Volume 1, Chapter 30: Being the Scapegoat?

Previously, the Strange Ghost had set its sights on his body, but failed to obtain it; now, it covets the body of the Cang Emperor.

Fortunately, there were no cameras or video recorders in ancient times; otherwise, the thought of getting married with such a large blue bruise on her face would be quite unsettling.

"Old General... since you are so afraid of him getting into trouble, why did you tell him about the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor?" Li Linglong asked, looking at Peng Yuan in astonishment.

As the face of Jian Moban flashed through her mind, Yan Mumu felt a pang of heartache and fell silent, eating her meal quietly.

Although Xuan Yuanhan's words remained cold, Yu Weiyin could tell that he had always held his mother in high regard and was genuinely worried about her safety.

Xing Lian curled her lip and stopped looking at her. After only a few sentences, the girl no longer bothered to hide her hostile gaze, which sent a chill down her spine.

"If my master didn't care about you, he wouldn't have chanted scriptures for a whole day and night to pray for your well-being." Just then, a voice came from above.

But Zhou Ze never expected Tang Zhong to appear here. It was clearly Zhou Ze who had colluded with that great demon, yet now he was turning the tables, claiming that it was Tang Zhong who had joined forces with the creature.

"Where have you been? I've been looking for you all day!" Seeing Xing Lian in the room, Si Feng Beiling’s eyes lit up, and he immediately walked over.

The low, rumbling voice slowly dispersed, carrying with it a suffocating pressure and a wave of terror that spread through the ranks. Some soldiers even gave up their resistance, burying their heads in their hands and weeping bitterly.

Qi Yu shook his head helplessly. If a typhoon were truly coming, they would likely be trapped here for several days. Fortunately, the cave they had found was over ten meters above the ground, so even if it flooded, they would be safe.

"Then why not just give up the Demon Spirit Fruit? Why must you insist on breaking the shackles of your bloodline, even knowing there is a high probability of death?" Lei Yu asked.

Even in Buddhism, which does not advocate for human passions and desires, is the wish to save all living beings not also a form of "virtuous desire"?

"Tell me then, if I hadn't come today, what would have been your fate?" Tantai Qing’s tone carried a hint of inexplicable amusement, yet it was so gentle that it felt like a spring breeze, devoid of any air of a supreme powerhouse.

Jiao Yuan no longer argued; he no longer felt that everyone was playing a prank on him, as their expressions did not seem feigned.

Boom! Liu Tuo sat up from his couch and unleashed a punch with such force that it was like a vast ocean churning, waves crashing against a cold moon at sea. The blow shattered the meteorite iron dummy in the training room.

The Sun-Moon Concubine knelt and kowtowed three times toward the room, and I followed suit. When we rose, her eyes were slightly red, and she hugged me. Ten strands of black smoke obeyed my command, lifting us into the sky. I looked toward a nearby village, where Mother’s fate in this life—still a scoundrel—resided.

Qing Mu Teng curled his lips into a disdainful smile, sweeping his gaze over the crowd with utter contempt. The man was about to say something, but it was too late; Qing Mu Teng had already lunged toward him.

However, a subordinate challenging a superior requires a life-and-death contract, or else they would be punished by the Law Enforcement Gate of the Dragon Martial Emperor Society. In the hidden depths of the Sumeru Space, others dared not speak out, which might avoid the punishment of the Dragon Martial Emperor Society.

The group of fifteen Foundation Establishment cultivators and over three hundred Qi Refining cultivators, upon receiving the signal, drew their offensive and defensive artifacts, some gripping them tightly, others letting them hover by their sides.

Wen Jiu'er and Fang Chengyu were also debating which way to go. Seeing them head to the left, Wen Jiu'er’s eyes darted around.

They could only allow the five grand scholars to take leave and go on vacation, letting the young ones continue to charge forward under Zhao Yunjing’s command. Seeing the young men full of drive and working with method, the five grand scholars felt a sudden sense of crisis and dragged their weary bones back to work. Yet, they couldn't even last two days before being plagued by back pain, bone aches, and leg cramps, to the point where they were afraid to even sleep.

"Third brother, you jest! This is merely a first-grade low-tier pill!" Liu Xuanchen waved his hand, speaking with modesty.

"Sigh, fine, fine." Qian Zaiye traced circles in the air with his finger, and the several large carp, along with the water orbs enveloping them, gathered together. The koi leaped like dragons, playing in the water and spitting pearls.

Practitioners like Bai Yi generally do not suffer from issues of acclimatization. They were fine, but that did not mean the soldiers of the Qin and Qi kingdoms were.

The Thirteen-Mile Bridge was not a place to linger. Zhou Mujiao left the village immediately, and after Li Changyi instructed his men to handle the remaining affairs at the bridge, he followed Zhou Mujiao out.

"Let us go as well!" Seeing everyone else departing, Liu Daoming spoke to Liu Xuanhe and Liu Deyang beside him.

His assessment was indeed correct; the family would never allow any clansman to sacrifice themselves in vain. The family and its members complemented one another, achieving greatness together.

They did not believe this was due to Liu Xuanchen's own formidable strength; the power of that strike was comparable to the strongest blow of a Great Perfection Qi Refining cultivator.

Although it did not concern him directly, Zeng Chunming still felt he should support Chen Yang; after all, they were on the same side. Even though he knew the final decision rested with Gao Ming, he had to express his stance, otherwise, he would have no way to explain it to the Central Party School later.

Everything converted into low-grade spirit stones totaled three hundred and thirty thousand. Combined with the sect’s previous savings, Mo Wentian possessed a full million low-grade spirit stones. He believed that even among the Foundation Establishment sects in the entire Yun Province, none could compare.

Xia Xiaoyu understood the old man's meaning. She was not stupid; having learned such a huge secret today, being able to enter this family without being placed under house arrest was a blessing in itself. Although the family was full of contradictions, she was only a god-relative and had no intention of competing with anyone, so they should be able to get along.

Just then, police sirens wailed outside the building. Before long, a group of police officers rushed up, led by Director Zhao.