Chapter 36 (Second Update)

In his eyes, those tactics were nothing more than children’s play, hardly worthy of being called methods at all. As for the rest, there was nothing left that could inspire fear; they were, after all, merely trifles.

Although it was unprecedented for two Great Origin Worlds to appear within a single universe, as long as the Great Dao of the universe permitted it, it could sustain not just two, but three, provided it had the capacity.

"Do not meddle in affairs that do not concern you!" another man shouted at Shen Biyue, also speaking with a clumsy Yong'an accent.

Ling Lan stood by, looking anxious. She knew the truth, but she was frozen and incredibly frail. Her body, soaked in the damp, chilling air, shivered uncontrollably. Unable to utter a single word, she could only stare at Mao Zhicong, hoping he would notice her signals.

Even for him, dispelling the power of the Profound Yin required some effort, yet Mo Yanqing had effortlessly dissipated it without making a single move. How could Ya Zi not stare in utter disbelief?

Picking up a cup of coffee from the table, Chen Kui downed it in one gulp, but the bitterness could not wash away the anxiety in his heart.

Just as Zhao Daniu had said, any evil spirit tailor would undoubtedly make an excellent evil spirit clothier.

Inside a tall, perfectly constructed wooden shed, Shanhe Ming sat high upon a wide stone stool, while Mumu Ajiya crawled at his feet, kneading his thighs like a slave.

The guard had not expected to lift a rock only to drop it on his own feet; the cliff face before him was nearly vertical—even a monkey might struggle to climb it, let alone a human.

"If I had known that sieging a city could be done this way, wouldn't we have become the greatest in the world long ago?" Zhang Yuxin panted.

The two men were Su Zhan Mingzun and Midao Zhongming, wielding the Tachi blades inscribed with "Kuniyomo" and "Kuni" respectively.

As for whether it was stolen, Tang Yu was not as foolish as Sun Liming; such an item could not possibly be stolen. Which powerful figure would ever lose such a thing? And even if it were stolen, how could he possibly use it? Sun Liming was a complete idiot.

***

At this moment, Li Hao had already arrived with a dozen security guards in pursuit. Looking around, there was no one there but Wang Zihao.

There was no time to think; the kick had already arrived. He hurriedly crossed his arms in front of his chest and took the blow head-on.

Ten life-profession players, protected by the main tank, arrived outside the city gate and immediately began constructing a battering ram. Before long, it was erected, and the players began their assault on the gate.

"You extraterrestrial cultivators, charging into the imperial palace so recklessly today—are you not afraid of the consequences?" a warrior shouted viciously, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Blood Fire Overlap!" A cluster of flames seemed to spark in his right eye, and the phantom of a magic bat within the fire moved with ease, natural and nimble, even emitting faint, long, serpentine hisses—a truly remarkable display of spirit.

It was said that Lin Fusheng had a bad temper and ruled both people and affairs with an "iron fist." Seeing it today, it was true indeed.

"A dictatorship where one person's word is supreme?" Li Zhishi nodded silently. Indeed, with the world unified under Qin and the people of the six states turned into prisoners, to turn the tide, one had to centralize power and minimize unnecessary internal friction and obstacles.

That one palm strike had sent me into a slumber for many days. When I woke, my belly was already flat. Li Tan had been guarding my bedside; I did not know how long he had been there, as a shadow of dark stubble had sprouted around his lips.

I nodded. Excellent, everything was going according to plan. Seeing Wang Cuifang’s excited expression, I knew exactly what she was thinking: a jin of green beans could sell for two or three yuan, and a bag held at least thirty or forty jin—that was enough to cover the vegetable money for a month. Who wouldn't want to take advantage of such a bargain?

However, the sinister look on Xia Haoyu’s face revealed his true stance. What happened next would depend on Yu Minghui’s own considerations.

"Godmother, men's hearts are all the same. Chief Wu is one of our own, so don't hide anything. Just bring out the Hundred Flowers Painting!" Ma Qiang pinched Mother Wang’s waist.

Perhaps I was just overthinking it. Xia Haoyu was not Erlang Shen; how could he know everything? But still... Zhang Youze. Thinking of that name, a faint pain blossomed in my heart. We were, after all, just at the wrong time.

***

Now that I needed money so badly, to be cut like this—I was truly heartbroken.

As he spoke, he handed over the document bag he had been carrying, which contained the green skull.

At that time, I truly did not believe that Li Tan had gone to do manual labor. But having once shared a connection of hearts with him, I was able to follow his memories and find my way to places I had never seen before.

Wu Song took the bamboo. It looked no different from ordinary bamboo, except for some spots that resembled tear stains. There was not a single word written on it, leaving him to look at Li Shishi with suspicion.

Thus, after leaving Lu Hao’s room, Ji Huainan and Zhang Zhipeng arrived at the room of the final suspect, Tao Yude.

He had only suffered minor injuries, which was not a major issue. Most importantly, that beam of light had only been a warning and not a lethal strike, which was the only reason he had managed to save his life.

He temporarily ignored the question about his parents, walked to the piano, reached out to stroke it, and began to inspect it.

Xie Yan touched his own burning red ears, finally sighed, and pulled out his phone to call Xu Bei.

When he was still in Jiangnan, he had agreed to cooperate with Li Yun and share that power because he knew that once he left Jiangnan, such power-sharing would naturally come to an end; he had no need to worry about any future repercussions.