Chapter 33: The Hidden Hand

She had witnessed Ye Chen’s eager initiative earlier. Even when faced with a Golden Core stage cultivator, he did not retreat. That was her junior brother, Ye Chen—a fighting spirit that would surely lead to great things in the future.

Yu Rumu said with a sense of relief, "I understand that our junior brother despises evil, but next time you must be careful. Assess the situation clearly; do not act rashly."

Although Yu Rumu’s tone carried a hint of reprimand, it could not hide her underlying joy and pride...

Years after the expansion of the New Era, a righteous youth charged into the Palace of the Grim Reaper to put an end to the death spreading across the universe.

However, since the other party suggested meeting at the Guolong Building, perhaps this matter had some connection to them as well.

With his well-defined, glistening muscles, thick black hair that exuded an air of rebellion, and sharp, distinct features, Li Feng was an undeniable heartthrob.

We have eaten our way through all the hot pot restaurants in our Lianghu region, but we have yet to see how the hot pot in this Shu land compares.

Dong Chenxi paused, her brows furrowing. She suddenly felt that Zhao Fucheng seemed to be playing a very large game.

Of course, these were merely groundless human fantasies. Scientists would not blindly believe in such things. Having checked so many places without finding anything, they still believed the probability of life on Mars was slim.

Among the Tyr Guards, besides Tavard and Ifrina, Claudia also saw other members of the guard, such as Duval and Gafred.

Most dwarves placed great importance on archaeology, and the reason they did so was the hope of finding information and evidence related to their own origins.

After all, she did not speak horse, but the black horse’s whinny just now clearly did not sound like it disliked her.

After a brief moment of thought, Liu Chun figured it out. Though these Pixiu Guards were old and seemingly past their prime, they were all treasures, each one far more formidable than the current agents of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Yet it was clear that neither he nor Zhou Yuhao could make Tian Qianqian happy anymore; keeping her in the dark was nothing more than self-deception.

He pressed his weathered face against his armpit, desperately squeezing out every resource... grain, minerals, even people; there was nothing he would not sell.

The Rat Priest on the sidelines was deeply moved by the scene. Yet, perhaps lost in thought, a trace of melancholy flickered across his face.

The attendant nodded and said, "Yes." Duan Fu was worried and wanted to open his mouth to offer comfort, but Duan Changge waved him away impatiently. He had no choice but to bow and retreat. Before leaving, he kept his eyes fixed on her, filled with shock and confusion.

If they really followed Liu Huaidong’s clumsy method, Liu Chaoyang highly doubted whether they would find anything useful even if they clicked the mouse until it broke.

The old coroner gently opened the door a crack, squinted his wrinkled eyes to identify the visitor, and only then fully opened the wooden door.

On the high platform, Sui Han, consumed by shame and anger, gestured for the guards to stop their blades and leaped down. Bai Hanyan’s heart was still in her throat; she could clearly feel the blade resting against her skin, and she knew that if it went just a fraction deeper, her head would likely be parted from her body.

When Xu Miaojin arrived in Beiping, Zhu Di had already led his troops on a distant expedition. They had not seen each other for a very long time since the death of Xu Da, yet Zhu Di recognized her at a glance.

"I suspect they are there. I placed a true ward in the triangular brush, but they cleared it. There are also their wards in the river brush," Hao Ren told him.

As he spoke, the Mechanical Demon Spirit struck the round shield in Man Hen’s hand without hesitation. Despite the force of the blow, Man Hen felt almost no impact.

Ying remained uneasy. Even though Lu Xiusi’s mechanical legion had mechanical warriors specifically designed to handle assassinations, they were, after all, mere hunks of metal. They could never be fully trusted, especially since no one knew when an assassin might strike.

This sect enjoyed excellent relations with all the various factions of the Demonic Path. Their emergence from seclusion this time was at the invitation of the ancient Emperor Demon Sect. They intended to perform a blood sacrifice on Yongcheng to extract the souls for the sect's use. Before this, they had already sacrificed another city.

The "he" in Dugu Ying’s mouth was someone both Dugu Heng and the other martial artists present knew well. Dugu Heng’s words had no effect on him; after all, it was Dugu Ying whom Dugu Heng was insulting, not him, the Sword Demon.

Only then did Han Feng realize that his memories of his past life had come to an end. He had already spent four hundred years in this Ethereal Illusion, and now he was facing an opponent from the first year of his current life.

The Sword Demon couldn't help but smile bitterly. Unless he sealed his other two Heavenly Mansions, it was simply impossible for him to take the Great Emperor's inheritance in front of Dongfang Wei and Dugu Ding.

Suddenly, one of his divine thoughts flew out, containing the inheritance of sword arts. Although not the ultimate sword path, it could lay the most solid foundation for swordsmanship, allowing the practitioner to forge a path of their own—at the very least, in this land where the highest level of cultivation was merely that of a Celestial Immortal, he could easily become invincible.

Mu Gu was still hesitating. If Yu Tianwu had not lied to them, the Youyun God King was truly on his way. If they did not leave immediately, the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, even without a peerless spirit weapon, the wealth of a fifth-rank Spirit Master was undeniable, especially the fifth-rank Pure Spirit Pills, which numbered in the hundreds of thousands—too many to count.

Jiang Li’s voice actually emanated from the body of the prison’s core, Wang Chao. He had possessed the core essence of the prison.

Facing the void-shattering blade aura, Xuan Qi opened his mouth and drew a breath. He seemed to roar, yet no sound emerged; one could only faintly see ripples of sound waves instantly emitting from his mouth, rushing toward the massive blade aura.

Zhou You had no time to eavesdrop on the conversation between Xu Jiayu and Song Guyan. He felt uncomfortable under Mi Xue’s gaze, not knowing why she had such a strange look in her eyes.