Volume One, Chapter 26: The Ox Swelled Up

The Ancestral Qilin emerged from the void. His fur had turned white and he appeared frail with age, yet his eyes remained exceptionally piercing, fixed intently upon Qin Yuan.

He then proceeded to refine the spirit herbs for the Origin-Returning Pill one by one. Only after every herb had been processed did he finally exhale in relief.

"Do you even remember that I was your father? And that was when I was nothing, relying solely on the kindness of the tribe just to get a bite to eat..." the Great Shaman said, his voice tinged with sorrow.

"A-Man, let's go deliver food to Mother in a while!" Caiwei had no interest in listening to their grievances; as far as she was concerned, the people opposite them deserved to be taught a lesson.

After a long period of adaptation, he had developed a certain immunity to the erosion of the turbid aura.

Jiang Fusheng unleashed the Water Element Seal directly. Although he was less proficient with it than the Fire Element Seal, he was currently in the middle of the ocean, and by leveraging the terrain, its power proved even greater.

Following Caiwei’s lead, the others gathered toward their side, as the cave they were in was currently uninhabited.

Jiang Fusheng slowly retracted the spirit fire into his body, breathed a soft sigh, and lifted the furnace lid. Gazing at the eight Origin-Returning Pills at the bottom, a trace of satisfaction flickered in his eyes.

It was just like Ji Feixuan today: bleeding from all seven orifices, face filled with utter disbelief, and without a single trace of a struggle or combat—just like that, silently... he died.

Upon hearing Jiang Fusheng’s words, Jiang Maohua’s expression shifted instantly, and he spoke to Jiang Fusheng with a hint of irritation.

Following his instructions, Jiang Mo adjusted the sight settings and tried moving her arm to aim and fire once more. Perhaps it was psychological, but it seemed much better than before; at least she could see where she was shooting, and looking at the screen didn't make her feel as dizzy.

How could anyone have imagined such a feng shui layout here? Why did Shao Huafu build a house in this place? Even as a master of yin and yang, he certainly did not have the fate to dwell in such a structure. This was no longer a residence; it was a temple.

The person called A-Yun was an evolved being with special sensory abilities. Before they made their move, they had specifically sensed whether there were any unusual presences nearby. Yet, that person had appeared abruptly and saved them. All of these circumstances left the middle-aged man filled with suspicion.

Hiruzen Sarutobi was sleeping in the Hokage’s office. He had pulled another all-nighter yesterday and simply hadn't gone home, opting to spend the night right there in the office.

Everyone in Yang City knew that Lu Yuheng was now the Chairman of the Lu Consortium, and her intention to become his executive assistant was clear to all.

Jiang Feng looked at their hideous forms and burst into laughter: "You’ve all turned into pig-snouted monsters, what are you still happy about?" Hearing this, they looked at one another and couldn't help but shriek, "Oh heavens, what is happening? Why have we all turned into pig-heads?" Dropping their clubs, they fled in a panic.

As the light erupted from the spirit artifact and pierced his heart, the middle-aged man’s strength drained away like a deflating balloon.

These people appeared to be from Fengdu City, and they had clearly been possessed. Dozens of them came surging into the main hall.

Old Mother Liu had no real grudge against Wang Dachun’s grandfather. Since they lived in the same village, she felt a vague sense of distress, which was only natural.

Before the few wandering spirits could even touch Zhong Wan, they were struck by several talismans and vanished into thin air with a wail of agony.

Of course, the Great Slave was inherently unique and could not be judged by conventional standards. Anyone who viewed the Great Slave as an ordinary Third-Grade expert would find the consequences to be an absolute catastrophe.

However, at this moment, Mu Yi could no longer concern himself with the consequences for the Rock Clan’s prospective emperor. Although the shackles had dimmed significantly without the support of the Divine Calculator, they were still slowly descending upon Mu Yi. If he did nothing, he would likely be unable to escape the fate of being imprisoned.

Toward his parents—especially his mother—Ding Guibao was clearly filled with resentment and anger. Not only would he smash bowls and flip tables when his mother urged him to eat, but his eyes would also turn red the moment he saw her.

Just then, a graceful figure drifted before Ling Qingyun. Was it not Yan Yuxue, who had come to challenge him the night before?

This ruffian-like youth did not know that Sima Chenfeng, a prodigy among their peers, had also been defeated by Ling Qingyun’s sword, his pride deeply wounded by the Golden Severing Sword Intent. Being even weaker than Sima Chenfeng, how could he possibly be a match for him?

Why should he be allowed to live so peacefully, thinking that no one would ever know what he had done?

Zhong Sixin was both embarrassed and furious. She snapped, "What does it have to do with you? I don't know where this wild woman came from, rushing into Officer Lan's office to cause such a scene."

"Moreover, in this star domain, if possible, minimize consumption as there is no way to automatically recover here," Zhuang Zhou explained, relaying the information he had gathered about the star domain.

Yun Long had not expected this infantry commander to speak fluent Chinese, though his speech carried a distinct Liaodong accent. If he was not a Han Chinese stranded here, he must have dealt with the Han people frequently.

As for killing his opponent, Mu Yi felt no burden at all. He didn't even know the man's name. As the saying goes, one reaps what one sows; his death could only be blamed on himself, not on others. Even without Mu Yi today, the sins he carried meant he would not have escaped his fate sooner or later.

Xie Junhe gazed blankly at Qin Shi. He had long ceased to believe in so-called "jianghu" camaraderie, yet at this moment, he was so shocked that his complexion changed. "Retribution," Qin Shi replied softly.