'er parked her car outside the iron gates, and the people inside opened them, letting her pass directly without asking a single question.

"I'm here, I'll go make arrangements for the eldest miss right away." The gatekeeper panicked as well, turning to fetch the carriage driver who had already retired for the night, only to be startled by a swirl of red shadows hurtling toward him, causing him to shriek in terror and stumble backward.

However, once their number reached ten or more, the continuous barrage of incoming magic would let adventurers truly understand the might of spells. Even if a single spell could not inflict much damage upon you, hundreds or thousands of them combined would inevitably defeat your enemy.

"Heh heh, how do you like it? What do you think of the final guardian I've prepared for your esteemed sect?" While emitting a weird, ghoulish chuckle, Elder Yinli inwardly sighed at the shallow foundation of the Nine Hells True Demonic Sect. He had originally thought he could slaughter the entire field this time and catch them off guard with his disciples' various bizarre techniques.

"Oh?" Hearing Xia Zheng's words, Chi Liankong suddenly realized that, indeed, ever since he had appeared, that Nine-Baby had been howling frantically there, most likely just trying to intimidate him.

This "Blood Soul Demonic Lotus" was a treasure she had meticulously nurtured for many years, and she had been waiting for the right moment to use it to give her a crucial boost. Yet now, it had actually been devoured by the fierce spirit within the sword, driving her to the absolute zenith of rage.

How could a natal treasure be casually given away to others...?! Furthermore, if the Great Emperor Ciguang was willing to part with his natal treasure and bestow it upon Daoist Woman Bomu, what kind of relationship existed between the two of them?

At this very moment, everyone was exerting their utmost strength to resist the suppressing force of this blood-red skeleton, their faces turning extremely unsightly and contorted in absolute agony.

"Explode for me!" Powerful sword intents condensed around Yun Hao's body, and he charged wildly toward each of the skeletons, bombarding them fiercely.

"Yo, Manager Li, our manager is in the back courtyard. To tell you the truth, the mistress has fallen ill, and he is currently keeping her company," the clerk named Erzi said obsequiously.

Thinking of this, Brother Qiu's expression inevitably turned a bit depressed as he lowered his head and slowly ate his food.

An Ling did not like the smell of this smoke; in fact, she found it somewhat repulsive, and she instinctively stepped back a few more paces to distance herself from him.

Mu Qing, usually so calm, also had his eyes reddened with murderous intent. Even his Zhuge fan had lost several feather runes, leaving it tattered and damaged.

Mu Xia froze for a few seconds. He had never imagined that Mudong had actually fallen in love with him from the very first moment they met.

Emperor Yongtai rarely ventured out of the imperial palace, and he was quite reluctant to leave. Upon stepping out of the Ministry of Works, he traveled in disguise with Lin Jia to the capital's renowned tavern, the Star-Plucking Tower.

蕭何 could not be happier, hastily lowering his head to passionately kiss those warm, soft lips, capturing their intoxicating and sweet fragrance.

The energy consumption of the base was massive. Normally, it only supplied basic drinking water, let alone heating. Having a place to shelter from the wind and snow was already fortunate enough; lighting could simply be ignored, and they could just fumble about in the dark.

Recalling the appearance of Zhizhi that he had seen earlier, Su Jin felt resentful once again. Why would a purple ganoderma that had attained sentience choose to turn itself into the shape of a piece of dung? Could it be that she was playing at cosplay?

When I encountered the vicious ghost yesterday, the very first entity that popped into my mind was the person who pressed me down onto the bed night after night.

Mother He's eyes flickered. The moment this young woman introduced herself, a sense of familiarity had already washed over her. Upon hearing that she lived next door and shared the surname Zhao, everything clicked almost instantly.

The evening weather was different from when she had arrived in the morning; a northwest wind had picked up, bringing with it a bone-chilling cold.

All around were lanterns of various colors, most notably dragon lanterns. A dragon lantern made of dozens of connected lanterns was twisting and parading through the streets, drawing cheers from the crowds. Some townspeople even placed their small toddlers atop their shoulders for a better view.

The Immortal realm could be broken through at any time, but heavenly tribulations could not be summoned at just any random moment.

"No, no, Sister Tianmi, don't listen to my second brother's nonsense," Lin Yuting said with a bashful expression.

The mandatory job assignment system had not been abolished yet, and since they were students from Peking University, finding a job after graduation was exceedingly easy. Naturally, there were still distinctions between good and bad jobs, and more ambitious individuals would even choose to forgo the school's job placements and start their own businesses.