Chapter 29

As the Fourth Prince, Zhao Chengmin, stepped into the shop, Princess Jingrou hurried out with Chunxi, seemingly eager to avoid a face-to-face encounter. Zhao Chengmin did not attempt to stop her, letting her leave the premises undisturbed. However, as he watched her carriage slowly pull away, a subtle and inscrutable smile touched the corners of his lips.

Guo Ye couldn't help but find it amusing. Good grief, was shameless boasting a prerequisite for defeated generals?

A sweltering heat hung in the air. Occasionally, the withered remains of demonic beasts could be seen scattered across the mountainside. These bones had not been there long; it was strange, for before they had entered this region, they had still been able to catch glimpses of the beasts themselves.

"Tianbao, please, you must not hate me. Truth be told, I cannot bear to leave you either..." Lin Xiaolu gazed at Fang Tianbao’s retreating back and whispered these words to herself.

"Mayor Qin, you hold the highest rank here. Tell us, what should we do?" Li Hong’s scalp tingled at the sight of the crowd; he was at a loss. If this matter escalated, it would be impossible for anyone, high or low, to clean up the mess.

Though Lü Hong received a cold glare, he remained unfazed, continuing to pile Lü Xiang'er’s favorite dishes into her bowl. Lü Xiang'er, in turn, served Lü Erniang and Lü Hong, not forgetting their guest, Song Yuan.

Chen Feng spoke slowly, "I had such a blast killing the God-Slaying Clan yesterday that I was too excited to sleep all night!" He punctuated his words with an occasional stretch.

Black Pearl was nearly driven to the point of fainting. Beyond the crushing humiliation, she had been struck where it hurt most. Chen Langya’s palm strike hadn't been forceful, yet for her, the impact was severe.

The middle-aged man had not expected his impulsive actions to be witnessed by Song Yuan, the first Duke of the imperial court, and Huo Qingsong, General of the Feathered Forest Guard. Song Yuan, who had saved the Emperor’s life, and Huo Qingsong, who had purged the remnants of the Prince Chen faction, were both favorites in the Emperor’s eyes—not men a mere vice-minister could afford to offend.

The total human population barely reached ten billion, but within the folded space, let alone population, the number of species alone reached into the hundreds of millions. How could there be any comparison?

The five clan leaders arrived before Xiao Long. After deliberating for a long time, they decided to proceed as they had before, using remote control, as the numbers were simply too vast. Ultimately, however, they arranged for a few true prodigies to appear before Xiao Long, allowing him to handle them personally.

If Old Wang had launched into a brutal interrogation right from the start, he would have resisted to the bitter end, knowing that once he surrendered his defenses, he would be nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter.

Chai Hua covered his head and crouched down, and seeing this, Da Gang and the others had no choice but to follow suit.

"No, I want to be with you. Even if we die, we die together." Yalan was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

He kept his hands tucked into the sleeves of his cotton-padded jacket, his right hand gripping a dagger hidden within his left sleeve, while he kept a sharp eye on the movements of the four men.

"Truly, there is some substance to this!" The Angel Scepter was also shocked, deducing that Ye Meng had likely attained a supreme Dao.

"Ancestral Dragon Scripture, do I still need to go back to that bullshit 'Mythical World'?" Li Zhi asked in his mind.

"My surname is Hao." Chen Wenjin was, naturally, not about to reveal his real surname; he was intentionally denying the guy his victory.

Yet, Sakata Takehige and Taniyo Toshi were not satisfied. They scrutinized every item belonging to Yalan and Mori Jōtō, checking every single herb, but they found nothing.

Before Meng Jie could speak, five men rushed forward wielding machetes. Du Nianqing swung her staff, engaging them in combat. Meng Jie stood to the side, frowning. One of the men, noticing him in the corner, lunged at him with a blade. Startled, Meng Jie’s eyes widened as he shoved a table between them to block the attack.

The researcher, disregarding the demands of the American upper echelon, held up his phone and began to dodge the intense heat radiating from the Macaw. Under the indirect scorching of the heat, the very space seemed to warp, and the thick hair on the researcher’s body began to curl and singe.

"Third, Third Young Master!" Ming Yihan had just stepped through the back door of Dreamland Town when he collided with Manager Zhu, who appeared to be in a great hurry to leave.

The car's signal had stopped. According to the map, it was positioned precisely on the outskirts of Fengmen Village. Tang Qianlin instructed Weichi Ran to check the other signal; judging by its position, Wu Fei and Pei Entong had already left the vehicle and entered the village.

"Why do you have that idea? The person with you is a vampire, isn't he?" Xue Bai said.

"Is the time to eliminate the genetic virus reduced because of the increase in computing power?" Scrolling through the feedback from the Fantasy Engine upgrade, this particular detail made Jiang Tian’s eyes light up.

The old man beside him stood in silence, an air of detachment about him, his gaze toward Fang Zheng cold and indifferent.

"Fang Zheng, come! Let me show you that I’m not someone to be trifled with!" Fang Qi struck a bold, aggressive stance.

Following Li Zi through the courtyard, the residence revealed a Western-style design—exquisite, magnificent, generous, and natural.

Martial prowess was formidable, and while it could damage one's lifespan, it was not unacceptable. The true issue was that after Zhang Chengfa condensed his Martial Golden Core, his inner landscape collapsed and his blessed land returned to chaos. At the level of a True Immortal, this did not have a major impact—at most, it meant he could not manifest natural phenomena—but it would not hinder the progression of his cultivation.

Looking up at the mountain of pilgrimage for the Potala Palace, the mountain resembled a dragon, its head facing the Potala Palace across the Lhasa River. It seemed that the external energy of worship was directed toward the palace; it appeared that a master had evaluated the feng shui, and the Potala Palace was positioned perfectly.

Feeling a power tracing him from the void, Emperor Ying did not hesitate to sever all connections.

I used my Heavenly Eye to carefully examine the situation. There was no problem with this villa; the issue lay at my grandfather’s villa. I persuaded Xia Meng to move back to my grandfather’s place tonight to protect his safety at all costs.

Even the smartest person has limited energy. Vivian had no time to dwell on Luo Jia'er’s strange behavior; she let out a yawn and prepared to return to seize her spot at Ning Yuan’s bedside.

Before I could finish speaking, the cave scene vanished. A magnificent palace and a long, ornate gallery appeared before our eyes. Countless lanterns flickered within the halls. The sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling faded, replaced by the music of heaven.

Moreover, in front of each demonic beast, food was placed according to their individual preferences.

Thus, he crafted the twenty-two "Blasphemy Cards," spreading the secrets of the twenty-two divine pathways so that those with the fated connection might discover them.