Chapter 147: Suppression

Seeing the gates of the Town Demon Division, Cheng Xiaoshan was filled with deep emotion. He had never expected that after going to such great lengths to shirk it and refusing to set foot here even for half a step, the twists of fate would bring him full circle, and he would end up standing right here after all.

Although this journey had been thrilling and terrifying, exposing him to Lu Chenyuan’s chilling methods and the unpredictable secrets within the underground palace of the Dragon King Temple, and even allowing him to see Wei Xuanji, the commander of the Town Demon Division, with his own eyes, not a single one of the artifact-refinement materials entrusted to him by his master had been successfully obtained.

It could be said that for an ordinary person, coming into contact with cultivators was exceedingly difficult, because today's cultivators accounted for less than one in one hundred thousand of the human population.

Looking at Qian Kangcheng's pretentious smile, Li Mulran raised a sword-like eyebrow. A mysterious smile played across his face as he gave a couple of instructions to the carriage driver.

Yang Dong grabbed Yu Min and pulled her into his embrace, while the machete swung through empty air.

The separation of military and government authority is a principle that the higher-ups can never loosen. Once local governments are able to mobilize troops, it means the country runs the risk of being partitioned.

Hearing this, Li Mulran also snapped to his senses. He had previously intended to search for someone at the Heavenly Court Temple, but Lu Renjia had told him that the temple was a covert faction controlled by the Emperor. However, Yang Jian's remark now suddenly made everything clear to him.

After Zhou Mengmeng left, Ah Zhen ate two more chicken wings and was just about to sink his teeth into a third when a sudden commotion broke out outside, followed immediately by fierce knocking on the door and shouting.

"I won't be able to accompany you to class today. I have a very, very important matter to attend to and must return to the capital immediately. You two go on your own!" Song Xiaotian said with an apologetic expression.

Desperate to prevent the fifth "Sick Man of East Asia" plaque from being hung, the government could only resort to their most proficient tactic: direct designation. Those who refused to fight would have all their titles and statuses stripped away immediately.

Just as Ling Xiao was about to make a move, every hair on his body suddenly stood on end, and cold sweat drenched his back as a wave of acute alertness washed over him.

At this moment, these energy fields were slowly repairing his damaged brain, along with all the damaged cells, blood vessels, and neural pathways in his body.

Immediately afterward, the nine dragon heads let out a simultaneous, silent roar, entangling with one another as they lunged toward the distant Daoist Jitian. Flying into mid-air, the nine heads suddenly merged into a single colossal monstrosity with a dragon's head, a snake's body, and only two claws on its chest. It crashed toward Daoist Jitian with suicidal fury, reminiscent of Gonggong angrily striking Mount Buzhou.

Speaking of this, one cannot fail to mention Butterfly's grandfather, Hu Tiefan, also known as Hu Zhongxun! This former Central Committee Number One Leader! Yet, ten years ago, for reasons unknown, Hu Zhongxun suddenly announced his retirement from both military and political circles, returning to his hometown in Shanghai to live the serene, untroubled life of a cloud-dwelling crane.

"Not bad. He just watched me fly and learned it on the side. How about you? Can you fly a plane too?" The veteran pilot beamed with joy upon hearing Ye Fei praise his son's piloting skills, finding Ye Fei immensely pleasing to the eye.

As long as they avoided the front lines, the Han family would always have a chance in the future. After all, their people were still alive—as long as the green hills remain, there is no need to worry about firewood. This thought gradually took root in the minds of the elders.

Chen Wu's previously lecherous expression contorted in an instant, and the others watched helplessly as the two front teeth of the old man flew out of his mouth.

Fairy Mudan was also slightly startled by Butterfly's bold remark, though, knowing long ago that this was a carefree girl without a trace of malice, the odd expression vanished from her face as quickly as it had appeared.

The flames in his left and right hands merged, forming a massive fireball. Natsu hoisted this high-temperature magic high above his head and hurled it down fiercely.

With an unchanging expression but a chaotic heart, Leng Ran averted her gaze and said nothing. Immediately afterward, a wave of sleepiness washed over her.

The most eye-catching and terrifying feature on that flat snake-like face was its pair of eyes.

"From a medical perspective, I am willing to believe in the sixth sense. The human body is the most mysterious thing in the world. For instance, to this day, no scientist has ever been able to explain what potential actually is," Sun Hongsheng remarked, his understanding of the human body being somewhat superior as a doctor.