Chapter 41: You Are Too Cunning, My Lord

This, this is the voice of her dead child, Lu Ye!
The next moment, the black figure trapped within the giant golden net revealed its true form.
Standing at the doorway, Lu Zhicheng stared at the materialized Lu Ye with sheer terror on his face, screaming tremblingly, "Gh-Ghost!!!"
With that final shriek, he rolled his eyes back and passed out cold on the spot.
Li Juan also wore a look of utter shock, gazing in bewilderment at the struggling figure inside the giant golden net.
Lin Shuai, who had just been acting like he was having an epileptic seizure, suddenly began shouting and hollering again. Shouldering his ugly saber, he sprinted back toward his quarters like a flying bolt of lightning.
Upon hearing Wang San's words, Huang Yao slowly turned his head. Since General Feng had an urgent matter to discuss with him, he certainly could not afford to delay.
Carrying the profound prayers of Ma Rulie, the flying sword successfully pierced the core of the blue-robed cultivator's golden elixir.
The black ice froze the stone monster's movements. After a mere moment, the frost began to thaw, dissolving into rising and vaporizing wisps of mist.
The Qinhuai River was a renowned pleasure district throughout the entire realm, boasting countless taverns and brothels. Yet it was not the only one; beside the Jiangnan Ministry of Rites, the pleasure houses and music pavilions directly opposite had been flourishing intensely over the past two years.
Lin Shuai bent down, looking at the broken tree branch obstructed by his left arm. Channeling spiritual shield energy into his left hand, he struck out toward the branch once more.
Halfway up the mountainside, the man anxiously pulled the Second Heavenly King's body into his embrace, uttering frantic words while hurriedly fishing out several medicinal pills.
Sacred artifacts were often the鎮山之宝 (treasures guarding the mountain) of various alchemical and immortal sects, equally impossible to seek by mere chance. In truth, those possessing sacred artifacts within the entire Divine Firmament Sect were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, and even Daoist practitioners holding true artifacts were few and far between.
At this moment, Mufan's expression froze as he abruptly realized that the Dao Ancestor core he had just excavated had vanished.
Having devised such an ingenious punishment, Elder Gu and Feng Yin surely could not come and blame him anymore.
"No, you... who are you people... I—I am a man of the Dark Holy See..." Terror escaped the lips of the man with black wings. His body drifted uncontrollably toward Ruiz, completely stripped of any capacity to resist Ruiz, despite possessing the cultivation realm of the Moon-Treading Stage.
De Xi looked up at King Sheng's frost-covered expression, finding himself suddenly unable to discern whether his words were spoken in earnest.
Such a crown was rarely worn; since the previous dynasty, only senior military generals possessed the qualification to wear this style.
The mastery of flora and fauna was not simply a matter of rote memorization. The further one progressed, the harder such retention became. Only through profound and thorough research could one truly comprehend it and achieve complete mastery.
That's right, he had been executed—and killed by his own hands under the charge of subverting military morale.
Viewed from afar, those seven or eight cleaved buildings all shared切口 (cutting edges) lying on a single straight line, making them look as if they had been sliced open by a pair of scissors against a backdrop.
Before their eyes materialized countless resplendent and mysterious palaces. Those towering, ethereal structures radiated overwhelming grandeur and supernatural majesty, instantly revealing themselves to be peerless, otherworldly imperial tombs.
Murphy, attempting to conquer the Demon Realm and establish a nation—even though not a single brick or tile of it existed yet—had already begun referring to himself as "Zhen" (We).
Seeing a dignified, towering man lying flat upon the ground, Lu Guixing was completely bewildered. Was what she seeing reality? Was it actually true?
Lu Guixing told him to hold her ring, so she held his hand instead. Huo Xiaojue narrowed his gaze as he looked at her, every flicker of his eyes revealing deep displeasure.
Yet Xibi did not act that way, because if he were to do so, he would no longer be Xibi.
Su Yan waved his large hands repeatedly, stirring a surging primal force into a vortex beside him that ground those crossbow bolts completely into dust.
Those who eat another's food are bound to be soft-handed, and those who take another's gifts are bound to be short-tongued. Having accepted someone's favors, how could there be any reason not to echo their words?
"How is it? Are you feeling better?" Old Luo supported Sanbao with one arm while gently pressing his other hand against Sanbao's pulse.
Shen Feng could already picture the scene of Sha Wujing fleeing in panic before the Heavenly Demons! He couldn't help feeling somewhat puzzled: how on earth had Sha Wujing's feeble death aura—which amounted to nothing in the face of the Heavenly Demons—managed to detonate the fire dragon materialized by the Heavenly Demon's divine rate force and shatter the spatial confinement?