Volume 1, Chapter 25: Someone Found a Giant Bug in Their Meal

"Please, take care, young master..." Xu Zi'ang, seeing Baili Qingbao’s candid and open demeanor, felt a spark of genuine goodwill toward him and cupped his hands, speaking in a clear, resonant voice.

This state is, in essence, sleep. The meridians throughout the body circulate spontaneously, drawing in spiritual energy from the environment while dreaming. Though far less effective than practicing with a clear, conscious mind, it serves as a way to alleviate the monotony and tedium of cultivation.

His smile is much like that of Liancheng's beautiful sister? Luo Li couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the thought. Does it resemble hers? Of course it would; he and Yuan Ji are, after all, biological siblings bound by blood—it is only natural for their features to bear such a strong resemblance. He had always taken pride in his own peerless appearance, yet today, Luo Li felt a twinge of frustration.

"Of course you can! But, Fourth Senior Brother… well, he wouldn't mind something like this," Pinyan added involuntarily, her words trailing off with a hint of hesitation.

Even if Tong Ye had never intended to kill him from the start, she had never shown any kindness either. Who knew what kind of schemes they were hiding up their sleeves?

Hearing this, Chunfeng and Qiushuang covered their mouths to hide their laughter, while Xiayu blushed deeply, unable to understand why, out of the blue, the conversation had turned to her.

"Indeed. Actually, if you think about it, we don't have any deep-seated hatred. Having fought for so many years, it’s enough," Xia Nuanyan said with a shrug, her tone indifferent, as if discussing something trivial. Yet, they both understood that reaching this point had been no easy feat.

"We met in the Imperial Garden. I owe my escape to the Third Prince’s timely intervention," Ling Yuwei said, casting a grateful glance toward Nangong Yi. Had he not spoken up to save her, she might have been entangled with Nangong Ye for much longer.

Since these people were still standing there exchanging empty words, it was clear that they were the only ones left; there were no reinforcements. As for why Zheng Qiulin was not among them, that would require further interrogation to uncover.

"Qinqin, it is alright. Since we have come to the Fei family, we cannot return empty-handed," Song Yuyi said, his voice filled with tenderness.

Before the fist even landed, the sheer pressure arrived, causing the faces of those from the Everlasting Gate and the Tang family to change drastically as they were forced to retreat repeatedly.

In that instant, the dense swarm of the demon race on the ground was launched into the air by the sharp, earthen spears, their chests pierced and stomachs torn open, shattering into fragments and dissolving into mists of blood.

Thinking from a different perspective, he wondered why he had awakened in that nameless tomb. Since he had returned from there, could it be possible to return through the same path?

Commanding the right flank was Jiro Wakizaka of the Japanese 36th Regiment. Seeing his front-line troops being pulverized by the enemy's overwhelming artillery fire, he flew into a towering rage.

As the shockwave dissipated, two figures reappeared before the crowd. Amidst the ruins, Lin Yun stood tall, his lithe frame wreathed in purple-gold blood energy; the faint traces of blood on him made him look like a bloodthirsty god of war.

However, when he fixed his gaze on Su Bai, he sneered repeatedly. He could tell at a glance that there was no fluctuation of spiritual energy within Su Bai—clearly, he was nothing more than an ant at the level of a Martial Saint.

"That would be for the best!" Though Fairy Feng longed to stay, she knew it was impossible, especially with her six junior sisters from Juefeng Mountain in tow.

The chaos of war had thinned the spiritual energy of this abandoned continent to a perilous degree. Coupled with the corruption of the demon race, the northern regions were devoid of any spiritual sanctuaries, replaced entirely by decaying soil and an increasingly frigid climate.

He politely invited Lu Junwei to be seated but did not bring out any wine, for Ye Jinhui had discovered that his tolerance was remarkably low; the small amount of fruit wine he’d had last time had left him feeling quite dizzy.

Han Sen was slightly stunned. He had merely suppressed Kahn into the depths of the sea, so why would Kahn tear up his name tag and surrender so readily? With the constitution of the demon race, he should be able to survive not only in water but even in the vacuum of space.

Brilliant light pierced the darkness, restoring her vision. It was the "Holy Light" summoned by Ariel; this pure energy possessed the innate ability to dispel illusions and, when weakened in intensity, would cause no harm to them.

"So, you aren't planning to build it?" Tony asked, spreading his hands. In his view, having access to such a powerful weapon should have made Chen Lü eager to see it in action.

"General Hu, please rise. In my command, the kowtow is not practiced. Soldiers perform the military salute, and officials perform the bow," Ye Zhiqiou said, observing Hu Zongshan closely with a calm expression.

While waiting for Shen Hui in Suzhou, he had naturally investigated his background. On the surface, this man had no connection to the Ye family whatsoever.

Boss Shen applied immense force, and if one listened closely, one could hear the squeaking and grinding of the scissors being squeezed.

In simple terms, local conflicts were essentially proxy wars between the great ninja nations. Therefore, no matter how much the five great nations projected a love for peace or displayed friendliness in international exchanges, once the battlefield shifted to a local conflict zone, the scheming and backstabbing between them was inevitable.

"Damn it!" The American officer retreated in terror. Previous battles had provided countless lessons that confirmed one could never outrun these frenzied zombies. He had no choice but to raise his M1911 pistol again, firing frantically and coolly at the heads of the charging undead.

Flame snorted, though it was unclear whether he was satisfied or not, he ultimately said nothing more. A brief silence fell over the hall before another elder picked up the thread of conversation.

"Jiang Chen, you—hmph!" The Heavenly Ghost Emperor, stung by shame and anger, glared bitterly at the Zombie King Jiang Chen, who merely wore an expression of complete indifference.