Chapter 27: No Need to Worry Anymore

After leaving Chen Jianye's house, Lin Xing had nothing else to do, so he returned home.

The next day.

Lin Xing still rose early.

Having hunted a wolf yesterday, Lin Xing now had dozens of pounds of venison, dozens of pounds of mutton, and dozens of pounds of wolf meat in stock. Logically, this was enough to last for a while.

However, Lin Xing still intended to head back into the mountains to hunt.

...

"Qin Li, someone is coming." He Fu frowned, immediately reaching out to hoist the corpse lying on the ground.

She had attempted a divination technique, but whether due to a backlash or some other cause, the technique was suddenly interrupted, causing her to cough up a large mouthful of blood.

Qi Yanran pointed with a conflicted expression toward a glowing building by the roadside and said, "That is a gambling den. My... my father might be inside..." Although her father was a brute, the bond of blood remained, and she could not simply abandon him.

With Master Tianxin lurking in the shadows while she remained in the light, the situation was extremely precarious. Being at the mercy of others was unacceptable; under these circumstances, she had to call for reinforcements.

As the sound of a key hitting the floor echoed, the crimson room was suddenly flooded with light.

"So... you are worried about me?" The霹雳娇娃 (Charlie's Angel), who had been lying on the floor, sat up while clutching her head.

"Oh no, the Lord has been poisoned!" Xu Chu, seeing Xiang Yu’s face turn pale, his lips black, and his body freezing cold—as if he had been sitting in an ice cellar for a long time—cried out.

Consumed by rage, Qin Fan leaped onto Wu Zeming without a word, swinging his fist directly at his face and giving him a black eye.

"Pfft!" Xiang Yu spat out a mouthful of black blood, his body unable to hold on any longer, and he tumbled from his horse.

...

Damn Ning Xiyue. Just because she was about to become the Crown Princess, she had become so arrogant, as if she didn't put her in her eyes at all.

Seeing that the money had been received and the show was over, the puppet soldier waved to the men behind him, signaling for Gao Qiang to pass.

Once he spoke, everyone below knelt on one knee, cupped their hands, looked up to acknowledge the command, and turned to leave.

Claudia noticed the prisoners' movements, and with a flicker of her intent, she teleported instantly to the gate of the fortress, appearing right among the prisoners who were attempting to close it.

"It is this subordinate's incompetence. I am willing to accept punishment." The man in green robes kneeling on the ground cupped his hands and said respectfully.

Nalan Cuo, however, laughed. Dressed in his official robes, he looked particularly spirited, seemingly unaffected by the events of the previous night.

At this moment, in this magnificent and towering hall, battle had already erupted. Vaelastrasz flapped his wings and flew low, charging headlong into the ranks of the allied forces.

The Blood Phoenix Demon King glared at him coldly, then took out the medicine she had concocted, intending to test its efficacy on the patient despite the lack of two key ingredients.

"Forget it. This belongs to the people of Lishan. If we return it and they notice something is missing, they will surely hold us accountable. Why look for trouble?" another exorcist said.

He wanted to burn the Long family to the ground, then take control of the Long Gang smoothly and become the leader he was meant to be!

The night was as dark as ink. I was in my bedroom with Feng. "Feng, are you talking about Brother Ze's father's birthday? Did his family invite you?" I asked.

"Good! If you want to fight, then let us fight!" A fighting spirit surged, and hot blood rushed to his head; in an instant, Long Tian became fanatical.

When having a nosebleed, most people are accustomed to tilting their heads back with their nostrils facing up, believing this is an effective way to stop the bleeding. In fact, this is wrong. Doing so only keeps the blood from flowing out of sight, but in reality, it continues to flow—inward.

Just as Yao Beibei was about to lose her strength and collapse, a clear chime suddenly rang out from the Immortal Realm. The object broke free from Yao Beibei's hands and flew toward the high sky.

"Pfft, you'd barely make a good slave for me, let alone offer yourself to me!" Xue'er teased playfully.

...

Gu Yan looked into his deep eyes, feeling a bit timid. However, the philosophy that "if you are strong, he is weak" had always been her truth, so she glared back at him, deeply unwilling to back down.

Hearing Sam's words, Long Tian was bewildered. He only knew that his soul and mental energy were constantly growing, but he did not know his cultivation level. Moreover, soul energy tended to subtly conceal itself and the fluctuations of primordial spirit energy, masking one's true strength.

"I thought you were truly afraid of nothing." It wasn't as if he didn't know about her past adventures; shouldn't she be accustomed to these things by now?

"Thank you, teacher." Chu Luoxi smiled with a composed attitude. She was also somewhat surprised; in her previous life, although she ran around busily and was exhausted like a dog every day, she never had any real opportunities, so she had no experience in asking for leave from school or dealing with a homeroom teacher.

"Although the Great Han appears unified, the feudal lords harbor secret ambitions, waiting for an opportunity to raise their armies against me. How do you think I should change this situation, consolidate all power in my hands, and rectify the thirteen provinces of the Great Han?" Liu Xie asked loudly, still posing a question meant to test them.

Qin Ze was sent flying by a punch and landed on the floor in front of everyone. Looking at his cheek, it was now bruised and swollen, with a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"In other words, at least thirty percent of the forces within the Mysterious Sect may be standing with the Nine Dragon Palace?!" Wang Ming was beyond shock.

Who would have thought that ten days later—or rather, six days ago, at dawn—the rapid sound of hoofbeats suddenly approached, stopping abruptly before Old Man Li's door, followed by the sound of the gate being smashed open.

Closing his eyes, he thrust forward with force, the long sword piercing straight through the heart. A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes to see Wu Pipi's eyes rolled back, his face gray with the pallor of death; he had already breathed his last. Crimson blood slowly flowed along the blade, dripping onto the ground.

"Are you sure the injury to your sea of consciousness has healed? You are a 'Destiny Restoration' realm cultivator, after all; your memory shouldn't be that poor!" Liu Zizhong said in surprise.

It is said that it was precisely because the Rhodes Empire was destroyed in the flames of war that the various powerful magical tools and equipment they created and collected were lost across the world. This led to the current prosperity of the Adventurers' Guild, with many adventurers dedicated to exploring ruins, specifically to unearth these items.