40. The Virtuous and the Scholar

“The commotion last night was caused by a group of demons,” Senior Brother Yang Shen said, his brows tightly knit. First, he asked with concern, “Were you hurt, Junior Brother?”

“Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother, but I’m all right,” Cheng Yan replied, bowing with hands clasped, his tone sincere with a hint of guilt. “I have already told my grandfather about the situation at Clear Spring Temple. However…”

After his brief and detailed explanation, Yang Shen’s brow finally relaxed. With a smile, he waved his hand and said, “There’s no need to worry, Junior Brother. It has nothing to do with you.”

Ignoring the mosquitoes biting in the grass, they waited for an hour. When the torches on the city gate tower flickered three times, Fan Yong knew that old Liang and the others must have succeeded. Under his and Gao Guan and Zhang Hui’s command, over ten thousand rebel soldiers quietly crept toward the city gate.

“Do you have any brandy? I haven’t had a drink in two days, I really can’t hold out any longer,” Lina said bluntly.

Among them, the one who had just reached the Earthly Threshold was injured and his strength diminished. Two were at the ninth level of the Easy Realm, and there were many at the eighth and seventh, while only two or three had reached the fifth or sixth.

Yu Bao, who was watching the fight from the side, dared not hesitate. While Xiangliu was chasing Yun Fei, he stamped his feet and shot out like an arrow.

Since ancient times, the strong have always been surrounded by beautiful women—how could he be an exception? Without a few wives at his side, wouldn’t he seem behind the times?

The same went for Horse-face; as for Black and White Impermanence, it was even easier. Li Yang completed them all in just two days. Floating before him now were four figures.

It should be added that these rewards were distributed to every able-bodied man who immigrated to Jizhou, on top of the fifty acres of land they each received.

Having grown accustomed to the pretensions and character of religions in his own world, Lu Xi could completely understand the actions of the Grand Cathedral; not only did he understand, he even admired and respected them to some extent.

After entering the cultivation chamber, he pondered for a moment, then focused his mind on the Universe Cauldron, stepping into its inner space.

Chen Fan actually disliked this sort of ostentation; he disliked people who put on airs. Yet Nangong Chen’s gestures didn’t seem affected at all, as if this was simply the way he lived—meticulous and precise.

“We’ve already discussed the matter, Brother Wu. Let me show you something and you’ll understand,” Jin Wuji said with a smile. He reached toward his storage pouch, while Wu Yan waited curiously to see what he would take out.

Du Feng didn’t join in the search for loot. He had already searched most places before and was well aware of what was there. Instead, he led the Serpent Envoy and Qiu Zhongliang deeper in. This was just one ruin among many in the Land of the Lost; further in, there were still more ruins.

“The price is far too high—I cannot agree to it,” Wu Yan immediately rejected Old Liu’s proposal.

Almost at the same time, several domestic clubs began to take notice of the viral online video.

Though he claimed not to be afraid, the Primordial Lord fixed his eyes intently on Su Yuan, his right hand unconsciously pressing down on his left sleeve.

It was a naked diagram of a human body, cross-legged; a blue line radiated from the abdomen, winding around seven or eight times before finally converging at both hands.

In the past three years, Wu Yan’s black butterfly ants had bred dozens more, bringing the total to two hundred. Under his careful care, all had matured into high-level, third-grade demon beasts. Wu Yan and Ning Ning, having often helped each other in cultivation, had developed feelings for each other, though both buried them in their hearts and spent most of their time training, never putting it into words.

“Wan’er!” Shangguan Fei held her tightly, pressing his face to her chest to revive her dying heart.

Fortunately, at that moment, some of the staff’s relatives surged into the arena and began betting heavily on the Birdman’s victory. Some people, knowing their identities, followed suit and also bet on Birdman, which finally restored the balance.

“I only found out about this information earlier on as well. Originally, I was supposed to meet General Mira,” Qian Xueying explained to Yan Hanshui.