43 Demanding Recompense

As for the Divine Lord of Nether Fire, his current situation and plight were identical to those of the Venerable Tianye. The method he thought of was also this swirling vortex tunnel, so the two of them, acting with one accord, moved from the grand hall to the front of the void vortex tunnel.

The Black Monkey was ruthless and cunning. Zheng Hongyang had tried to take his life several times without success, and the Black Monkey likewise wanted to do away with Zheng Hongyang. The two factions frequently engaged in fierce battles over territory, almost every time drawing the intervention of the police.

Although Venerable Bai possessed the strength of the late Divine Lord realm, his comprehension of the laws had not yet reached a state of perfection, falling quite short of that threshold. Therefore, executing them required him to expend a considerable amount of energy, and because his control over the laws was not strong enough, he would inevitably end up at a disadvantage.

The young man was not financially strapped; he only had the few dozen copper coins earned from performing street arts that morning. Worried that the young girl might go hungry, he had no choice but to accept the money.

This ice island was completely white. In the center of the island stood a stone tablet about a meter high, as pitch-black as ink. There were no inscriptions of any kind upon the tablet, and its edges were jagged with numerous gaps, giving it a thoroughly ordinary appearance, much like a simple and common stone.

The base of the stone tower resembled a wall cupboard, inside of which were placed blocks of red crystal-like stones, seemingly magic crystals meant to provide energy for the turret.

However, considering that Captain Bai, who had just assumed office, was strictly enforcing discipline, it was better not to fall into her hands.

"Our mission is merely to retrieve your military tally; we harbor no malice toward you or your people. As my brother here has also stated, he is willing to help you escape the pursuit of the beastly royal family and protect the safety of your Fox clan," said the Sword of Excellence.

"Very well. Since you have sworn an oath, resolve those plants first. Afterward, we can discuss where to begin looking for a way out of here," Long Xingyun said indifferently.

At that moment, from the fingertips of the colossal deity and demon, a beam of light shone forth directly. That beam of light imprinted itself straight into Suyan's mind, and immediately following, an extremely powerful will emerged.

Having gone to such painstaking lengths to plot against him, this mission must be extraordinarily棘手 (thorny). He truly had no desire to accept it. However, the Qingcheng Sword Sect hung over his head like the Sword of Damocles, and that intense crisis cast a persistent, heavy shadow over Chen Jiuyou's heart.

The group dropped the sacks of dirt they had been carrying on their backs and instantly changed direction, running toward the drill ground.

Just as mentioned before, Ji Chenghwang excelled only at eating, drinking, and making merry. He neglected other matters out of a lack of interest, and even those he did care for were handled with mediocrity, fitting only to be a hedonistic scion of wealth and privilege.

Although Hu Hua was still utterly bewildered, seeing that someone else was already approaching, he said no more. He scratched his head, taking that as understanding.

Yet now that he had returned, Dongfang Shaoqing's attitude had completely changed. Toward Su Ci, his gentleness remained entirely unaltered. All his good temper was reserved solely for Su Ci.

As the players finished browsing the announcement just issued through their personal terminals, various emotional shifts began to surface on their faces.

"Oh really? That's wonderful, you two," Grandma Shi said, her eyes creasing into smiles. Nothing could be more joyful than seeing one's descendants achieve success.

"Uncle, once they strike together shortly, tonight will be the day we avenge Uncle Bojue." The young man spoke through gritted teeth, his hatred toward Dongfang Shaoqing no less than that of the middle-aged man.

A smile crept onto Tian Aiye's face. During these past days, he could neither sleep nor eat well, his heart constantly preoccupied with his child. If the director said the recovery was going well, perhaps there truly was hope of recovery in the future.

The original owner's face gradually flushed red, and pink foam bubbled from her mouth. The doctor rushed in to perform resuscitation, while the cardiac monitor displayed only a flat line and a harsh sound, resembling a death knell urging toward the end.

"Very well, since all the generals have roused themselves, it is time for us to head to the Wugong City garrison training ground. As for the prefectural garrison captain, you need not worry about that. Just follow me, and you need not fear failing to attain the post of prefectural garrison captain."

Lin Zefeng let out a helpless sigh, appearing utterly distrustful of my declaration that "I'll listen to you from now on."

To continue pursuing the subsequent chapters of the Meditation Chapter was the primary goal at present. The eighth chapter of the Meditation Chapter required an exchange cost of 1.8 million points. Just looking at the number felt staggering, let alone actually having to conquer that figure.

To actually compare her to a wet-nursed, naive girl was to lower her standing; how could she not be angry?

With the buffer provided by this period of schooling, she believed Lin Yi would become even stronger. Even the current Lin Yi dared to stand up to Kang Zhaoming without the Tiandan Sect taking any drastic action, so Wang Xinyan was full of confidence in the future shared by Lin Yi and herself.

This Guizhi truly had a good eye; upon a single meeting, she had taken a fancy to his honest and steadfast character, proving this husband had indeed been chosen right.

Unfortunately, all these merits had little to do with the city-defying garrison commanders within the city. Even with achievements, there was not much share for them.

"You are the fake swans, the fake humans..." Lang Lele naturally was not pleased. She immediately threw their words back at them, adding one more term for good measure.