Volume One, Chapter 34: Moans in the Night!

Su Mu thought back to all his past actions—at first, he had wanted to take revenge, but later, because of their collaboration, he had forgotten about it.

The oppressive heat made Jiang Yu walk at a sluggish pace all the way, until she finally reached the ox-head emblem the scholar had mentioned.

After Sima Eighteen ended his call with the family head, he sank into contemplation. Although the head merely said he would handle things himself, Sima could detect anger in his voice. His face turned slightly pale as he hung up. He then leapt off the plane, landing atop a mountain cliff.

In fact, the authorities had implemented certain measures for these vagrants, specifically providing charitable halls where they could stay, with food and shelter provided, but in exchange for a certain amount of manual labor.

Truth be told, when she saw Grandpa Tang’s third son at the Tang household yesterday, she had already guessed that this was a possibility.

She connected her phone to her computer with a data cable, her fingers flying over the keyboard, inputting strings of inscrutable data.

He forced himself to get out of bed, grabbed the clothes from the nightstand, put them on, and walked out of the cave.

But just as these words were spoken, a sudden exclamation rang out—“Damn!” It was Yu Zisang who cried out. His expression changed, and he quickly toppled backward.

He didn’t have many friends; even if he did, Lady Cheng would never post anything, lest others steal his limelight.

Jiang Yu staggered backward, her palm scraping against the rough, stony ground. She paused, her movements stilled, gazing at this young man who was all too eager to see her gone. Weariness welled up in her, but soon it was replaced by a moment of realization.

Inside the pharmacy, the air was thick with the scent of various medicines. Ye Mu took a deep breath, feeling as if he had returned to Old Zhang’s Apothecary.

“Hell, he’s gone into the mountains—there’s no signal up there! All right, enough, stop worrying and get lost!” Liu the Half-Immortal waved him off.

Su Ming wanted to keep questioning the Blood Bat, but recalling the latter’s recent words and seeing the expression on his face, he thought better of it.

Dealing with a single Supreme of Creation was already exhausting; now, beset by ten, they had no choice but to retreat back into the Celestial Fate Universe.

Some merchants, trading houses, and nobles had hoarded grain on a grand scale, only to be forced to sell when funds ran out. The tide shifted, and no one dared hoard anymore.

Since Su Ming was powerless to turn the tide, all their hopes now rested on Bai Susu’s shoulders.

Receiving Shierkir’s reply, Frey was overwhelmed with joy but also plagued by worry. After all, Gemir and the slain Chesia, killed by Chen Tingzhi, were brothers; he had no idea how he could ever marry this girl.

Xuedi’s attention was caught by Jiang Chen, and in his eyes burned a hatred as deep as bone.

He had gone to Dragon Mountain, first and foremost, to keep the enemy from finding him. As the main brain, he knew that to crush the beast tide, his enemy would come for the king first.

He had also heard that the child’s stepmother had smeared Su Xuan at the birthday banquet, a sign that these past two years had been far from kind.

Watching Gornil and Charlotte plunge deep into the ranks of the beastfolk, while Jinli still fought on the periphery, Aragon couldn’t help but worry. If Jinli was in danger, he could still help in time, but if the other two fell into peril, there’d be no way to lend a hand quickly enough.

Ling Yifan sighed inwardly; this Forbidden Sect was indeed extraordinary. At that moment, even the owner of the voice within the sect uttered a soft “hmm.” He had already probed the white-haired youth’s cultivation outside the mountain. That sound should have hurt him, yet the youth emerged from it unscathed.

Zheng Zha was startled, finally breaking free from the tangle of emotions. When he looked again, neither Zhan Lan nor Lori was there—only a taciturn young man in glasses sat in the chair.

In this era, although Wang Feng was invincible, there were still the Seven Supremes as adversaries.

Inside the grand hall, everyone murmured in amazement, staring at Ye Tian, who was cultivating, utterly dumbfounded.

Lin Yao lay motionless, quietly sensing the ghost’s movements. It hovered outside the thatched hut, occasionally peering through the window, as if wanting to come in. In the end, it didn’t, and after a long while, drifted away on its own.

“Well then, drink any more and nothing will get done today. There’s no time to lose…” Dai Youheng’s face flushed with cheer as he smiled.

Suddenly, a thunderclap exploded. A golden-red bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air. The brilliant light forced Jia Jinlian and the White Tiger Emperor to shut their eyes, and the lightning struck them both, wracking their bodies with excruciating pain.

Amid the sounds of dragons roaring, five dragon gods of different colors rose from the battle totem, coiling around the Five-Element Profound Pill. As the dragon markings appeared, the cockpit was filled with an aura of destruction.

“Oh, please, stop pretending. Aren’t you more anxious than I am? You’ve sunk hundreds of thousands into this, haven’t you? Aren’t you worried about losing it all?” Lin Di, scolded by Hong Tao, retorted in frustration, starting to reveal his shortcomings.

When he finally saw what the so-called indicator light was, chills ran up his spine. He had about ten bullets left in his gun, and in less than two seconds, he fired them all into the massive infected creature rushing at him.

Suddenly, the conference room doors crashed open and a special combatant from “Yanhuang” burst in. His left sleeve hung empty and blood dripped to the floor—were he not a powerful source-energy warrior, he would have already fainted from blood loss.

“Wei’er, are you still trying to keep the truth from me about what happened back then?” Li Zhe glared at his son, his tiger eyes flashing with anger.

Qin Shou had no other choice; he could only mount his bicycle, force himself to be patient, and follow the smug He Laobai as they zigzagged through the streets. Eventually, they meandered down a deserted old lane and stopped in front of an antique pawnshop.

It was like confronting a living legend—a ghostly monster. Huang Chen delivered a kick, only to be seized by a cold hand and hoisted upside down into the air.

The more mysteries he unraveled, the more tangled they became. Long Yang could no longer string the memories together, so he had to set aside the past for now and start organizing clues from the present.

Some Xiliang cavalry managed to seize warhorses, but it didn’t change the outcome of the battle. Not only were Lü Bu’s cavalry charging through their ranks, but on the flanks, Wang Shuang and Gao Shun led tens of thousands in assault. The Xiliang army’s infantry could not match regular foot soldiers, let alone the elite Forlorn Hope battalions.