Volume One, Chapter Two: Hmm, You Should Get a Vasectomy

Yet he could not make up his mind; after his body had been completely reconstructed, would he still be himself? His heart was no longer his original heart, his brain no longer the same as before—everything had changed. Was he still himself?

The severed head spun through the air, whirling around several times. With Saeko Busujima’s current eyesight, she could easily track even the flight of a passing fly, so it was only natural she could clearly see the expression on Jason’s face as his head flew through the air.

Jiang Feng roughly estimated that to break through from the initial stage of Condensed Essence to the middle stage, he would need at least the true essence of someone at the upper stage, or even the peak, of Condensed Essence.

Never test human nature; humanity excels at nothing so much as disappointing others.

Further down sat a pure nobody who held some power within the Yun family, but Yun Huang couldn’t recall his name at all.

Inside the restroom, the Monkey King squatted on the toilet, completely bewildered, then forced a grin and gave a greeting.

Li Wei took the banana from the Monkey King’s hand, tore one off, peeled it, and began to eat. The nauseating taste spread through his mouth, but Li Wei ate slowly and with great enjoyment, as if he were savoring some rare delicacy—he was hungry.

Heaven knows, whenever she called him “husband,” whatever request she made, he simply could not refuse.

The Mogan River stretched from west to east, spanning the entire Scarlet Sea. The riverbed was also where the fiercest gales of the Scarlet Sea raged, forming a natural barrier that sheltered the Sanctuary within.

At that moment, the giant tree at the heart of the Divine Realm shuddered, and an important branch snapped and crashed to the ground, raising billowing mushroom clouds.

It was odd; ever since that dream, Lu Yuan hadn’t heard the irritating sound of the train passing over the railroad bridge again…

Facing Yu Ming’s unreasonable attacks, Ashin’s knee blocks failed to stop Yu Ming’s low sweeps. His elbow and bent-arm blocks could not ward off Yu Ming’s midsection kicks and high side kicks. Instead, every attempt at defense left him staggering from the terrifying force, the struck parts aching and gradually going numb.

Her uncle had already been critically ill two years ago, so the moment she heard he’d been hospitalized again, she grew extremely anxious.

At this moment, Min Xiong and Zhou Rui had somehow produced a five-star red flag, holding it aloft and waving it from their seats.

But considering Yu Ming’s perverse abilities, one could not dismiss this as an impossible goal.

Qingsongzi watched the screen with great interest, nearly drooling—clearly a lecherous old man. I shook my head and focused on the screen.

After advancing to the Zombie King realm, the puppet chip embedded in his mind had mysteriously vanished. Whether it had shattered from the surging energy or simply dissolved was unknown. If the chip had remained, he would have simply followed orders, obeying his master’s commands without troubling himself with such worries.

“What do you mean by that? Biaozi, I’ve put up with you for long enough! We’re both at the fifth stage—how much stronger can you really be?” Wang Meng retorted angrily.

Though she didn’t know the exact reason, Ji Ruohua was certain her leap in cultivation was linked to that demon from the day before; most likely, she had absorbed the demon’s spiritual body, which had caused her abilities to soar.

As soon as Duan Wuqing finished speaking, his demonic energy surged to its peak. With a cruel smile, he moved, and a handprint of demonic energy, many times stronger than before, slammed down from above. The highly corrosive power ate away at even the hardest gravel, reducing it to dust.

Outside the window, dusk deepened, and footsteps in the corridor grew ever more numerous as more people arrived for dinner. The beautiful waitress had already entered the room five times, each time subtly checking if their meal was nearing its end.

Today, Wu Ziyu successfully got rid of Mu Qiao, who never got along with Jin. From now on, this would be a place of endless wealth. Choosing an auspicious day or not hardly mattered now. The original delay was only because Wu Ziyu was worried Ren Ruoyun’s situation wouldn’t be settled in time. Now, with a definite schedule, the property transfer would be done tomorrow, and the business could open the day after.

“So, can you tell me exactly how I can help you? And since you came to find me, why not do so openly? Why use such a cruel method to harm others?” The memory of the recent bloodshed and the corpses of the guards lying on the ground left Mei Shuang unable to accept such cold-bloodedness.

Clearly, Wang Yuyan was also completely surprised. One stood at the top of the steps, the other at the bottom—they stared at each other in disbelief.

Zhang Xinran, dragged along by her mother, walked at the end of the group. Beside her was a well-dressed young man, smiling as he chatted with her—presumably the son of that Mayor Liu.

Absorbing the power of the demon pearl was the real goal. At this thought, Lin Chen relaxed his shoulders and once again began channeling the Scripture of Flame and Ice.

“At last, I’ve found it.” Ye Ming grinned, clutching the soaking wet wallet. He opened it—damn, the cash was gone, only a bank card remained. Ye Ming lowered his head, tucked the wallet into his pocket, held his breath, and dived under, swimming toward the shore.

“What? Damn it, someone dared to mess with my wife!” Ye Ming roared in fury. That bastard must be tired of living, to dare make a move on the woman I’ve already set my sights on. I’ll have to teach him a lesson he won’t forget.

The navy numbered fifteen hundred, with Inkwater serving as both commander and overseer. The shipyard had four docks: two for three-masted ships with a construction cycle of forty-five days, and two for four-masted ships with a sixty-day cycle.

When inflicting punishment, they would first torment the victim with pain on non-lethal parts of the body, only taking their life at the end.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Lin Ye quickly bought a train ticket online according to the schedule Chang Jing had just sent.

What greeted him was a lively street scene he hadn’t seen in ages—throngs of people, a jumble of tents, collapsed buildings. Li Jianrui stepped off the vehicle, his ears filled with buzzing and incomprehensible voices.

“I’d better do it myself.” With his newly mastered footwork, Bai Yu effortlessly landed in the training yard below, startling the master who had been waiting for a chance to show off.

“Bozi, are you sure you’re not feverish? You’re not just pulling our leg?” Zhou Yiwei was stunned; from the look on Huang Bo’s face, he seemed to be completely serious.

Just how many conspiracies lay behind what the old master spoke of, and how many secrets had yet to be revealed to him?

“After turning sixteen, members of the demon clan undergo a two-year trial period. During that time, when they smell the scent of their destined mate, their soul will manifest.” The cloud, who had been struggling in his arms, suddenly stilled.