Volume One, Chapter 37: Poisoned by Wild Berries

Lin Ranyan briefly explained the artificial insemination technique to the Ji family. In her previous life, several of the Ji brothers remained lifelong bachelors due to the issue of infertility. No matter how much the elders pressured them to marry, they simply refused to take wives.

Gao Gaoquan’s instinctive first impression prompted Kaneki Ken to quickly offer an explanation, his expression tense. He recalled that Kong Chen, Molang’s friend, had mentioned the existence of fissures of reincarnation in this world, through which people could be thrown from the future back to the past, or from the past into the future. Wang Ling had no idea whether the Central Plane had been conquered or not; he could only claim he didn’t belong to this time.

He approached Xuan Yuan Hongde directly. Seeing Xuan Yuan Hongde’s body already cold as ice, he smiled faintly, grabbed his arm, and tapped lightly. A strange tattoo appeared on his arm.

Once the shooting was completed, he drew near to inspect the results. Of the thirty bullets fired, none had penetrated the steel plate of the bunker; only shallow marks were left. This was due, of course, to the triangular shape of the bunker, which slanted the angle of entry and increased the difficulty of piercing the steel plate.

Thinking of this, his heart raced with fear. He realized he had dared to tease a figure akin to a deity multiple times, and his spine tingled with cold. Yet, seeing his third sister present, he felt reassured and suddenly joyful: his brother-in-law was a celestial being, and perhaps he would benefit from that in the future.

In front of him, green halos shimmered, each corresponding to five points; five corners coexisted, interlinked, destined to lean together.

Shen Lian shrugged. He hadn’t killed anyone. Someone was trying to frame him, but the method was too obvious; anyone thinking about it would realize Shen Lian was innocent. Elder Wufa did not believe Shen Lian was the murderer, so he hadn’t apprehended him right away.

Cui Bin glanced back at Ruan Qingyu. She was bored, looking around as if admiring the scenery. At her feet lay a rabbit demon, unmoving, its fate uncertain.

Wei Xuanzong returned to his sect. Seeing two children crying loudly, he was overjoyed. Whether or not they were the twins of destiny, as long as he handed them to the Black Radiance Sect, his task would be considered complete. If Shen Lian wanted them, he could go to the Black Radiance Sect; it was no longer his concern.

On the mountainside of the side peak, over a hundred corpses clad in red and purple robes lay scattered, all decapitated and exposed in the wilderness.

Upon hearing Liu Ruyan speak, Qi Xinmei instantly understood the ambiguous relationship between them.

After several more days, Mingxuan’s patience wore thin. He searched the mountain woods for days and found nothing. In desperation, he decided to leave, for waiting any longer would be truly meaningless.

In one moment, he felt intense aversion, attempting to drive the other away with sharp words; in the next, his gaze was firmly drawn to something in Bai Feng’s hand—a card identical to the one with four sevens embossed, just like his own bank card.

Suddenly, violent tremors shook the ceiling, followed by a thunderous roar. Waves of attacks crashed down like an avalanche, shaking the entire underground hall to its foundations. Rubble flew and dust filled the air.

Immediately, the fleet high above accelerated at full throttle, racing toward the lair of Prince Chang.

“Mr. Ye, since you have no ambition to dominate, why did you propose those conditions earlier?” Chairt asked.

“So the White Dragon Hall has at least five or six hundred members?” Long Yue was astonished at the scale of their power.

Despite this, Mingxuan was already shaken, his spiritual energy churning within. Clearly, the middle-aged man attacking him was a spirit cultivator, far stronger than him. Judging by the situation, today’s events would not end peacefully.

The flood surged violently in the river, unable to be contained, but once it reached the sea, there was enough space. After the initial rush, it gradually calmed.

Nalan Ziran said, “Don’t worry. Since taking charge of the family, I have not slackened in the slightest.”

At the medical laboratory in the CCG headquarters in District Eight, a master and apprentice sat at a desk, discussing recent research reports.

“Wonderful! If we defeat the Sword Spirit, we can leave!” Bai Jian said excitedly.

With a clang, the door to the room imprisoning Mu Feng opened. The next moment, the room’s lights came on.

“Brother Su, with Brother Wei as your guarantor, help me through this crisis in the Northern Kingdom. Even if it requires my head, I will hand it over without hesitation!” Wei Yongyi was now jumping with agitation.

The Saint of Reception and Douglas were formidable. Phinis managed to break through their combined encirclement largely due to assistance from the World of Blossoming Spirits, catching Douglas and the Saint off guard at a critical moment.

Still, he couldn’t bear to make this decision—this was his only son, the hope of his life.

“Swish, swish, swish!” Lan Xiang was moved. The sword winds swirling around him transformed into long swords, rushing straight at Chu Zifeng! No one could stop their momentum.

Jiang Xie had no idea what the system was saying. After breakfast, he repeated his instructions to the group once more, then took Dong Lai outside.

“I…” Tu Ming was truly at a loss. He hadn’t provoked her, so what was this about?

“Father, I haven’t indulged much these days due to guarding the city. Now that I’ve met someone who stirs my blood, please indulge me just this once!” pleaded the young man in white.

The air displaced by his high-speed movement formed slight shockwaves, scattering dust and fallen leaves from the ground.

The dungeon door opened, and the one-eyed man entered. He sat outside at a table, crossed his legs, and watched them.

The harmony they once shared, like fish in water—he played, she sang—had become nothing more than a fading embroidery on an old purse, never to return.

The man ran frantically and spotted a pile of firewood at the door. Joy flickered across his face as he scrambled into it, trembling with fear.

He Chen frowned in thought. He wasn’t sure what level Li Nian was, but guessed she was likely around B-level. Could Li Nian be ahead? But who was Li Nian fighting with?

Lou Manyue stared speechlessly at the person dragging her along. This clear foodie trait—the scent at the alley’s entrance might not even be meat from her own home. Where did this impatience come from?

Shen Xiyan looked at her in confusion. This was the first time Wang Yan had shown such an expression to the Fifth Prince. What had happened in the two days she was absent?