Number 66, the little substitute, is taking the field again today!

The Heart-Devouring King was her soul servant; at the moment of his death, she sensed it, knowing they had already begun their move.

“I told you, I actually wanted to go, but something else came up and I couldn’t make it. I meant to call you later, but got so busy I completely forgot,” Baozi said.

She clenched her silver teeth. What did he mean by clearing her name? Brother Yin obviously didn’t trust her either.

It had to be said that spirit-type soul beasts were exceedingly rare. Ten days after entering the Star Dou Forest, Chrysanthemum Douluo, accompanied by Lin Tong, finally found a spirit-type soul beast suitable for him—a two-thousand-year-old Three-Eyed Demon Ape with exceptionally powerful mental strength.

The system wiped everything clean, leaving not the slightest opportunity for revival; even Yang Lun now couldn’t accomplish such thoroughness.

She remembered—it was in the Emperor’s Universe Pouch! At the time, she hadn’t known it was the Purple Fire Stone, only recalling its general shape and properties.

“No wonder you’re a specialist in the study of unusual organisms—you even thought of this!” Commander Zong Fang exclaimed in admiration.

Whenever Yang Lun’s strength advanced, he never did anything else but chose to sleep in the time-accelerated cultivation chamber, avoiding any fluctuations in his temperament.

The Tyrant swept him a thousand miles away with a single strike, shattering countless stone pillars. When he landed, the impact resembled a meteor crash, leaving a massive crater.

If, after all this, he still lost to Lan Ran, he would have no regrets before death, for he had done all he could.

He felt the pressure on his body growing heavier; veins bulged and sweat poured from his forehead with exertion, soaking the clothes on his back. Yet he stubbornly used his will to resist the urge to collapse, his body swaying precariously from the strain.

They didn’t attack others first, but targeted the suicide squad that Lian Huocheng had constantly worried about, suspecting they might bring about special circumstances at any moment. The concept of new recruits had been redefined for him, so his Black Thorn unit first eliminated this uncertain factor.

Normal people would never mix cannabis with datura extract, yet Hou Xiaolan concocted the two together to create Poison No. 2. Through repeated purification and a series of botanical catalysts, she made this poison incredibly potent.

Watching Li Chen drinking, those in the dance hall who didn’t know his identity were confused—were his two successes just luck?

“Jiao Jiao!” Jing Yan felt the person beneath him vanish in an instant, and in a fit of anger, hammered the seat. Yet his voice, calling her name, was filled with helplessness and frustration.

But what he didn’t expect was how cowardly this fellow was... No, not cowardly—he was simply a scoundrel. It was hard to imagine how the elders had chosen him as their successor.

“Big Brother, the silver has been spent like water, yet the foundation for the city is only now laid! One year’s time—this seems risky to me!” In the Liu family hall, Liu Qinghe and Wang Tuo sat together.

Ye Qingyu smiled. Shen Yu smiled as well; she thought it wouldn’t be long before Jun Ye would become even angrier. For some reason, she found herself looking forward to that scene.

At this moment, Xue Qinghua’s old wounds were compounded by new ones—a sword had pierced her chest, nearly injuring her heart. Even without the previous poison of the Heartbreaking Flower, she was gravely wounded.

Of course, he paid no attention to the several divine senses covertly observing them. In his eyes—his primordial spirit rivaling the honored ancestors of the Nascent Soul stage—he could tell instantly when those senses swept past. Yet with his current cultivation, he couldn’t truly perceive them, so he simply pretended not to know.

Fei Yue looked at Yu Ling; both had uncertainty and unease in their eyes. They then recounted their hallucinations to each other, identical except for Yu Ling’s vision of the vanished corpse being embedded in the floor and still struggling to escape.

“Mom, you’re really over the top.” Tong Jing laughed softly and shook his head, somewhat at a loss over the elders’ return to youth.

The gleam of the blade was cold as water; with a soft sound, it pierced Yan Zhenping’s chest. As the blade struck, blood blossomed in a brilliant display of death.

“Manni, take the child farther away. This matter does seem a bit odd,” Chen Luobin said, frowning.

War is a game of setting and breaking rules. Now, Qianshui Qing and Mu Xue had devised a new set of combat rules for Shi Ronghai, so he had to follow them first before considering breaking them. No matter how he tried to remain passive, this scout battle was unavoidable and inescapable.

“Lu Yi, let the men rest for a bit. It’s midday, and the brothers have truly suffered...” Lv Hongzhan quietly instructed Lu Yi.

His parents wanted to ask for details, but the old priest only said a few words: “This is fate. Our Taoist ancestor Yuan Tiangang predicted it long ago.” Then he said nothing more, shook his head, sighed, and suddenly turned away, drifting off—by boat or swimming, no one knew. It certainly wasn’t by riding the clouds.

A little further ahead, they would enter Saintville’s territory—a country populated by exotic people with golden-blue eyes—where they would use their wit and every trick against these adversaries and allies alike, striving to achieve their political goals.

Yun Ni could not comprehend Xing Zhongyuan’s explanation, and even Ji Ruozi knew little beyond the basics. Xing Zhongyuan, leading the Flying Dragon Legion, had long confronted the Saintville natives in the eastern corridor, and his understanding of them was deep.

“Young master, is there something you need?” The voice of Judgement was rich with humanity. Xiao Yu was quite familiar with it; every time he needed something, this voice appeared in his mind—the voice that marked the beginning of his strange journey.

Wang Jingfeng saw the old man about to leave and didn’t try to stop him. Although the old man appeared severely injured, Wang Jingfeng wasn’t confident he could win. This was a senior master who had escaped from innate cultivators over a decade ago. He surely had plenty of hidden tricks.

“Young master, don’t speak yet. Let me explain—I’ll clear up the doubts in your heart.” Judgement covered Xiao Yu’s mouth gently and spoke softly. Seeing this, Xiao Yu nodded slightly, making no attempt to remove Judgement’s hand, but instead gently embraced him in return.