Chapter 62

In other words, the Ancient One actually expected Haotian to use the full power of the Infinity Stones to save the world? Haotian thought to himself, shouldn't there be even more powerful beings in legends, like the Celestials, the Cosmic Entities, and so on? How could such a heavy burden ever fall upon him?

If anyone felt the most indignant about this, it was naturally the disciples of the Taixuan Sect. Given the prestige of the Taixuan Sect, when had they ever been so bullied by the demon race?

"What is going on?!" After being knocked flying and hitting the ground, Haotian felt an agonizing pain in his chest, and his wound showed no signs of healing whatsoever.

As it turned out, Xingxing had not woken up; she was merely talking in her sleep. Wenli let out a sigh of relief, walked over, and gently patted Xingxing to soothe her.

Then, they would gather intelligence alongside the others, formulate battle strategies, and wait quietly at the base camp for the news of victory—that was how it was supposed to be.

When he stepped outside, it was raining, and quite heavily too. Di Bai first went to buy takeout and then hurried to the hospital. Upon reaching the hospital, he knocked on the door of the ward.

Stepping onto the soil of the demon realm, Yu Kun twitched his nostrils slightly, experiencing a rather strange sensation.

Although Welf asked this question, whether because the other party did not hear him or not, he received no reply.

The monster first spun sideways, swinging its heavy tail to sweep at Kirito. After Kirito dodged it, the creature stepped forward a few paces, attempting to catch up. Meanwhile, Kirito suddenly turned around and swung his blade directly at the beast's as-yet-unsettled foot bone.

Liu Yan glanced around. They were deep in the mountains; that simply wouldn't do, as it would consume far too much time.

Recounting the entire process to Wang Shoumao, Zhang Tao also took the opportunity to explain the Shadow Flash Talisman. This talisman was not produced in Country Z, but originated from the birthplace of ninjutsu—Japan. Its principle was developed based on the escape techniques found in their ninjutsu.

However, one could not jump to conclusions based solely on this point. Whether this particular variety of Chinese rose met the requirements for perfume manufacturing—whether it was an issue with the strain or the local soil and water—required thorough investigation.

Leng Hanyan's child was easier to manage; everyone would return to their respective homes and find their respective fathers, and whoever was responsible would shoulder the duty. But Liu Xin'er's child truly presented a thorny problem.

Observing the guards on both sides of the path lowering their heads, not daring to meet his gaze, Wang Shouao sneered inwardly. They must belong to the Grand Steward's faction, whereas those whose eyes held kindness, admiration, and envy were subordinates of his grandmaster.

Chang Li sat casually on a rather bustling street. The passing pedestrians looked at this handsome young man, a fleeting trace of pity flashing in the depths of their eyes: with such good looks, he could easily make a living purely on his appearance, so why on earth choose to be a charlatan?

Thinking about it, he was indeed vastly different from his former self, yet Qi Jingyao knew that this was all driven by the trends of the times, leaving no room for her own hesitation.

Approaching for a closer look, she saw a burly, crude-looking man tightly clamping his hand over the mouth of the person beneath him, subduing her body and limbs so she could not make the slightest sound, while frequently casting panicked glances backward.

No matter, they had only been in here for a few days, and there was plenty of time ahead. They had all the time in the world to drag out this conflict with the tribe, and she hoped the tribe had enough food to sustain their consumption.

"It's nothing, just remembered something from the past!" He was reluctant to say more; now was not yet the right time.

I turned my head to look behind me, and a fire phoenix soared into the sky! It flew straight up dozens of meters into the high air before slowly dissipating.

The post office was usually closed on Sundays, but obviously, this letter had arrived at Dali Village the previous night, and someone had simply brought it along.

Seeing that Liu Qingwu was also present, Mu Qingxue noticed two medicine pots bubbling on the stove, filling the kitchen with a rich fragrance of herbs.

This remark was phrased with great skill. First, it mentioned the Wu family's illustrious military achievements, and then it brought up Wu Xiaoyao's distant marriage; every single sentence struck deep into the heart of the Chu Emperor.

Consequently, Han Ge ultimately knew almost nothing about her, save for the fact that... her background was likely far from simple.

Among all the figures in the Zhao family, Zhao Zhengxuan was the one Mu Qingxue feared the most.

Yet, regarding those follower counts in the tens of millions, many people knew full well that such "dead followers" were simply bought with money, used merely to put up a facade.

In an instant, the entire State of Chu was plunged into grief. Many people even took spontaneous action, organizing memorial rituals where they wrote their blessings for His Majesty Zhao Xixuan onto Kongming lanterns, then lit and released them into the night sky, praying that the Emperor could receive these yearnings and blessings from the mortal world.

What on earth could have happened to make even Han Mai, and even the intensely image-conscious old matriarch Lady Han Xu, consider elevating Madam Yao to the position of primary wife?

Jiang Caiying had indeed done it on purpose just now, purely to see this expression on Qian Lan's face. Those seven hundred and fifty liang could also be considered an unexpected windfall, and moreover, she really couldn't be blamed; if Qian Lan hadn't intentionally tried to spar with her, none of this would have happened.

Sensing the gaze of the Imperial Censor, Gongyang Shi's eyelids twitched, and he asked questioningly with considerable displeasure, shouting that things were getting increasingly out of hand.

Looking at the two sturdy men grinning as liciously as ghouls who had just stolen a dragon egg, yet bearing not a single wound nor even a speck of dust or grass clippings on their persons—clean to the point of being utterly shameless—this sight made Allen instantly understand many things.

"I am not worried that you will harm him; what I fear is that you will harm me." Harry felt a chill run down his spine at Yang Xiao's words, yet he complied anyway, for he too wished for Shadowfang to find happiness.

The leader among the men hurriedly trotted over, offering an ingratiating smile: "Pray do not take offense, Military Lord. This nephew of mine has never traveled far from home, and being a bit foolish, he has offended you. Please be magnanimous." As he spoke, he bowed repeatedly.

Gradually, the time drew closer and closer to midnight, and the pedestrians on the outside streets slowly thinned out. As for this Wutong God, I remained full of curiosity as the hands of the wall clock ticked toward twelve.

Although the Scarlet Refining Demonic Monarch did not know what method Pei Donglai had employed, he clearly perceived that the pitch-black lightning, which had been like a part of his own body, was being devoured by an intensely greedy force, and his connection to the lightning was forcibly severed.