Chapter Thirty: Fury Unleashed

Pei Qinghe’s heroic disregard for life and death stirred the spirit and courage of Captain Sun.

Losing one's head is but a scar the size of a bowl.

Fear was of no use; it was better to harden one's heart and charge forward, perhaps to carve out a path to survival.

Captain Sun laughed heartily: "The Sixth Young Lady is right. I must choose a horse with great speed so that I can run faster when it comes time to flee."

Pei Qinghe laughed and gave Captain Sun a thumbs-up.

Able to ride a horse.

"I am naturally willing. I am exhausted, and I no longer wish to see the mutual slaughter between flesh and blood. Now, having lived in the Nine Nether Cloud Creek Valley for some time, I suddenly realize I should have come here long ago to live out the rest of my days." The Ninth Prince, Guan Gu Xiaoyao, closed his eyes, breathing in the fragrant, spiritual energy of the valley with a smile.

Everyone floated in mid-air, descending no further. They had been entering the abyss for over three hours, yet they had not reached the bottom. One could only imagine how deep this abyss truly was and how mysterious the world below might be.

Guo Niankou wept uncontrollably. Chen Gan, feeling pity and guilt, pulled her into his arms, patting her back incessantly to comfort her.

"Step aside, all of you! Xuan'er, put down the Qingming Sword and give yourself a chance to choose," Meng Liannian urged.

All the onlookers grew increasingly expectant, craning their necks and hoping their eyes could pierce through the veil to witness the forging of the Nirvana Pill with their own eyes.

The Dean fell silent. Whether you can sleep is your own business; as for him, he was sleeping soundly, for the Zou family’s Pingquan Insurance Company had suddenly called to offer him numerous benefits, ensuring he would have no worries in his twilight years. He could live comfortably even without a pension.

Outside, US dollars and gold were the only hard currencies, accepted everywhere one went; though in Europe, one would have to exchange them for Euros.

One by one, they were finally liberated from the shackles of the Flame Demon’s orthodoxy. Ending their lives as slaves, they began to awaken their own free will. The philosophy that "my fate is determined by me, not by the heavens," and that "man can conquer nature," began to be embraced by them.

In a sense, their conversation was like that of a schizophrenic, with two different souls speaking to one another.

Because X was already helpless against Zhong Hanyu, he could only comfort Yu Zhaomu thus: Human hearts are fickle; one must remain calm and carry on with ease.

The next morning, White Wolf woke up early, hopped off the bed, and walked outside the treehouse. In the distance, the egg-yolk-like morning sun had already appeared on the horizon. A cloud hanging near the sun was tinged with golden red, and the surface of the sea shimmered with light.

At that moment, Uncle Chen was very excited, so he controlled the spiritual energy orb to approach the band of light, focusing intently to observe—the band of light had faded a little more.

This Right Battalion of the Imperial Guard was the capital Zhao Rui had left for the Xiao clan, and the foundation upon which Xiao Zijun would later establish himself in the imperial court; it could be said to be of extreme importance.

Moreover, this change had not ceased. It seemed that something existed within his body, constantly reshaping it. With every passing interval, his physical capabilities in all aspects grew significantly.

White Wolf shook his head. He did not want to discuss the statistical methods of population growth rates. Subtracting the population at the beginning of the month from the population at the end and dividing by the average monthly population would yield the desired figure. This method was very effective, and there was no need for discussion.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Han Dynasty had just been established, Liu De’s prestige was formidable, and the various factions were not yet deeply entangled, it was best to sweep everything clean while the opportunity remained.

Shui Roubing was suddenly attacked. With a thought, she instantly condensed several thin ice walls before her. The opponent's two sleeves swept against the ice walls with a muffled "boom"! The next moment, the ice walls shattered completely, but the slovenly Taoist’s sleeves ultimately failed to touch Shui Roubing.

The Ning-frost Sword transformed into streaks of brilliant light, shooting toward Chibikeli. The brown armor on his burly frame was sliced to shreds by the blade, and the sword wounds left him covered in horrific, gaping flesh.