Chapter 32

Within the brief span of a single hour, the hunt neared its end. Aside from a handful of beasts with unusually strong minds still struggling, every beast in the Spring and Autumn Sect above the Profound Realm was captured and brought up to the firmament. My master sat leisurely on the sofa and said, "The old lady you saw riding the donkey was merely a mountain spirit, nothing formidable, but she can lure away a soul. Losing one soul isn’t too bad—if you never recover it, you might live ten years less. But if she takes a spirit, you’ll end up dull-witted, if not outright foolish."

I pulled Tingting upstairs; she was insistent, demanding I explain myself. "Liangzi," she said, "I don’t care. Today you must tell me why you harbor ill intentions toward me. Have I not been good to you?"

Still shaken, I quickly grabbed the copper coin sword and ran to my master’s side. He glanced at me, saw I was unharmed, and pulled me close. "Cain is about to emerge," he said. "Leave this burial ground at once. Once I deal with Cain, I’ll come find you."

"Can you care for others when you can’t even care for yourself?" The three demon lieutenants in their true forms landed a few more blows on the boy of the nether power.

The protagonist departed, and the rest of the Sun family could only follow. Aside from one of Sun Magpie’s brothers, who spat out a threat to the Guan family, nothing much happened.

As a regional overlord, Revered Nine Infants possessed the full power of the Unity Realm—an absolute force in the desert. That he finally entered the Sea of Luo Stars was proof enough of his prowess.

Taking out the Thunder Abyss gloves, I infused them with dark power and, with my mind, commanded, "Thunder Abyss, by the order of darkness, reveal the ultimate form of the Beast of Carnage."

Through the mist, a middle-aged man with an aquiline nose, shrouded in a tattered black cloak, his body scorched black and a pair of dark wings sprouting from his back, was fleeing for his life.

"Does this count as defeating the bait tactic?" Wang Yue asked after shooting Liu Hong, the bait tactician, through the head.

The marketing strategies of the Grand Scoundrel Yun were flawless. In just one day, countless martial artists remembered the shop.

"Commander Nangong, long time no see. Won’t you invite me in for a sit?" Lin Yu smiled at Nangong Boy, stopping him from bowing.

Although both men had muscular builds, Ross preferred flamboyant moves, while Westbrook favored physical contact, making Ross’s play more pleasing to watch.

That metropolis was extremely far from Flower City, allowing Wang Yue to discern that the stranger texting him was not someone nearby. Still, it was certain someone was spying on him.

Nevertheless, the Zhao patriarch was a master of the Dao Realm. The barrier he set up entirely blocked the fluctuations of the ultra-space energy bomb.

In terms of strength, Qin Yan was likely to dominate the league in the future—his rule would be no less than James’s.

Thus, as He San’gu entangled Tang Feng, Tang Feng instinctively wrapped her tightly with both hands. Each of his ten fingers pressed against her major acupoints, quietly pulsing with powerful true energy.

Lin Xiu just looked up and saw a pair of eyes appear at the corner of the floor-to-ceiling window.

After finishing his words, Li Bai entered the kitchen. He had already prepared the broth for the hotpot. The aroma was extraordinary, yet the table was piled high with dishes—what was going on?

Just days before, he had worked hard to better understand the situation on the Battle Qi Continent.

From Gan Ning’s perspective, though most he killed deserved their fate, the act of killing itself was a sin; even if he were killed in turn, it would be justified.

I have no idea what the results would be if fifty thousand favorites led to the book being released—how many would subscribe, how many would keep reading.

Having suffered at the hands of the Flame Dragon Armor earlier, the Ugly General wouldn’t refuse a chance for revenge. He nodded, smiling coldly, a glint of malice in his eyes.

"Don’t waste your energy! Let them fend for themselves! Go, hurry up and chase—this time we absolutely cannot let the target escape!" The Gray Wolf’s sinister gaze fixed on the woods to the west.

Li Shimin quoted others without a hint of embarrassment; making others’ words sound like his own was his skill. Just that opening line moved the top scholars to tears.

Li Bai never expected Lan Xin would assign Autumn Maple to him as well. Amid surprise, warmth bloomed within him—a sense of comfort, tinged with excitement.

The bidding never ceased, voices rising one after another. Chu Qingcheng, astonished, uttered a sound of disbelief.

Her sister suddenly recalled that the man she met in Da Tian Village a few days ago had already become the favored guest of the brothel’s courtesan.

Ma Sanbao carried his heavy paper fan on his back, yet he had not discovered all its hidden mechanisms. With the streets crowded, he dared not test it lest he accidentally harm a passerby.

Lin Luo, without hesitation, saved her unfinished work, packed her belongings, and took the elevator up to Shao Yang’s office floor.

"It’s precisely because I haven’t forgotten that I’ve repeatedly told you not to act rashly. But look at the mess you’ve made—you’ve disgraced our family," Su Zhide said angrily.

She stood on tiptoe and kissed Feng Zhanjue’s face, then pushed him away and swiftly turned upstairs.

Zhu Di’s brothel visits in Nanjing were widely rumored; tales of Prince Zhu Di’s amorous nature, his fondness for wandering and visiting brothels, were common. Now, Hu Pengju’s actions only confirmed such rumors. Previously, only the brothel’s Dream Girl and the madam knew Zhu Di’s identity.