Volume 1, Chapter 29: Skeleton Pitcher

Lin Yi stared intently at the seven newly available, unbuilt structures, a surge of anticipation rising within him.

The group looked on closely and realized that the cultivation levels of the newcomers were quite ordinary; only the leaders were experts at the Divine Connection Realm, with the strongest among them being no more than at the peak of that same realm.

Currently serving as a maid, Xi Liangyan made such a confident request to the Monarch of Southern Liang that it sparked widespread discussion and admiration.

Barely a quarter of an hour later, over a hundred masters from the Eastern Depot escorted Du Bian out of Lianzhou Prefecture, galloping toward the borders of the Kingdom of Annam.

Fu Tingyuan opened the car door and stepped out gracefully. Luo Nanchu’s smile stiffened as she watched him walk past her toward the villa.

The orcs, both male and female, held her in deep respect and affection; when they learned of her death, they were overcome with profound sorrow.

"Uh..." At that moment, he could not help but think: did the television dramas of the past not frequently feature the ruse of a thief crying "thief"?

As Tang Yi walked toward the villa, he pondered this question. Yet, in his memories, Tang Qing’s figure always appeared blurred. Back then, he had not paid her much attention, and now, trying to recall her, he found no clear memory at all.

Just as He Bai and Li Min were attempting to stabilize Yingchuan, new military intelligence arrived from Suanzao. Not long ago, the Emperor had been forced to flee the capital, Luoyang, and Dong Zhuo had set fire to the palaces, government offices, and civilian homes. Within a radius of over two hundred miles around Luoyang, not even a chicken or dog was left alive.

An old man, well over sixty, sat slumped on the ground, wailing. Had one not known the truth, anyone seeing him would have felt a pang of pity.

Lu Mu had not run very far when he encountered Man Zhan’s troops. Seeing the commander’s banner rushing toward him, Man Zhan was startled.

Most importantly, this was already common knowledge... Everyone wanted to know which of the two was truly superior.

Of course, this was Huo Ziyin projecting his own prowess as the standard. In theory, alchemist ranks on the Zhuwu Continent were divided into twelve levels: the first six were the lower levels, and the latter six were known as the upper levels. Attaining the upper levels was the dream of every alchemist.

After deliberation, Wenren Mingyu finally completed all the trades and secured the nine map fragments. Seeing his satisfied expression, the Demon Lords present all knew that they had been swindled quite heavily by this old fox.

"What do you want to do? Don't come any closer! I still have several fellow disciples in the private room. If you dare lay another finger on me, you’ll be dead soon!" the man stammered, trembling with fear.

Walking through the campus, the sound of his own footsteps echoed from time to time, which made him feel slightly uncomfortable, though it was not a major issue for him.

"This cannot go on," Wang Zhi thought to himself. He acted immediately; instead of heading toward the door, he ran in the opposite direction. Before long, he had gathered some vegetable oil and clothing.

Following Ivan’s final words, Fichenuo collapsed to the ground, curled into a ball, and fell completely still.

Duan Lang deliberately changed the subject. According to the Records of the Shadowers, the Shadower Token could only be identified by other Shadowers and was unknown to outsiders, so Duan Lang was not afraid of his lie being exposed.

"Uh! I was wrong! I was truly wrong! Please, have mercy and tell me!" Situ Xuan pleaded, nearly begging.

"As expected of an Emperor’s collection; I fear even the most prestigious noble families do not possess such items." The noble families were indeed powerful, but only a few among them had ever produced an Emperor-level cultivator.

Shortly after dinner, the group gathered one after another in Li Tianchou’s house. Having apparently heard that their leader was about to begin reclaiming territory, they all lingered, making small talk and refusing to leave.