Volume 1, Chapter 47: The Demon-Slaying Assembly Begins!

Celestial fire surpasses both exotic fire and alchemical fire, with only nine such existences in the entire universe. It can enhance both alchemical mastery and martial prowess, and not just by a marginal degree. Such a formidable divine artifact—who wouldn't desire it? Chu Tianxing gave a self-deprecating chuckle and said, "I suppose no one would refuse it. Given the opportunity, I will certainly strive for it." "Once you obtain celestial fire, you will plunge yourself into mortal danger. Everyone in the world, including the supreme factions, will hunt you down." Ye Qingxuan asked with a chilly expression, "Even so, do you still want it?" Hearing this, Chu Tianxing wore a stern countenance, his gaze unwavering. "The path of cultivation is inherently a struggle against men, against the heavens, and against all creation. How could one..."

As the performance commenced, all the camera angles and drones swung into intense operation. With the cameras arranged inside the vehicle as well, precise footage was being captured from every conceivable perspective. The commotion continued until nightfall, around eight o'clock, when the event finally concluded on a high note.

"Have you forgotten who their mentor is?" Fu Hao took a deep drag of his cigarette, exhaled a ring of smoke, and flicked the remaining half-butt onto the road.

At this moment, the majority of the dark ghosts within the nether-realm had surpassed the third grade, possessing a strength capable of executing any practitioner below the eighth heavenly realm.

Geng Jian spoke as he immediately tossed two cobras into the snake pit, then strode out, while Ye Zi quickly retreated from the snake room.

However, this was already a vast improvement compared to the past, when running a single kilometer would leave him half-dead and two kilometers would cause him to foam at the mouth. Fatigue was fatigue, but he had finally managed to complete the three-kilometer run.

Without even realizing it, his eyes grew moist. Why could he never encounter a true discerning judge of talent?

The remaining garrison soldiers were dumbfounded, each terrified of meeting the same wretched fate as that fellow. Not a single one dared to speak, let alone cry out for help.

Chen Feng was well aware of the potency of the Barrier-Breaking Talisman, which could effortlessly tear through ordinary spatial barriers. If it truly was a Barrier-Breaking Talisman, presumably no real danger would ensue.

Within the entire café, the only occupant was a decadent-looking middle-aged man sitting by the window. His once-lush hair was now peppered with countless strands of gray, making him appear particularly pitiful.

The members of the Gong family all wished to shoot it down. Yet, the red lantern radiated an oppressive might that they found impossible to resist—a pressure comparable to the aura of their family head in ordinary times.

Accessories and props are universal across all classes. A player has a total of three accessory slots, allowing for two rings and one necklace. All three of these slots are currently empty for me.

Now, following the investigation and downfall of his father, Lin Fengnian, Lin Sanli found himself struggling to protect even himself, which was why he had finally started attending school regularly once more.

Since Fan Jian had managed to win the favor of those two bosses, it showed he certainly had some capability. Moreover, Fan Jian's previous abrasive and snobbish personality had indeed been thoroughly smoothed away.

The original intent of positioning had been fulfilled, and achieving short-term improvement would likely be quite difficult. Therefore, my internal scale tipped once again toward grinding for experience and leveling up.

A mere glance at the guards' faces revealed they had undoubtedly been meticulously selected. Yin Shisan was sallow-faced and unremarkable; Xiao Sanlang was indeed handsome, but due to his habitual practice of the "Full Moon Dream Void" technique, a faint cyan hue constantly lingered beneath his fair complexion.

Hearing Zhao Qin's words, this was what I was thinking in my heart! She had always lived in terror of Zhao Lin discovering the relationship between us, yet now she had revealed our upstairs encounter directly to Zhao Lin. Wasn't this an obvious way to make Zhao Lin grow suspicious?

Yan Shihua was rather pleased with his own conduct; the actions he took were always executed with extreme subtlety, making it difficult for anyone to catch him in the act or secure evidence.

Ding Yang was originally a major general of the Liang State. Having decisively surrendered to Liu Chong, serving now as a military Sima was quite a respectable background.

Before joining Fang Hu's gang, Zuo Zong and the triangular-eyed Qiao De had at least spent many years operating as assassins. Although they began to live in comfort after entering the gang, their foundational skills remained intact.

This Song Hong, however, was a different story entirely—some random fellow who had popped up out of nowhere. If extortion wasn't practiced on him, who else was there?

Naturally, Shen Mengxi would remain oblivious to this, but I could roughly fathom Zhang Meiyu's psychological state. Managing such a vast and complicated empire of affairs, why had she specifically come to single me out and cause trouble?

"Why didn't you clean this up!" Fatty Tian complained, casting a resentful glance at Chen Wei nearby.

I turned my head to look, only to discover that Zhang Qishan had already fallen asleep. Furthermore, my bedsheets and quilt cover had been entirely replaced by her with pristine, brand-new ones. It seemed that during the two days I was absent from the room, Zhang Qishan had not been idle.

Seeing that Senior Sister Cui was genuinely angered, several male cultivators from the Chiyang Principality stuck out their tongues in fright, not daring to utter a single sound.

She didn't like it—in fact, she loathed it. Yet back then, Lin Zhi had always assumed it was simply because they were romantic rivals. But upon laying eyes on Mo, that exact sensation surged back.

This True Monarch cultivator no longer dared to trade blows head-on with Chu Yu, feeling as though his very fists were on the verge of shattering.

I retreated several steps in succession, barely managing to evade that wave of attacks. After all, having never experienced such a scene before, I found myself in a wretched state under Brother Lei's barrage of blade slashes and kicks.

At this moment, all the mysteries had been unraveled by me. I needed only one final, crucial step: evidence. Yet to acquire the evidence, I had to gain access to the first-floor surveillance room. Gripped by burning anxiety and unable to spare the time to explain to Zhang Qishan, I immediately pressed the elevator button, preparing to head downstairs.

The rumors grew increasingly absurd, while Du Heng, situated right at the eye of the storm, buried herself deep within her needlework, turning a deaf ear to affairs outside her window and allowing the situation to escalate.

To be frank, neither Lin Yi nor Yin Liufeng cared much for fame, feeling that renown often brought too many troubles in its wake. Although fame was destined to find them eventually in the future, they still preferred to avoid it.

Among all the individuals present, those attuned to the wind, lightning, and earth elements formed the majority. He was the sole Saint-controller of the fire element, and in terms of fire-attribute knowledge, presumably no one could surpass the Ancient Emperor's mastery.

Feng He's ambition to remain content within Snow Emperor Mountain was evidently worthy of respect, even though she might perhaps be guarding something of profound significance.

Lady Taihang was consumed with rage upon hearing this. Ignoring Zhang Eryun for the moment, she poured her energy into steering three flying blades in the air, swirling them to encircle and slash at the youth. Simultaneously, she drew a fiery red jade gourd from the leather pouch at her waist, inverted its spout, and unleashed a torrent of crimson flames stretching thousands of feet, burning straight toward the spot where Zhang Eryun stood.