Chapter 46: The Second Miss of the Ye Family

"Speak! Who sent you to kill me?" Shen Qinghe's icy voice exploded through the dense mist, making the lead cultivator's muscles tense in an instant.

He reacted almost instinctively, a ball of crimson flame gathering in his right palm, which he hurled fiercely toward the source of the sound.

A thunderous explosion reverberated through the tunnel, the scorching wave of fire roiling the surrounding fog in violent surges.

Yet even as the aftermath of the blast lingered—

At that moment, Meng Donger’s thoughts were in turmoil. Hearing his steady voice, she nodded unconsciously and prepared to leave.

But Yun Qing seemed entirely unconcerned whether it would die then and there. Instead, he lifted his gaze, sweeping his eyes over the assembled demons.

The assistant informed him that before President Zhang of the logistics company had called, someone else had phoned him, but hadn’t said anything before hanging up.

Cindy was tasked with sitting on a nearby stone, her gaze blankly fixed on Lucifer as he barbecued.

Shen Lin could feel that, after breaking through to the Manifestation stage, the power within his body had grown dozens of times stronger.

The power of the void was the most violent and chaotic force within the realm of nothingness. Only those who reached the Void Refinement stage could absorb such energy from beyond the plane.

Moreover, throughout history, stories of demons had always been negative and evil—pure embodiments of malice, whose actions chilled the soul. Even the most sinister heretics trembled at the mere mention of their name.

Lina said nothing, letting energy continue to gather in her palm, hoping to send these two giant dragons on their way with a single magic burst.

Her back unconsciously straightened. She glanced furtively over her shoulder, estimating that at this distance, Bo Yanqing likely couldn’t hear clearly.

Though His Majesty’s health had never been robust, it was rare for him to fall into such a deep coma, much less for so long.

At present, he still had many fantastical beasts in need of cultivation, and lacked the time to raise new ones. For now, he chose not to hatch any more eggs.

The southwestern lands of the barbarians were riddled with poisonous miasma and venomous insects. To obtain the legendary Xi-Yuan Flower was nearly impossible, yet none of them could stop the Marquis.

Now, however, Fu Bi’s favored candidate had miraculously become Fang Zhongyong, who was the same age as Wang Anshi.

Liu Daxiong had already been here that morning. He dutifully swiped his card and followed Xie Heilong inside.

Hearing this, Xiao Bai nodded. As the main escort target for this mission, he could never truly sell this wolf, no matter what; even if he finished Side Quest One, the price would be too great. He had only meant to scare this unusually arrogant she-wolf.

With his senior brother present, there was at least forty years before this problem would need worrying about. Even if there were setbacks, Senior Sister Hong Yan would not refuse to teach him.

Spring had arrived. Combined with the great furnace burning in the artisan’s quarters, it wasn’t long before beads of sweat began to form on Fang Zhongyong’s brow.

Only those who truly abhorred and despised death could understand just how hard-won true peace was, and would cherish it all the more.

The two exchanged blows, fist after fist landing solidly, exhilarating and unrestrained. This kind of raw, unembellished combat, though lacking the flashy ninjutsu, had its own aesthetic—one of pure, visceral power.

As for that old matter, the peculiarly shaped Mr. Dragonfruit spoke up, “Those are things of the distant past. Ever since you refused—”

Ever since the Daoist of Creation merged Carefree Island with Creation Island, he had left the Primeval Realm behind.

The three great resurrection relics were the Ancestor’s Bones, the Ancestor’s Will, and the Source of the Ancestor’s Power.

Thinking of this, Tuoba Shen recalled his earlier plans made in secret: if the Wei Empire ever collapsed, or if he could no longer avoid the dangers of political strife, and his life was threatened, he would seek refuge with Wu’er, the “Old Man” Xiao Yan. The thought left him dazed, his fists unconsciously clenching tighter.

After about forty-five minutes, the attendant assigned to wait at the main gate returned to report that the southern envoy had been brought to the Hall of Prosperity.