Volume One, Chapter 23: If You Dare Devour Humans, You Must Be a Demon Beast

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It took nearly four hours to finish counting the ox hides, totaling 4,812 pieces. Guo Dong pulled out the ledger to verify the categorization. In some regions, the autumn harvest had yet to be completed, and fodder for livestock remained insufficient. If the cold persisted, the draft oxen would likely freeze or starve to death, leaving farmers unable to till the fields next year and inevitably impacting tax revenues.

"Don't move." He held her firmly, refusing to let her leave his embrace. "You were the one who admitted it to Xiang Yulong and Nangong Jinnuo—you admitted that I am your boyfriend."

Just then, news arrived from Shi Hai and Bai Yue: they had actually succeeded in "locking" the memories.

Times are different now; fighting alone is no longer an option. One must seek allies wherever possible, otherwise, in these chaotic times, it is hard to protect oneself.

Lord Hila did not vanish back into the shadows; instead, he flew a short distance forward and landed on the roof beam above the spectator stands.

"And what about me? Am I not good to your mother? She hasn’t even called me 'husband' once since we married!" Ji Yunxiao cast a resentful glance at Su Yu, who was sitting on the sofa watching television.

When Lu Yan first took A-Zi as his apprentice, he never imagined he would develop feelings for her beyond that of a master and student.

Though he possessed the power of a god, he had no desire to judge others, as his time and energy were better spent on more constructive pursuits.

Yan Junyi’s Adam’s apple bobbed several times. He hadn’t looked at her closely in days, and he wondered how she had become so much more beautiful.

After being startled repeatedly, the old man grew accustomed to it. No matter how exaggerated Sang Sang’s performance was, he would simply nod in approval and proceed to the next stage of teaching.

"..." Song Yuanming glanced at Song Yuanyao, then, feeling too stifled to respond, he coldly returned to his room and shut the door.

With Tamik exerting his full strength, the attack reached an unprecedented level of intensity, carving an opening directly into the Hell Emperor’s dark armor and forcing a mass of purple thunder-flames into his body.

Fortunately, when Tamik returned, Kana’s barrier remained intact. As he approached her, he realized with annoyance that he could have simply summoned a dragon to protect her.

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The Nine-Eyed Demon and others also sensed something amiss and abandoned their efforts to block Peak Master Sun and his companion, joining them in charging toward the Calamity Demon.

Caught in the middle of it, Tamik felt his body grow heavy; the air seemed to congeal, significantly increasing the resistance against his movements.

Li Chiying’s meditation room was exceptionally spacious. Hanging on the front wall were the three supreme deities and masters of Taoism: the Jade Pure Primordial Heavenly Lord, the Supreme Pure Spiritual Treasure Heavenly Lord, and the Grand Pure Moral Heavenly Lord.

Because he was lying down with his legs crossed, his face was obscured, but one could see him holding a flowering green twig in his mouth, his raised hands toying with a plaything that looked like a replica.

He was a novice when it came to the bamboo flute, having only sought advice from Jiao Chen to grasp the basic notes.

Otherwise, Empress Wu Zetian would not have gone to such lengths to alter ancestral precepts and personally oversee the second offering ceremony.

"I said, if you become my elder, I will handle any troubles you encounter." Well, since she had said that, I didn't know what else to say, but I felt she wasn't lying to me. I believed her, and suddenly, being her elder didn't seem so bad—at least she wouldn't sell out her disciples as easily as Daoist Cang.

Suddenly, their auras erupted, becoming immensely thick. Each of them seemed to be unleashing their hidden trump cards, their attacks clashing directly against the Qilin footprint crushing down from the sky.

He didn't know why, but whenever he saw the Taoist, he felt a sense of submission and could not muster a shred of anger.

But Hong Dazhu would not give up. He believed that even if he weren't the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, he could still steal the spotlight. Success in the Martial Arts Assembly depended on seizing the initiative, and if they could do that, the Mantis Boxing school would achieve its goal of gaining recognition.

At eight o'clock in the evening, as the lights flickered on, the neon glow gave the city a unique atmosphere. Under the cover of night, one could only wonder how many sordid affairs were unfolding in the city.

The safest place for now was Jinpen Township; only there did he have the leverage to negotiate.

Liu Wanshan had also moved into Qingfeng City, leaving his son, Liu Hao, to manage affairs in Guan Town. The Liu family was now one of the four great clans.

The fox glared at me fiercely, its gaze like that of a predator eyeing a heinous prey, which terrified me into absolute stillness.

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"Pfft! A capable man should have three wives and four concubines. When I get married, I’m going to take three men to wait on me!" Peng Qiuyan said with a look of disdain.

After filming another take following the suggestions of the award-winning actor Xiao, Bai Yashi felt this one was significantly better. After Director Zhang called "cut," he didn't immediately announce it was a pass, but instead looked toward Xiao Yichen.

Lully's ghost was stirred once again, abandoning its isolation to try and sweep away any trainee who dared touch the piano. In the hall of mirrors, Wei Yan raised a large machete, having snatched a brand-new dungeon card from a trembling Grade C trainee, and was scrutinizing the clues on its face.

However, as someone with obsessive-compulsive tendencies, that one imperfection always felt deeply unsettling to him.

The acrid scent of gunpowder and sulfur stung his nostrils. The boss took off his coat and tossed it aside; his undershirt was slick with sweat. There were no new wounds or bloodstains, though the scars of old injuries remained visible.

The room was typical of a bedroom belonging to an adult with established social status and refined taste.

The next venue was the execution ground, where several prisoners wearing fake hoods wandered about.

"As for the Eighth Prince, he should..." Before Zongzheng Lingyun could finish, Wei Qinghuai walked out with Qin Jinyu on his back.

The child's parents were likely nearby. As a Princess Guardian, if she didn't slip away now, she would inevitably face the parents' resentful glares and accusations.

Ye Qianchong looked down, and the moment she saw the dead mouse, her brows furrowed, and she subconsciously pressed her lips shut.

Yi Qu—it was impolite for a commoner to address him by his given name, but since he held neither official rank nor title, calling him "Master Yi" was quite respectful.