Volume 1, Chapter 47: Rotten Flesh Hell 4: The End

If the first time was dismissed by the townsfolk as a mere accidental fire, this second occurrence inevitably stirred much suspicion.

Yet, at that moment, it truly felt like some strange force was at work. Thinking back now, there was a tinge of regret, especially recalling how Changxi Liu had reacted with such aversion, as if desperate to avoid it. This thought weighed heavily on Zhao Chaoxuan’s mind, who grumbled about it, while Jiang Mo had no retort.

Cang Jiuyue shook his head, choosing not to dwell further on the matter. Instead, he rested his chin on his hand, eyes gently closed, weariness apparent.

Though he prided himself on extraordinary talent, attaining the level of a transcendent immortal, roaming freely across the three realms, was by no means an easy feat. Such a step was fraught with challenge.

The jade pendant was intricately crafted from two intertwined fish, their forms lifelike and vivid. Under the glow of the light, it shimmered brilliantly.

Keeping it for a day would yield fifty thousand in profit—an offer no ordinary person would refuse. Yet, Old Song frowned slightly, his eyes involuntarily drifting toward Zeng San. Catching the glance, Zeng San cursed Wushao’s cunning in his heart; tomorrow’s deal was fraught with uncertainty.

“Did something good happen today? Why not share it, so I can be happy too?” After walking a while, Lord Yue asked her with a smile.

Most crucially, the physician’s words lingered: preserving this child would be extraordinarily difficult.

Fourth Miss held my hand tightly again; I could feel it trembling slightly, her palm slick with sweat. Some people were retreating, others had already raised their guns, fearful that some monstrous beast with blue-green face and blazing fangs might suddenly leap from the cave.

“Facing south!” Jiang Mo prayed it wasn’t so but felt an inexplicable dread that compelled her to head toward the heart of the fire.

Above the castle, a dazzling array of colors blossomed, decorating the night sky with vibrant brilliance.

These prime spiritual herbs had all been cheaply appropriated by the sect elders; I had never once seen the sect reward me even a single spirit stone.

Besides, that medicinal garden belonged to Fourth Junior Brother; as long as he did not object, I would not utter a single word of dissent.

Sitting opposite, Qingshui clicked his tongue softly, gazing at Saizumi’s frustrated expression as if to say, “Completely useless.”

Everyone held their breath, fearing that in the next moment Lin Fei would be swallowed by the forest anaconda, turning the scene into a human tragedy.

The greedy wind eye’s suction force shattered the seal on 0-003 from outside, fully exposing the tangled threads to the world’s air. The surrounding colors dimmed, slipping away like an unfinished oil painting in various hues. Even Beatrice, clutching the item, struggled to endure it; blood trickled from all seven orifices.

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As a participant, Su Ke could see that Xu Ling was both protecting a secret and unwilling to burden him.

But this time, Xu Ran somewhat anticipated the contents of the letter. Now that his identity was confirmed, it was time to be honest. Could it be that this involved someone connected to him?

Later, Lin Fei contacted the Tarim Forest Protection Station to discuss bringing the Tarim tiger to a sanctuary.

“Do you have any questions during your cultivation? Tell me later, and I will answer them for you.”

Twelve years ago, he had just entered officialdom as a lowly sixth-rank minor official. Yet with his credentials and noble lineage, everyone around regarded him highly.

“Pah, pah!” Lin Feng’s clothes were shredded by the tornado, sand spilling from his mouth. He hadn’t expected his attempt at showing off to backfire so badly.

While others aimed their crossbows directly at targets, he deliberately aimed slightly below.

“This level of training is nearly on par with Moon City’s. Have you always trained at higher levels?” Lingxian remarked. She noted that the Moon City soldiers’ training difficulty was only slightly higher, roughly at a B grade.

James was now one of the NBA’s all-around players, but his versatility differed from Anthony’s. Technically, he still lacked some refinement.

“You saw it with your own eyes? Just Zheng Tan? Did Teacher Mao intervene?” Shi Yazhi pressed.

“Who exactly are you?” Qing Lin frowned, unfamiliar with this cold, aloof face.

“Hey!” Er Niu answered promptly, then dashed into the dark main room to pack.

Yet for Kobe and Phil Jackson, another challenge awaited—the post-game press conference.

At present, the Roman nobility of Aphelia remained skeptical of Octavius, hesitating and deflecting Agrippa’s demands.

“I’ll take you for a walk!” The old man told Aunt Long. He now walked steadily, moving with vigour, seemingly restored to his former strength.

Han Zaicheng had arrived at school early. As captain of the school basketball team, he began catching up on recent events after missing a few days.

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“Everyone, quickly leave Taixu Temple! This is a place for quiet cultivation; no loud noises or disturbances allowed!” Princess Taiping commanded.

Before the servants could react, the man frowned and withdrew his sleeve. But the path was blocked by her, so he faced her directly. Not a bad girl, he thought.

“I heard the young marshal is going to set off fireworks with two ladies,” someone spread the word, drawing countless eyes.

“If the chance arises, take out their people!” Zhang Qi said through gritted teeth, revealing his anger and unwillingness to accept defeat.

As the crowd puzzled, heavy and chaotic footsteps rapidly approached the room.

Without waiting for Zhan Qingyi’s refusal, he grabbed his clothes and went outside to dress before heading downstairs to drive.

Delicate fingers plucked the strings of the guqin, releasing a flowing melody from the stage. Everyone held their breath, captivated by the music—tender, bittersweet, mingling joy and sorrow—settling deep into their hearts.

“Could it be that he made the same choice as I did, seeking to bypass this underworld and reach the world he desires?” Nie Chen wondered.

At the thought, Huo Feng abandoned his half-finished bath, wrapped himself in a robe, and hurried out, eyes glued to his QQ. The fleeting thought in his mind was truly terrifying.

Huo Feng wanted to call Zuo Zai but felt a pang of hesitation. He had already acted unlike himself. If he had truly missed his chance, any further actions would only add to Zuo Zai’s troubles.

Farewell, Chopin: No, I only know how to cook braised pork. And those things you later gave me tasted like who knows what.

With the aid of Tianxing Jun, Nie Chen and his companion increased their speed again. Though unable to outdistance their pursuers, catching up to them would not be an easy task.