Chapter 29: The Scourge Persists for a Thousand Years

As the two of them were shut out by the club, Conrad and his companions, who had arrived early, had already become the center of attention within. I turned back together with Li Muyan, and saw her dressed to the nines, removing her sunglasses to speak to me. He could not tell whether her words were drunken nonsense or truth revealed under the influence, but he was certain of one thing: she harbored secrets buried deeply within her. Once again, Callis’s spectral beast lunged at Samba and Luke; and for many years, Luke, the magus, had never been forced into such a sorry state by Callis and her beast. After enduring a relentless onslaught, Xu Bai’s strength seemed untouched, growing even more formidable with each battle. Li Zhien was secretly frustrated, wishing to slap her so she might recognize the world’s dangers and cease flaunting her charms so recklessly. After speaking, I nodded at the security guards, who immediately dragged the dazed Liu Xiang out. Her words were like a gentle breeze, sweet as honey, warming the heart and soothing the soul. Suddenly, Jiang You felt a surge of grievance and, before tears could fall, hurried to shower with her clothes. On either side of the grand entrance stood a pair of majestic stone lions, their fierce eyes wide open, bodies shrouded in faint spiritual light, as if ready to spring to life at any moment to guard this royal domain. The three of us glimpsed the enormous sign reading “Sincere Payment” in the distance; the imposing, modern three-story black building by the sea shone brilliantly, as if it were a cavern overflowing with gold. Wang Fang had once been a subordinate of Dong Zhuo, serving as Xu Rong’s deputy; after Dong Zhuo’s death, he naturally followed Xu Rong in surrendering to Cao Cao and was likewise stationed at Tongguan. After all, a thief’s invisibility only renders the body unseen—not truly vanished. The car wash master had never seen a vehicle so thickly layered in dust; only by approaching closely would anyone recognize it as a white Xiali.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuan refrained from warning Xu Juncheng and his companions; for although Xu Juncheng was vigilant in the mid-stage of Grand Ascension, his youth and status as the sect’s foremost disciple implied considerable aptitude. So Jiang Yuan felt no cause for concern. Around the vernal equinox, the Five-Cart City reached the height of its trade, with at least five thousand people conducting transactions at once. Caravans of camels, horses, and all manner of goods converged from afar. “System, you bastard, you didn’t give me fake goods, did you? My head is killing me.” Wang Zhe suspected his system was a counterfeit. “Tang Yan, this place you brought us to today is really quite far,” Lin Feng said, uncertain how to continue, grasping at any topic. In the days to follow, the sisters Inviting Moon and Pity Star would enter a period of rapid martial progress. Though telephone editor was an insignificant position, for Judy, working on a popular show was certainly preferable to being assigned to an obscure ghostly program like “WuYe Bell.” Thousands of miles, tens of thousands— the range of sensing spiritual energy grew ever wider. Yet none but a handful of late-stage cultivators noticed anything amiss; only some sensed a faint depletion of their true essence, but it was negligible. Wen Lanxin condensed the Mystic Pearl and cultivated her second soul, her last refuge. The second soul formed by the Mystic Pearl bore some resemblance to Zhou Qing’s Golden Body, equally more powerful than the original. Behind White Wolf, four eighth-tier Annihilation Realm cultivators stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Having followed White Wolf for so long, they knew the ferocity of his Blood Frenzy Blade; against it, none of them could guarantee escape unscathed. With a thunderous roar, a column of white light pierced the ghostly claw, and the gray-black aura melted away in the light, vanishing completely. He merely gathered his hands, glanced at the sun, frowned, and took a deep breath— the air and sunlight outside seemed especially sweet. A cold-faced assassin in black immediately blocked the path of the middle-aged man, sleeves sweeping toward the old man, while another assassin wielding a long spear thrust fiercely at the elder’s waist; the silver spear was instantly coated in a slick, shining blue glow. The hardened soldier had no time to react; with a terrifying crack of his chest bone, he fell unconscious. “Eh! I don’t know why, but suddenly I’m furious—especially when I see you, I really want to kill you. What should I do?” Esdeath covered her cheek with one hand, her exposed eye glinting ominously as she stared at Nine Lives, a forced smile on her face.

Estimating that Yin Zhao would send word within days, Xie Wan instructed Sun Shiqian to bring anyone from the palace directly to her. “Your Highness, how do you see the game unfolding in Shandong?” Huang Yan asked softly. But the matter was settled; Zhao Chanyang had no words left, nodded, and leapt to stand beside Caffney. A busy day began with training; at six in the morning, bells rang throughout the residential quarter. Everyone rose to wash, and within ten minutes assembled in the plaza to begin their daily practice. Feng Xinuo believed the words, yet felt that the Starflower Demon Clan was already sparse in population; with Xingchen’s nature, she would hardly abandon them. “Ai Hua, why do you only worry about our parents? They care about you, but I care about you even more.” Yet she refused to reply; oh well, provoking her would only lead to trouble. Sharing so much gossip was a way to forge goodwill. “Wind Enchantment!” With this thought, Zhao Chanyang stroked his sword with his left hand, summoning a current of air to whirl around the blade. Aryan shook her head; whatever the two deities decided now was beyond her ability to intervene, and trapped as she was, the most urgent task was—how to escape this bizarre space? She thought bitterly to herself, then shivered, realizing she was cursing Zhang Chunyang’s family. Jiang Xiuyun went straight to wash the dishes, while Jiang Xiuhe, after a period of self-reflection, decided… to tackle her design drafts first.