Volume One, Chapter 113: Heavenly Craftsmanship and Ingenious Design—For Whom Do You Go to War?

Jess brandished the Demon-Drinking Blade in his hand, his face brimming with pride. Though this blade had lain in the canyon for who knew how long, it remained as sharp as new, a testament to its preciousness.

Avril was engaged in a fierce chase and counterattack against the Ghost Mantis. Though the mantis was slower than Avril, its powerful hind legs compensated for its lack of speed.

“So it’s like that?” Montrala seemed to have realized something. Swiftly casting a spell, his artifact, the Core of Judgement, immediately appeared. Upon confirming its success, a pleased expression crossed his face as he declared, “We are the Order.”

A heavy presence emanated from the room where the Refiner dwelled. The sound of footsteps echoed like a wild beast awakening from slumber. No need for overt savagery—the oppressive atmosphere alone sent shivers down the spine.

Just then, Yin Yufeng passed by, glanced at Shui Yan and Tu Ling’er, then sniffed the air. “Your Majesties, they’re fine—probably just startled.”

Jin Dasheng waited silently, lurking in the shadows, finally receiving news of the “Yellow Millet Dream.” In truth, Wei Xian himself had broadcast the news to prevent mortals from reacting too violently. Jin Dasheng had learned of it through print and online media and sensed that his opportunity had arrived.

Though the number of guards was considerable, they appeared discontented with their duty and lacked diligence.

Gender: Male. Date of birth: Unknown. Identity: Silria native, Fate Judgment Organization’s Thunder Domain Arbiter.

Matsumoto Izumi crouched down, gazing at Takayuki Kawamura trapped in the car window, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Following the sound deeper into the valley, the stones underfoot grew increasingly fragmented, eventually turning to fine sand. Without Lin Yi and the others using true essence to walk, they would have long since sunk into quicksand.

Originally, I had thought of returning home or spending the night in Jiangning City’s hospital ward to soothe my mother’s illness, but as I stood up, Li Zhihan suddenly felt darkness cloud his vision and nearly collapsed. Fortunately, he gripped the table firmly and managed to steady himself.

Thus, when the Sky Net Emissary first arrived in Wanshui City, their immediate action was to report the city’s situation to the Divine Capital.

Li Laifu could not help but marvel at the difficulty of leading subordinates effectively. His stern expression softened instantly into one of kindness.

However, thanks to the successful job transfer, supplemented by the power of fantasy, his stamina recovered significantly.

The newcomer bore a lantern and wore a pale yellow silk robe. The thin, delicate fabric fluttered softly in the breeze, revealing a fragile frame. Like a willow swaying in the wind, she appeared even more pure and innocent.

The doctor’s questions carried a hint of probing. Hearing this, the butler Li Wei and I exchanged glances.

Jia Hun carefully recounted to Liu Yingniang the grudges with the one from the Blood Sea and explained the purpose of their current mission.

They gaped in awe at the figure seated upon the Golden Imperial Throne—one who looked more divine than any god.

Cinderella was momentarily stunned upon seeing Bai Qianwu, then a faint smile blossomed on her face. Yet, constrained by her status, she suppressed it and resumed her noble and elegant demeanor.

As for filming, there was truly no one capturing this song at the moment; after all, it was such a chance occurrence.

The others present, witnessing this, dared not say much. After all, the stakes were their own to bear, and having lost, they had no grounds for complaint.

I halted, puzzled by Baseng’s sudden call. Turning, I frowned slightly, waiting for him to continue.

Climbing through the dense branches, the domain expanded. Though upon reaching the Mercenary City, the range was limited to about five miles, barely touching the city’s northern edge.

As the excitement rose, during a moment when his electronic keyboard was not needed, Joey jumped in front of it and performed an impromptu awkward dance.

After the discussion, within minutes, the elder began ushering people out, cursing Zhao Mu as a scoundrel and lamenting that chatting and drinking tea with him was akin to casting pearls before swine.

My mind went blank. In that moment, I had no capacity for thought. Only after my eyes throbbed painfully did I take a deep breath, snap back to reality, and listlessly put away the incense sticks into the bag of spirit paper, no longer pondering who had placed them there.

The Sinister Mirror Beast suddenly cried out in pain. A sharp slap to my face made stars flash before my eyes—this time, my face was sure to swell up like a steamed bun.

The captain shook his head and replied, “Our growth is slow. I’ve lived over two hundred years.”

Before I could finish, Old Xu interrupted, “No, that’s not what I meant. Even if you now know who I am, why do you defy my wishes?”

So useless? Jiang Xinyi worried he wouldn’t hold on and quickly pressed her lips to his, both aiding his breath and struggling to swim toward the lake’s surface.

Zhou Jitang struck the final blow from behind Da Wei—a knife piercing through the heart from the back and emerging at the chest. Da Wei froze in place, still holding his gun aloft.

No, Jiang Xinyi truly did not want to witness this. When that time came, where would she stand? Would she really stand beside Yu Wang to oppose her former Crown Prince brother?

Liao Yong was no fool. Using personal matters as an excuse, he politely declined Liu Nianju’s offer to send followers, citing urgent business that forced Liu Nianju to open the door.