Volume 1, Chapter 30: Possessing the Same

After tiring herself with grass sledding, Xia Xiyin followed Zhou Yu’an to the stables.

Inside, five or six horses stood, all robust and well-fed. Upon seeing Zhou Yu’an, they grew visibly excited, pawing the ground and wagging their tails, shaking their heads eagerly in his direction.

At this sight, Bai Mo’s face registered a hint of disbelief before he turned his gaze toward Lin Hai beside him.

“Zhulan once tried to tame it, but that Vine Snake refused. Naturally, Zhulan never forced it and simply kept it at home,” Cadelia explained calmly.

Even if the Shadow Warriors unleashed just one of the countless Death Servants from any breeding pool, the entire city could instantly be transformed into a blood-soaked inferno. The Yanliu Research Institute was startled when calculating this, their hands trembling as they reviewed the data—how had so many Death Servants been concealed?

Upon returning to Minnesota, Luo Long immediately requested Uncle Han to take him to the training hall, insisting on staying there throughout the upcoming off-season.

Even the so-called “matriarch” at home, the so-called “beauty,” was merely a tool Yang Jian used to buy time and obstruct the Forbidden Army’s advance, enabling him to sneak through secret passages into the palace to plead for favors from the officials.

With a shift in thought, the tadpole, no larger than a palm, suddenly grew to half a man’s height. Correspondingly, the chilling aura intensified. Within a five-centimeter radius around the tadpole, everything turned a deep blue.

In another private room of Fan Tower, Zhao Ji, accompanied by several eunuchs, was listening to a report from a man clad entirely in black.

These four female wolves were stunning. Though their fur was uniformly black, it gleamed brightly, unlike the coarse, mottled coat typical of a wolf king.

At critical moments, certain frontline spiritual-tech devices could even be recharged—such as spiritual power missiles, reportedly capable of delivering a strike equivalent to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator. Although somewhat cumbersome and impractical against true Nascent Soul practitioners, they were excellent for wiping out lesser foes.

Lin Tian was no exception. Especially after enduring the first two rounds of trials at Lintian Cliff, his grasp of the great principles had nearly reached perfection, making further breakthroughs difficult.

Frowning, Su Yiming shook his head and said, “If that’s the case, then this contract truly cannot be signed.”

Roars erupted outside the city as over forty massive demon kings, each as imposing as the Howling Moon Demon King, appeared.

Souls of the underworld did not fear death, for they would enter the Yellow Springs after dying. But if utterly annihilated, they would be denied even the afterlife beneath the Yellow Springs.

Fury surged within him. Especially upon seeing the actor’s face, alight with an encouraging and amused expression, Roushan understood the actor’s intent and finally let go of his last hesitation.

Only then did everyone remember that when entering the livestream room, there was merely a black background with a single line of white characters that read “Five Elements and Eight Trigrams.”

The actor stopped speaking. Seeing the sudden change in the crowd’s expressions, a delighted smile curled at his lips.

Such a price was beyond his bearing. Even if he could continue to cultivate through sheer physical strength, his own power would be diminished by more than half.

Once everyone had a handful of melon seeds in hand, clicking and cracking them, what was there left to hide?

“Father, Mother, could it be that you also…” Su Ying’er looked at her parents with a heartbroken expression.

Since their rival organization, Shangjin, was wiped out—completely and irreversibly—Yamazaki Rina had been in high spirits.

In a secret chamber of a wealthy family thousands of miles from Hua Tian, a man watched the soul lamp before him flicker and go out, his heart unmoved.