Chapter 53

Then he continued to study the items on the table, occasionally looking up at his wives and concubines to ponder how to adorn these ethereal, fairy-like beauties.

"Indeed, Mother Zhang, how could the fragmented jade left by my father possibly match the half passed down in your family?" Hearing Mother Zhang mutter to herself, everyone was naturally baffled and dumbfounded. Ah-Hui and Zhang Ying, in particular, kept pressing her, eager to hear the full story.

Meanwhile, Zhang Zimo had recovered as well. Teaming up with Su Xiangming once again, they managed to slay three more C-class ghosts, though this time both Zimo and Xiangming sustained some injuries.

Lin Dongyu followed closely behind Lin Qingxue, and the three of them marched proudly and valiantly toward the entrance of the police station.

After washing up, he headed to the dining hall accompanied by Laifu and Laicai. Just as he stepped out of the side hall, a sudden, booming clap of thunder startled him.

At this moment, Luo Songren lay flat on the ground, his vision pitched in total darkness. Only the echoes of Liuli's weeping and wailing reverberated in his ears. He felt resentment; he felt defiance—defiance against his fate, defiance against the heavens. "O Supreme Deity, why must you treat me thus? Why are you so cruel to me?" he pondered, his body feeling as though suspended in a boundless void.

Lin Yaohua's siblings responded immediately, each crowding around him with their spouses and children.

Had it not been for his excessive debauchery, wretched character, and mediocre cultivation, he would have long since inherited the position of the sect leader of Wutai.

Subsequently, the group resumed their patrol. After clearing out the Shangcheng International district, they headed toward the adjacent Oriental Commercial City.

No matter what, the Ghost Emperor's defiance of the heavens was inextricably linked to the time when, driven to desperation, he inadvertently stumbled into the Semi-Divine Dao Pool.

"Are you certain your Righteousness Fruit grows near a Buddhist sanctuary and possesses spiritual awareness?" Murong Ruyin asked with a puzzled expression.

Upon hearing this, Elder Yao was so moved he was nearly brought to tears. It turned out that everyone had been mistaken in their methods of breaking through realms all these years. Had he not met Ye Tian, he might have continued relying on medicinal pills to elevate his realm, sinking deeper into error. Overwhelmed with gratitude toward Ye Tian, he bowed deeply to him.

Mu Nanjun chuckled softly. Since they were all so enthusiastically discussing matters of the royal court, why bother lowering their voices? Besides, this was surely common knowledge to everyone by now.

Because the population was sparse and the times were tumultuous, the ugliest aspects of human nature were displayed with increasing impunity.

Li Feng's arm trembled slightly, instantly unleashing a golden surge of energy from his long sword. Spreading outward like ripples, the green vines shattered instantly, and the sword blade cleaved straight toward the green-robed youth's head.

Chang San's movement technique was exceedingly bizarre, yet he was still struck several blows by Shi Hao, leaving him drenched in blood.

"Well, thanks then, but what a waste. Why would anyone add a mental output attribute to such a fine piece of equipment? I have no idea what Blizzard was thinking." Although the stats on this garment weren't stellar, they were still better than the ones worn by the Blood-Bathed God of War, so he had no choice but to make do with it for now.

Lin Chong, Wu Song, and the others were in their forties and fifties—right in the prime of their lives. Having grown weary of the tranquil life in the Central Plains, upon hearing that the Crown Prince intended to travel thousands of miles away to Europe, they eagerly resigned from their official posts and followed Chao Yong.

It was unimaginable; Lin烈 was already considered an ancient monster, yet his master was still alive in this world. Wouldn't that person be an even greater monster than the old monsters?

The "Borrowing Fetus Spirit" technique was far too sinister and depleted one's virtue; it was a demonic dao practice that cut short people's blessings and severed their ancestral lineage and incense. Anyone who practiced such an art was destined to suffer divine retribution.

Rodvatar pointed derisively at the circle of Conquest mechs standing around the spectator stands, their gun barrels aimed squarely at the alien beings in the arena.

Hling the smartphone onto the coffee table, Nie Yun took a fierce drag of his cigar. After exhaling a long, dragon-like stream of smoke, he managed to calm his agitated state somewhat. He had lost his composure. "I want to see people if they live, and corpses if they die." *Pui! That sounded like he was cursing his own cousin to suffer a bad end.*

A short while later, instructions were given. Two security guards were left behind to guard the door, while the remaining two accompanied Chen Yu and the middle-aged man into the shop.

It was unclear when Ye Jiaoyi had walked over, but the traces of tears remained faintly visible on her flawless, fair, and delicate cheeks.

"Could it be them?" Maka suspected the "New Tiger" organization, whose sole reason for existence was to eliminate them and claim the top spot for themselves.

The sudden and eerie celestial phenomenon also slowed the pace of the numerous martial arts masters, who lined up neatly behind Ling Feng.

The battle did not last long. Believing they were doomed to certain defeat, two imperial soldiers decisively stayed behind to hold the rear, while the other three chose to retreat and report the news. Naturally, by the time they returned with reinforcements, the shadows of the "rebel soldiers" had long vanished, leaving behind only two cold corpses on the ground.

However, this scene lasted for only a few breaths before abruptly coming to a halt.

Jin Yexuan remained silent. Turning his head back, he knitted his brows and stared at the floor as the surrounding air gradually congealed, becoming thick enough to suffocate.

"My fourth uncle's cousin is getting married!" Ma Yong blurted out casually, making up a random excuse since he didn't even have a fourth uncle, let alone a cousin.

"Xiran..." Jin Yexuan murmured my name anxiously and softly, yet failed to pull me back from the depths of memory.

Li Ke finally managed to steady his mind slightly. Stealing a glance at his surroundings, he was relieved to see he hadn't drawn too much attention, so he nodded and sat back down.

Before long, the two men entered the tent one after the other. Clueless about the situation, they exchanged glances and could not help looking startled.

"Let's go. If we don't leave now, you'll likely break the promises you made." At Ye Ling's words, Youxu withdrew his gaze and followed Ye Ling away from the village, heading toward the Village Hidden in the Leaves.