Chapter 40: Neither Human nor Monster

Tang Yu stood to the side, his expression grave.
“Although the records do mention that in ancient times, there were customs of human sacrifices to the gods, this practice is far too cruel and horrifying.”
“It was abolished long ago, and besides, the gods are meant to protect the people, not commit such monstrous acts.”
As he spoke, a cold light flickered in Tang Yu’s eyes.
“This must be a fabrication conjured up by someone with ulterior motives.”
Wu Xiucai’s back slid slowly downward until he was sitting on the ground. He raised his neck, which soon drooped, chin pressed against his chest. The silk bundle on his chest pressed hard against his flesh, piercing painfully into his heart. Wu Xiucai lifted his dusty hand and, through his clothes, gently stroked the silk bundle as if cradling a fragile infant.
Nine ancient Taoist temples, each unique and weathered by time, stood atop the nine heavens. Within each temple, a living being sat cross-legged, gazing down below—some imposing, some sharp as blades, some ethereal, some indistinct… Each emanated a different aura.
That’s good. This was my greatest worry. I recalled the Ghost Spirit Elixir mentioned earlier, which could enhance the strength of those below the Void Returning realm. If possible, I’d like to obtain one for Luojia as well. Of course, such treasures are hard to find, and I can’t promise too much.
In certain situations, Ling Miao’s mind was rigid; once he decided on something, it was hard to sway him. Regarding all the things Su Yuyang had done to him, Ling Miao instinctively believed Su Yuyang harbored ill intentions. So whenever there was even a hint that supported his theory, Ling Miao was utterly convinced.
Given his martial prowess, he naturally grasped the meaning of the other’s words. He never expected that the martial arts Chiyou had mastered were remarkably similar to his own, delving into the internal workings of the human body—essentially the system of internal martial arts and the Yang God dimension.
Judging by Natalia’s expression, Wang Kai knew his answer was correct. If he refused, someone else would surely come looking for him. Such persistence!
The next day, just after lunch, Ke Yumei hurriedly urged Su Yingmei to get ready and dress up. Yet Su Yingmei, picking from her modest wardrobe, chose a relatively new outfit. Her long hair, slightly curled, was gathered into a ponytail that hung naturally down her back.
“Do you like me?” Su Yuyang retorted. Meeting Su Yuyang’s expectant gaze, Ling Miao couldn’t bear to say “no”—besides, he genuinely liked Su Yuyang. Ling Miao buried his head in Su Yuyang’s chest and nodded gently, his forehead resting against Su Yuyang’s heart.
“Hey, Su Yuyang, what’s with that expression?” Ling Miao called out, chin lifted, his fair skin flushed crimson with indignation.

She clutched her bag tightly. The person rushed up—not for her bag, but to embrace her entirely.
“I’m fierce? I’m even fiercer with my son. Kids nowadays are wild; if you don’t discipline them, they’ll never learn humility.” With that, she dragged the two children away.
“Hyena King, you and I have always minded our own business—why press the issue? Harmony brings joy, doesn’t it?” Ling Mo spoke up, forcing an innocent smile.
“You’re right. You’re far stronger than your junior.” Xuan Yan’s next words brought utter despair to Master Zhu.
“All right, follow me!” Bei Xiao ordered, and everyone immediately set out behind him.
“Brother, you go ahead. I’ll rest a moment and catch up.” Long Ling lowered his head to massage his foot, ignoring the dirt smeared across his face.
Uncle Nine sighed helplessly, reluctant to scold his two disciples further. After all, innate talent varies, and after so many years, he simply instructed them to attend to other tasks.
When they purchased that plot of land, only a few dozen households remained in the urban village, mostly elderly. Lu Ling and her team negotiated the acquisition without any conflict.
“No mistake! I heard from Du Wei they were inseparable in university!” Lu Qiqi affirmed.
“Got any water?” Long Ling felt dizzy; he knew if he didn’t replenish fluids soon, he might collapse here from dehydration.
Cautious as a mouse, that thing made everyone hesitant—this was already a doomed confrontation.
“What’s going on?” This surge of power affected the entire cave, with countless fragments of rock levitating before their eyes.
Tong Guochang had never been so frustrated; ever since his old loan company collapsed, trouble followed him relentlessly, giving him headaches. When Chen Shu took over, Tong thought the problem was solved, but the authorities began a thorough investigation into the funds, forcing him to bow to Chen Shu.
Those who could ascend directly to Genesis Mountain were all major sects from the Northern Wilderness, renowned names.

Wu Kuang’s popularity was now overwhelming. If he established the Nineteen Martial Academy, many students from Tongtian Academy would join him—this would mean a fatal blow to the Eighteen Martial Academy.
With the refinement of lightning already at a high level, it was clear this was a hidden family, with its own trump cards and special abilities.
The two Chadilun 25t tanks at the rear, together with a Wuling Sister, instantly concentrated their fire on the 113 tank, turning it into scrap metal in the fifth zone.
“I searched for you for half an hour, didn’t expect you’d survive!” Meng Xingchen thought to himself, realizing he’d spent three days in the Eight Region Map. He remained wary of Chen Yunfeng’s terrifying strength.
In fact, Zhao Youtian’s first call after leaving the company was to Guo Huayi. Although he had some savings, putting together three million was still difficult.
Once they found Zhuojun and the others, it would inevitably have a huge impact on Junyao, disrupting his plans. Moreover, the women themselves were dangerous.
“I’m not afraid! I know Junyao will protect me!” Taisia understood Junyao well; he was a loyal man from Huaxia, and would never abandon her.
Those hesitating to get out and help settled back in their seats, picked up their phones, and reported to Young Master Ling.
Mu Qingwu suddenly felt reluctant to return, but he had to protect Long Tianmo, and had questions for his father that needed answers.
That aching, swollen discomfort made the two of them grimace, but they could only grit their teeth and endure!