Volume 1, Chapter 57: Rotten Flesh Hell 14: Diversion

Along both sides of the river, roughly one to two hundred magical beasts were playing and drinking water. The ones closer to Yan Bin and his group were a species of magical beast known as the Pixiu with a single horn. This particular creature was exclusive to the City of Chaos and seemed to have long since gone extinct on the Pros Continent.

Jiang Sen said nothing, merely tossing a pair of pants to Zhang Tengfei. Changing pants in front of four grown men was indeed somewhat unseemly, but given that they were currently facing a life-or-death crisis, he could no longer afford to worry about such trivialities.

"Young Master Feng has woken up, and Lady Yunyu even instructed a servant to send some food to his room," Shentie Ling answered with a smile.

Mu Shui immediately threw her arms around Luo Yun in full view of the public, cuddling against his chest, which left Luo Yun completely dumbfounded.

She paced back and forth. What should she do now? Her own child hadn't returned, yet someone else's was about to arrive. Lost in thought, she frowned, walked over to the bed, and picked out a thin quilt.

"What does Young Master Feng mean by this? Can this general interpret this as the Feng family, one of the five great families of Xianyang Town, making an enemy of my Tianbao Auction House?" That ethereal voice carried neither joy nor anger as it echoed across the sky, yet the heavy, oppressive might within the words left ordinary martial artists struggling to breathe.

No one knew where they came from, nor did anyone know why they had come. No one knew which of the four major sects they belonged to.

Shan Shisan had no idea what Luo Furong was actually trying to imply or what she liked; such words merely caused goosebumps to break out all over his body.

Perhaps it had something to do with him leaving the stronghold and no longer being the leader. Recently, Zhao Nanyan had consistently displayed an easygoing demeanor, though it was impossible to tell how long this side of him would last.

Yan Bin was momentarily stunned as he looked at the Heaven-Swallowing Dragon Python. "Inside the river?" Although Yan Bin had indeed felt somewhat suspicious of the river before them, he had never imagined that the entrance was hidden within this very waterway.

"Mr. Tesla, do you have any other questions?" Murong Chen asked as he poured a glass of water for Tesla, who had just gotten out of bed.

Liu Lingshuang did feel a trace of surprise in her heart. In her view, tonight's gathering was merely a get-together for some of Hu Jin's old friends. She had expected the old friends to indeed be old friends, but she never anticipated that Jiang Ming would turn out to be one of Hu Jin's old acquaintances.

She hurriedly picked up the phone and scurried back to her room. However, seeming to remember something, she paused before entering the door and turned back to explain to Hao Meng, "Uh, it's a call from the boss. It's probably telling me to report for work on time tomorrow." With that, she closed the room door and finally answered the call.

A chorus of varied sounds erupted from the sea of spectators. A slight twitch appeared at the corner of Xiu Chongkai's eyes, but everything vanished as Ling Ming executed her foundational movements, the music began to play, and the two of them joined forces to deliver an exquisite opening dance.

Thick, dark-purple liquid exuding an intensely foul and putrid stench continuously seeped out from the blade wound, rapidly permeating the surrounding air.

While Ding Yaoyang remained bewildered, a furious Xia Yinuo on the other end of the line once again hurled his phone aside.

When Lin Yu brought Moya back to their room, he retrieved several Immortal Alliance Stones from the alliance store.

"Having thought this through, you should understand why I have come." Ah Hao opened his spatial domain and drew a long sword—the famed blade, Jade-Hilted Dragon.

However, Chu Xuan paid no heed to this whatsoever. The avalanche-type components mounted on the rear of his thighs—two structures that should have originally been mechanical arms—suddenly snapped open, launching thirty-six GN sword-bits from within. Brilliant crimson high-energy beams flickered along the edge of every single blade.

Since when did she discuss rouge, powder, clothing, and trinkets with men? She was in the middle of discussing investments and work with Nantian, all right?

"Of course it's true! I, Yaoya, am a divine bird, the overlord among birds, the venerable sovereign of avian kind. I can summon all birds and command them at will. If you don't believe me, I can demonstrate for you. What kind of bird do you want to see?" Yaoya said proudly, wearing an imperious and imposing expression.

"We were not hiding out; we were simply waiting for General Murong Yue to designate our young master!" the middle-aged man said in a low voice, his gaze solemn.

Xu Feifei walked out of the kitchen with a calm expression, instructing Ziyuan and Lanqing outside to go in and help carry the dishes, while she herself strolled toward the pavilion in the garden.

Tian Yue stared at True Immortal Tianlang for a long time before saying, "Grand-master, this was left behind by my father. He once instructed me to hand it over to you!" As he spoke, he retrieved the long-sealed egg from his storage ring.

"What should we do then? Is there any way to restore the reputation of the Prince Xiaoyao's Estate?" Murong Xue's gaze was dim and brooding; the estate's reputation had been ruined because of her, and she wanted to help restore it to normal.

Just as Zhang Ming was about to fly toward the stone platform, Tian Yue grabbed him back! He sensed something was amiss because several people were already flashing gloating smiles toward them at that very moment, which only deepened Tian Yue's suspicion that there was a problem.

Upon hearing the violent cracking sound emitted by the table, Steward Du and the man in black both shuddered in unison and lowered their heads even further.

"Quietly send word to the men in the military camp, telling them to conceal their identities, go into hiding, and await further orders from this camp supervisor," Fu Yuan commanded in a deep voice.

Amidst his hazy and muddled state, he once again drifted off into sleep, wandering through various major worlds like a spectator viewing flowers from a galloping horse. Yet still, he could not clearly discern anything; those people and objects were like illusory bubbles, dissolving into water upon touch, resembling flowers in a mirror or the moon reflected in the water, vanishing entirely in the blink of an eye.