Volume 1, Chapter 28: I Only Want Peace and Quiet

At that moment, Master Ma suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. It should be known that the Jade Essence Talisman not only provides automatic defense but also executes an automatic counterattack the very instant his yin energy dissipates.

Su Zhiyuan did not have much of a reaction to this. Martial artists value brotherhood and loyalty, and dealing with them as a government official felt somewhat like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole.

Mr. Zhu glared at Yang Fu with eyes spitting fire. There was blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and because his entire body was bound, he could not wipe it away, looking rather disheveled.

Shi Cheng sighed and said, "I came here this time to tell you: do not act rashly before the imperial decree is issued. I will make arrangements for the prison, so rest assured."

Sometimes, when the Emperor finds someone displeasing, he sends them straight to the border under the guise of defending the home and protecting the country. Moreover, the conflict between him and the Emperor is not merely about these things, though now is not the time to settle the score.

At this moment, hearing the familiar words, Lu Shuangjiang felt unbearable heartache and immense anger. She sat up abruptly and saw the bright red pentagram and the familiar family portrait pasted on the mottled mud walls.

Both the Li and Zhang families are secretly expanding their influence, but if it is for the mutual development of the Danling Valley, he believes Ling Yue would certainly not refuse.

He suddenly flicked his black cloak, gripping a corner of it in his hand. Under his powerful focus, the cloak became as rigid as steel, held in front of him like a shield as he darted toward the direction from which the sounds of fighting originated.

It was evident that Liu Qing was extremely smug that Li Yang had been so frightened by them that he fled in a panic.

"You're so skilled, you must be that old partner of mine. Let me give you a name—how about 'Heihei'?" Yan Shi was incredibly happy, feeling as if he were reunited with an old friend.

Song Ziguan remained very cautious, especially since this concerned her close friend; she naturally had to stay vigilant.

Although urged by the race personnel, he gathered his courage to mount his warhorse and enter the arena, but his dejected expression clearly revealed his current state of frustration.

At the entrance directly ahead, two arrow towers had been constructed with wooden frames. Several defensive magic arrays were set up around the towers, giving an appearance of strict vigilance.

Li Anfu looked at Yi Ziqian, puzzled, his expression seemingly asking who this strange old man was.

Yang Mo was stunned for a moment. He was just thinking that Yi Tian was still inside the Sword Blood Tower, and if he didn't rush back in time, it might lead to a loss of life.

Snape did not expect that he would also receive one. He looked at the green sweater in his hands with his initials embroidered on it, momentarily unsure of how to react.

Furthermore, nursing staff will assist in the capture tonight; everyone is reminded to report immediately once the patient's whereabouts are discovered.

The so-called "Season Power" is the foundation for unleashing seasonal abilities—to put it in layman's terms, it is similar to mana in a game; the release of seasonal abilities requires mana.

I sat in the car and punched myself hard, thinking to myself, why was I so cowardly! It only fueled the enemy's arrogance; that was truly uncalled for.

The Seven Emperors returned, yet vanished in the blink of an eye. Even the netherworld’s Great Emperor and Mother Houtu had disappeared, leaving the chaotic underworld momentarily stunned. Clearly, they could not understand why these emperors had left so suddenly; was this return merely a facade?

Qing Cheng was already panting with exhaustion, so she nodded. After dismounting, the two entered the yurt to rest. The imperial tent was naturally spacious, supported by several massive wooden pillars, furnished with tables, chairs, and soft couches, all carved with intricate and exquisite golden patterns. Thick sheepskin rugs were spread across the floor, sinking deep underfoot with every step.

Around him, the ghosts that had been standing on either side became immensely tall, surrounding the oil cauldron and looking down at Xia Mu.

The next day, the fleet continued upstream, stopping to tour Fengdu Ghost City, Zhongxian Shibaozhai, White Emperor City, and the Zhang Fei Temple before proceeding further up the Yangtze. After dark, they finally reached the most dangerous shipping channel on the Sichuan River, more treacherous even than the fearsome reefs of the Three Gorges.

Qingshan Cemetery is located on the western mountain of Shabi City. Since it was not a special occasion, there were very few people there to pay their respects.

Regarding the preparation of funds, they planned to raise an additional portion to serve as startup capital for the new shop, ensuring the branch could be established smoothly. Having funds is like having fresh blood; it allows things to proceed more efficiently.

Besides, Noble Consort Chun had an entire ship to transport her belongings; as long as she wasn't moving the entire Palace of Benevolent Peace, there was no need to worry about running out of space.

But the key point was not the surrounding walls, nor the large pit, but the bones that carpeted the entire pit.

Gu Ningyun and Yun Huanling waited for two hours. Had the fierce ghost not been so slow to attack, they would have assumed Su Jue had already been dealt with by it.

"What, reluctant to see me leave? A farewell extends for a thousand miles, but the bond of affection lingers even longer," Ye Feng said, looking at Schopenhauer.

The training match at the Purple Gold team's home stadium last time was just an accident, a special privilege granted to Wang Kai by the Purple Gold team alone.

Xiao Shaohua felt his heart skip a beat, realizing that something had gone wrong. He immediately called Zhang Tao's number back, yet before it connected, he still held a shred of hope: "Maybe he just forgot to charge the bracelet again," or "Maybe the bracelet malfunctioned."

The seawater split open for dozens of feet, and as the flying knives streaked through the air, the space behind them turned into a vacuum.

Fu Yuling was startled: "It's not that it's bad," he paused, the second half of the sentence left unsaid, his fists clenched tight.

In modern times, scorpions have little meat, but scorpion meat is a rare delicacy. As for this scorpion before him, which was as big as a person, it would be a waste not to eat it.