37. A Great Demon Confronts Another Great Demon [Bonus Chapter for “Only Mount Ling Is Worthy of Shennong’s Herb-Tasting”]

Wutong Lu Xun had not been training in martial arts for long, so he couldn’t discern what technique the pale-faced man was using.

But he didn’t care.

The Ape Fist was fierce and sharp, its attacks flowing like a long, unbroken river, leaving no room for the enemy to catch their breath.

The pale-faced man’s failure to strike first was his own mistake.

Clang.

Lu Xun tossed aside the crocodile leader’s axe.

Heavy weapons consumed a lot of energy when wielded, and for someone like him, unfamiliar with their proper use, swinging it around recklessly could easily lead to disaster.

Sun Chu sneered inwardly, thinking how this old woman was still so protective—how could a disciple raised like this ever amount to anything? Just then, his expression shifted, and he abruptly raised both arms. A gust of energy shot out from him, enveloping several people behind and retreating swiftly.

“Captain—!” a guard shouted, rushing toward Zheng Shuqing, but the grenade had already exploded, leaving Zheng Shuqing and the soldier drenched in blood.

Fire Demon, seeing Tiger had finished his fight, curled his lips into a smile. His flaming whip lashed again and again at the surrounding beasts.

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She had previously thought Bai Yucheng was a fraud, but unexpectedly, he hadn’t lied! Yet, the strange thing was, why did she have no memory of him from high school?

Xuan Lishuang’s lips curled slightly—so many people wanted her dead, two separate groups had even poisoned her. It was almost flattering.

Zhao Shuang’er supported the furious Xuan Batian as they turned back into the house. She shot Xuan Lishuang a cold, mocking glare, then signaled to those beside her with her eyes.

His gaze was already sharp and deep, and with this added expression, it was impossible to read his thoughts, making others even more fearful.

It wasn’t simply a matter of draining the internal energy from his dantian. Every ounce of energy, every bit of cultivation within his body would dissipate.

He kept asking himself: I am a man too! If I witnessed such a thing, how would I feel if the roles were reversed?

After entering the negotiation hall, a noble youth sat across from him—the mystery was solved. This was Prince Rudolf Habsburg, eldest son of the Emperor of Sylvinia and current commander-in-chief of the Sylvinian colonial forces.

If she were notified, she wouldn’t run out; she’d stay home and wait for him obediently, sparing him from climbing the mountain after finally getting a chance to rest.

Once she secured the starship on Ningkui Star for Hovian, her family would value her, and she’d finally receive her own energy resources.

The amnesiac version of herself might find ways to refuse her, but without memory loss, turning down Lin Meijun was truly difficult.

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But there was no special solution—no air conditioning, no heating, no kotatsu—the only warmth came from her own righteousness. This was Xia Zhi’s current reality. Besides, it wasn’t yet cold enough to require any real heating.

Zong Jinghao himself wasn’t sure who was behind this, so he patted Shen Peichuan’s shoulder.

Sensing his sister’s distress, Zhang Yugeng was infuriated by his unruly wife, but unable to vent, he glared fiercely at Ge Lanying.

Lou Chuyue gritted her teeth. There were too many people on the other side; she dared neither fight nor curse, so she could only take out her phone and call her mother for help.

Sima Lang bowed and said, “Brother Bo Kui, has Yuan Shao withdrawn his troops?” Seeing no one around, Sima Lang felt he understood the situation.

At the stairwell, Qin Ce suddenly stopped. Dai Zhennan, who had survived the ordeal, convulsed again, genuinely afraid Qin Ce might change his mind. Now, whether he lived or died depended entirely on Qin Ce’s whim.

Still, given the lack of organization, the assault had gone well; at least Xu Feng and Murong Wan’er were enduring a barrage of spells and arrows.

Fat Tiger had received plenty of benefits from these people, and Qin Ce knew it well. He didn’t object, as his own men worked hard to maintain order, and earning some compensation was fair. Besides, letting Fat Tiger and his crew taste the rewards meant they’d be more diligent in future tasks—why not let them enjoy it?