Chapter 181

178、Imprisoning the First Ghost (6K, 1/1)

"Such pure yang internal force—could this be the result of over a decade of cultivation?" Chu Feng retreated three steps during the fist clash, at a disadvantage, yet he didn't look discouraged; instead, a hidden smile curled at his lips, making Su Bai wonder if this guy's brain worked differently from normal people's.

Qin Luo felt somewhat helpless; since they'd obtained their marriage certificate, not a single intimate gesture had passed between them—not even holding hands.

In the darkness, He Zijia's eyes suddenly emitted silver light like rippling water, swiftly scanning the corridor like twin beams before vanishing in an instant.

Forget it—let the host keep doing stupid things. Her points bar has already hit zero; she has no value left. Without points, she can't exchange for skill cards, can't use the Ten-Thousand-Persuasive skill, and when that skill fully fails, it'll be when the men she manipulated turn on her.

It felt as if she had become a breeze, a wisp of smoke, a speck of dust—touch her lightly, and she'd vanish completely.

Just as I was swept again toward the rock wall, I suddenly released my grip and, in a diving-from-the-seabed posture, snatched up the Luoyang spade from the ground.

There was clearly something inside this coffin—otherwise, how could it have made sounds and movements on its own?

"This matter isn't up to us—we must wait for the Daoist sect's stance," said Ying Zheng, since this was not an issue of Qin state affairs but a conflict between the Daoists and the Luo Wang, beyond their authority to intervene.

"Then just switch to another one," Qin Luo replied dismissively, not seeing this as anything significant.

"Wait, Captain—a knight is approaching Karn Village, and he doesn't seem friendly," the archer, ever vigilant, warned. Though the man wasn't strong—far below the level to threaten them—and wasn't targeting them specifically.

After all, she didn't know how long the Third Imperial Prince and Xuan Mubai would talk—if she returned and then came back again and they were gone, she'd have to find another opportunity.

Then Xia Yuntong spotted an acquaintance here—they'd met twice before, not often, but certainly not strangers: Jing Baozhu of the Jingyuan Marquis's household.

Zhang Xian's face was plain, his body broad and sturdy, like a peasant who labored daily in the fields, yet he carried a chilling aura of slaughter that no peasant could ever possess.

Li Qianlu wandered for a long while before sliding down the slide; the Husky lay on the slide, clumsily following down with a dopey expression, his posture awkward, lacking Li Qianlu's agility—he crashed with a thud, his face slamming into the slide.

He was deliberately displaying his power. What if it had landed right in the center—or worse, on his head? He didn't dare imagine it, wouldn't even think about it.

Yet two people in the crowd had sensed just how immense the power behind Dagu's seemingly simple motion truly was.

His sudden appearance made Bai Lan's heart jolt—a strong, ominous premonition crawled up her chest.

Then the snow intensified, the mountains and forests gradually dusted with frost, and the sky grew much colder.

Tian Qing swung his long sword at the final moment, slaying over a dozen Yulong cavalrymen, but ultimately overwhelmed by numbers, he died as over a dozen gleaming silver spears pierced through his chest and abdomen.

Chu Yueyao froze, instinctively touching her face—her skin was smooth and supple, delicate enough to be shattered by a breath.

But Tang Xiao dared not grow careless—he was the patriarch of the Haotian Sect and knew full well what its strongest secret technique was.

Zhuang Bufan wasn't surprised by any of this; the clumsy fox had already possessed power beyond a ghost's, considering her sword art and inexplicable spells.

The summer sun was bright, almost blinding; Sheng Yan frowned slightly, then slowly opened his eyes, immediately searching for Jian Yu.

"So that's it… so the Canglan Academy and today's Canglan imperial house aren't cut from the same cloth. What about these two guaranteed admission slots you mentioned? Why have I never heard of them?" Lin Xiaoyao asked curiously.

"That won't do!" Wu Liang muttered, then twisted his helmet crookedly with his hand, dismounted, scooped up some mud from the ground, and smeared it on his face, finally revealing a satisfied grin.

Xu Qingyu's eyes slowly shifted from surprise to disappointment—if Lu Zhao knew she wasn't the original, he wouldn't like her anymore, right?

Watching the clumsy fox step out from behind him, take the pudding offered by Saitama, and eat it with complete indifference.

Ning's mother was pulled away by the doctor, struggling to chase after Ning Guochen's body, which was being taken first to the morgue.

Zhu Zhiquing didn't dodge—she charged resolutely into the chaotic lightning currents, her figure flickering in and out, using the speed boost from her fourth soul skill, Blood Shadow Kill, to pierce through Yu Tianxin's attack range.

Huang Wan said: "The Ministry of Finance also supports you!" Huang Wan's Ministry of Finance managed state finances and held nationwide fiscal authority—more powerful than Liu Yan's Minister of the Imperial Household, let alone Lu Zhi's Minister of the Stables or Liu Yu's Minister of the Imperial Clan.

Long after, the food was all packed. Zuo Lun was stuffing the recovered money and tickets into his pocket, about to push open the door, when suddenly, heavy rain began to fall.

The next instant, the spirit sword, wreathed in purple qi, was flung upward, then shot rapidly backward, finally embedding itself deep into the trunk of a massive tree, thick enough for several men to encircle. The entire process felt utterly smooth—the trunk was pierced as easily as tofu, as if the sword met no resistance whatsoever.

Zhuang Jian's body landed, and countless array nodes surged upward, reforming into the Golden Crow Fiery Array, once again surrounding Zhuang Jian.

Liu Dan heard this and was greatly startled, then had his hand shaken off by Xier. At that moment, Liu Dan and Dian Wei instantly felt ashamed. Xier hadn't abandoned Liu Fan—he'd rushed to Bailao Gate to find an antidote for Liu Fan. They had all misunderstood Xier. The two exchanged glances, then lowered their heads in deep shame.

Seeing the pilgrimage party and all their disciples chasing after them, the Cloud Badger King unleashed his full power, leading fifty thousand Badger Beast Demons in a flood-like assault, surrounding the disciples in a crushing tide of attackers. After repeated bloody battles, each of them was utterly exhausted.

Yet he could sense the power emanating from that phantom—it was of the same origin as the power his elder brother, the previous Xuanlang Divine King, had transmitted to him through dreams.

Whether it was the mermaid's tear, capable of curing all diseases and neutralizing every poison, or the legendary mermaid flesh, said to grant eternal youth with a single bite—both were immensely alluring. If these were true, then with humanity's current dominance and the greed of human nobility, wouldn't they hunt mermaids everywhere?