Volume 1, Chapter 36: You’re Actually Making Me Do It?

Chu Lingfeng finished the procedure. He discarded his gloves, cast a glance at the glaring crimson stain on the bedsheets, and let out a sigh. As he covered Wang Shiyan with the quilt and prepared to leave, a voice stopped him. "Big Brother Chu." Wang Shiyan had awakened at some point. "Let me explain..." Chu Lingfeng felt a sense of awkwardness and wanted to clarify things. To his surprise, Wang Shiyan simply sat up and began dressing herself without a hint of coyness. "Big Brother Chu," she said calmly, "I will be thirty in two years. We are both adults. Don't worry, I won't ask you to take responsibility." Chu Lingfeng stood agape, at a loss for words. After a moment of thought, he decided to let it go.

Wei Xuhan’s nerves tightened. Like Commander Cao, he feared that Zhu Changling might be playing tricks or harbor ill intentions, so he hurried forward to personally assist Xu Wanjun to his feet.

As expected, Gu Meiduo’s space was far more beautiful than Yu Ke’an’s, largely because she had begun developing it much earlier.

Liu Jing carefully categorized his magical artifacts, talismans, medicinal pills, and vast quantities of spirit stones, placing them into various storage bags.

Li Huayuan’s voice drifted over, calm and detached. Simultaneously, Liu Jing felt a gentle force wash over his entire body, bringing him immense comfort as the oppressive pressure vanished.

"Big Brother, feed it another mouthful; it must not have realized what was happening just now," Sanbao suggested eagerly.

The ring Yu Ke’an had just placed on her finger contained only a few low-grade herbs, several first-tier pills, two second-tier pills, and some daily necessities.

"Heh, well, that depends on whether this poisoned sword in my hand agrees," Song Jianren said with a chuckle.

"After the bidding concludes, I will personally verify the matter. But until then, I will not interrupt the auction. I ask that both fellow Daoists continue with your bids," the elder surnamed Chi said with a faint smile, unmoved. Clearly, not knowing the identities of the two bidders, he would not risk offending either one.

With this, the Fire God Company could leverage Lin Huajian’s status to further expand its influence.

Duyi, hearing the only piece of valuable information, noted, "I heard this group of people say they are going to a place called 'Ling Bu Ling' in a few days. It sounds like they believe treasures will appear there."

Looking up, one could see figures moving inside the blackened, fire-damaged building; it was a group of firefighters inspecting the scene.

"Me?" Hu Yi’s eyes narrowed. The voice sounded incredibly familiar, yet the tone was entirely foreign. Upon closer inspection, he saw a man with short, upright hair, a small goat-tee, and slightly fleshy cheeks. He looked vaguely recognizable, but Hu Yi could not place who he was.

Amidst the clash of blades, chaos erupted. The guest seating area fell into disarray, suddenly pierced by a blood-curdling scream.

At this moment, the Ghost Emperor was facing not only his own superior golden race but also several pioneers who possessed the "Theorist" specialty, having even constructed pathways to the crown and divinity for these insurgent armies.

Therefore, even though Hu Yi now spoke Russian fluently and possessed vast wealth in rubles, holding himself with great airs in front of Xia Yan, Caihua, and the others, he always felt inferior whenever he faced Yu Feifei.

In Russian, "poka" is typically used in sentences to denote a short duration, meaning "for now." If used alone, it is an informal farewell, roughly equivalent to "see you later."

Niu Tianshang had barely finished speaking when everyone erupted into uncontrollable laughter, some even openly mocking him.

"Qigong Blast!" With a wave of his hand, a fan glowing with a green ring of light pointed forward, sending a high-pressure air wave that knocked the giant mosquito feeding on Sikong Zhan away.

"Right! Let's go!" Lin Feng spotted the figure of the Otherworldly Demon Lord appearing like a mountain and charged down fiercely.

I saw Ziyun, after serving the master and mistress their evening meal, gesturing toward her room from the doorway and tugging secretly at the master's sleeve.

Overwhelmed by the agonizing pain radiating through his body, Li Yalian could no longer resist, collapsing alongside the corpse of Yan Yi.

For one, he had a habit of taking afternoon naps, so after the busy lunch hour, he would head to the second floor to rest and recharge.

Cao Cao was becoming troubled. The resistance in Xuzhou was so fierce that it had significantly delayed his advance.

"Rise." Old Madam Di’s attitude toward Yin Fumiao was far better than it was toward the Di family. Although her hostility remained sharp, the wrinkles on her face softened, showing that she was more at ease.

The eldest princess clenched her fists in secret. She was filled with resentment, yet her face remained wreathed in smiles.

Ma Chao realized that Jia Xu was insulting him through veiled words, but having embarrassed himself earlier, he dared not speak out of turn.

When Princess Yanzhi, Yun Ziyan, looked at him with a gloomy, mocking smile, Wu Yonglin felt a chill to his core. The person he least wanted to see had appeared before him like a shadow. Only after hearing from Yun Ziyan that Zhang Hu and the others were still alive did he finally begin to feel a sense of calm.

He Yu nodded. Meng Yuejia smiled, took a deep breath, and relaxed her shoulders. After staring at He Yu solemnly for a long time, she suddenly leaped backward, tumbling out the door.

Fortunately, the Liu army still possessed a shred of humanity and did not cut off the water supply for Jiang Gan and his men. Having not eaten all day, they could only rely on water to stave off their hunger.

Dian Wei happened to overhear. He said nothing, merely adopting an arrogant posture as he stood beside Lu Bu, not even deigning to look at him directly. His demeanor seemed to say that he was simply above such petty squabbles.

Finally, an ice blade flew before her eyes. It was a beautiful, crystal-clear knife, half a foot long and shaped like a willow leaf—the kind of exquisite item Xiao Ruyun would have been tempted to buy for refining magical tools back when she was still at the Xiao family.

This was not a case of him being hunted for refusing the Wutian Demon Ancestor; he had had no choice but to agree. The cost was the Demon Ancestor's full assistance in completing his mission, and these demons were the subordinates assigned to him.

Sigh, never mind. Whatever the Jiuli Corpse King was, it could wait. Resolving the matter of Zhang Meixiang was the priority.

Just like on this journey, Bai Ye had been secretly under his protection; those insects could never get near him, as they were automatically blocked by this layer of space.

"Damn it, let's fight them to the death!" a powerful warrior shouted in anger. All around him, the others were equally furious; they could not swallow the indignity of being trampled upon by these people from the Western Xuan Region.

Zhao Xuan felt his scalp tingle instantly. Subconsciously, he waved his hand, and a massive white spectral palm slapped out, striking the dragon’s head directly.

He was clearly no fool. From the Devouring Heavenly Corpse beside Lin Dong, he could sense something unusual. He certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to involve himself in such trouble; otherwise, he would simply be serving as a pawn for the Heavenly Dragon Demon Commander.

The Taiyi Heavenly Monarch’s expression was grave. In the past, he had never considered his slacker junior brother, Qianyuan, a threat. But now, Qianyuan had become a figure capable of standing on equal footing with him, forcing him to devote his full attention.

"It seems his physical body is strong, but he lacks spiritual energy. If that's the case, winning against him shouldn't be too difficult!" A smile appeared on Dong Bufan’s face.