Volume 1, Chapter 46: Officially Joining the Cast

"Please think carefully once again. Among the rumors you heard and from those who returned alive, wasn't the palace seen at the bottom of the sea called Jieshi Palace?" I asked anxiously.

I was utterly shocked. I had seen Mu Xixue die in my arms with my own eyes. Among the four major disciples of Mi Ziqi, probably no one's Daoist magic could surpass Mu Xixue, who had ultimately comprehended all of the Nine Heavens Hidden Dragon Arts. However, the worlds of the living and the dead are different; as a wandering ghost, she would no longer possess the power of Daoist magic, let alone be able to force back Wei Yong with a shudder.

The next day, Xi Bai woke up to find the sky already bright. Stepping out of his room without waking anyone else, he headed straight for the military rank exchange office. Now that he had over two thousand contribution points, it was better to exchange them for the rank of centurion.

Madam Feng felt heartbroken seeing her like this, but unable to do anything, she had no choice but to leave first.

He smiled faintly, his fingertips gently brushing across her warm cheek. "This way, I can have a 'secret tryst' with you every night. What is wrong with that?" His voice carried the hoarseness left after passion, tender and magnetic, stirring one's heartstrings.

Numerous warriors holding weapons and hundreds of chariot-pulling warhorses stood in rows and ranks, forming a magnificent and imposing formation that recreated the grand momentum of the Qin army fighting with millions of troops two thousand years ago, swallowing mountains and rivers like a dragon.

Empress Dowager Boyao gave two self-deprecating laughs, her face devoid of its former arrogance. Cleansed by the Buddhist hall, what remained was a deep composure born from vicissitudes. Gradually, this restless and anxious heart grew peaceful.

"Why did you kill him?!" Wang Yazhuo's emotions spiraled somewhat out of control. I pulled her behind me, fearing she might rush forward. Although the man was unarmed, that did not mean he lacked danger.

Tong Xinyuan opened her mouth, wanting to explain but feeling something wasn't quite right. Climbing into the car, she muttered, "Clearly, I'm the one cooking for you to eat, okay!" A pampered young master simply had no appreciation for other people's hardships.

Had she been the Zhou Jiayao of her past life, she would never have let Zhou Xinggui off so easily. At the very least, when tossing money at him, she would have dropped some arrogant remark like, "Take this money to buy a graveyard." But now, she didn't say anything overly harsh; after all, so many eyes were watching! Saying too much was inappropriate.

Yet even when being mobbed by a crowd, Tang Zhou did not use arrows. Only when others drew guns would Tang Zhou pick up his bow and arrow, and then, using his peerless and exquisite swordsmanship within a range of four hundred meters, teach them how to behave.

She drove her crane far back into the sky, panic-stricken in her heart, feeling as though the moment she approached those fierce beasts, she would once again be controlled by the will of the Main God and become his puppet.

Gao Shiwei was at a loss for words for a moment. What was needed right now was not comforting words, but the most effective analysis based on the current situation.

The remaining disciples of the Fox Alien Sect looked at the distant figure of the Demon Lord as if waking from a nightmare, feeling it was all so unreal. A powerful sect had been destroyed in the blink of an eye. That figure would be the existence of a lifelong nightmare for them.

Yet this world was different from the information age of her past life, where if an emperor farted, even the beggars below would know about it... Although connected by a network, the thirty-six cities watched over and governed themselves independently, each enduring the threat of exotic beasts and facing the crisis of annihilation at any moment.

Hu Ximei's spiritual body was completely unclad, her flawless figure emanating faint fluorescent light like an elven sprite.

Even at a probability of ten to one, that would still be a hundred thousand elite soldiers. Of course, elite soldiers were ultimately just regular troops, numbering at most fifty or sixty thousand.

Moreover, in the early Qing Dynasty, to prevent such occurrences, families without even five pints of rice in stock were all put to death without exception.

Dragon was extremely hesitant. Only after bearing such a responsibility does one realize how heavy the burden on one's shoulders truly is. What he was carrying now was no longer simply a revolutionary army, but the destiny of all people across the world. The heaviest mountain in the world pressed down upon his shoulders.

"Just thinking about it makes me angry." Princess Heng's consort recounted all the noble daughters who had visited during the day, causing Prince Heng's brows to knit deeply in a frown.

Before the word "retreat" could leave her lips, with a crisp clang, the ruby-embedded dagger slipped from Xia Yanran's hand, bounced once, and landed squarely at Chuxiu's feet.

Yet with another flash of blade light, the Wolf King's pistol was sliced off by Qin Feng as well, leaving him holding only the grip.

The black-robed elder smiled sinisterly, a look of disdain on his lips. His sole purpose was to block these people's path forward.

Tan Lin's expression was solemn, his eyes slightly closed. At this moment, Tan Lin became exceptionally sanctified, enveloped in blinding rays of white light. Many people wore looks of astonishment. This dazzling radiance elevated Tan Lin to the likeness of an emperor. Even Chen Langye was deeply shocked, not expecting Tan Lin to possess such strength.

"It is the Guardian of Light." Tang Youyou recognized them from afar, her beautiful eyes turning cold as murderous intent surged within her.

Judging by its previous destructive power, it could probably easily blow a train carriage into powder, right?

Uncle Zhao, unaware of Aunt Zhao and Zhao Xiu's inner thoughts, merely instructed Lü Hong to come back and visit him when he had time. To be honest, regarding Lü Hong as a disciple, Uncle Zhao treated him like half a son. Upon hearing that Lü Hong was moving away, he felt a lingering sense of reluctance.

Liang Xinzhi had rushed over all the way from Baishan, just to have a meal with him? A sudden sense of warmth stirred in Qin Feng's heart, and his bellyful of anger vanished instantly without a trace.

"Coming to find me this late at night, you couldn't be feeling empty, lonely, and cold, could you?" Chen Langye said with a playful smile.

Everything that needed to be said had already been repeated countless times over. He only feared that saying anything more would cause Chuxiu to feel aversion and want to escape. It was better not to speak; at least while sitting face to face, being able to look at her felt sufficient.