Volume 1, Chapter 36: Let Me See Where You Are Hurt?

The sound-transmission talisman disintegrated into fine ash.

Su Yun’er’s expression betrayed that she had completely lost her composure. In her estimation, even if Mother Feng had discovered the existence of the Fairy of the Red Dust’s cave dwelling, the fact that Su Yun’er had snatched the map meant it would be impossible for her to track down the specific location on such short notice.

Yet, she had never expected the man in the black robe to be captured.

"Enough, stop praying. It’s me, so hurry up and turn around! I’m practically your father-in-law, after all!" Malolitte cursed.

Guo Sanpao personally played the host, warming the wine himself. He ensured the temperature was just right—neither cold nor hot—and after tasting it to confirm, he poured cups for Xiong Ti, Feng Sanshou, and Heiyue one by one.

"Do you know why I don't kill you?" Salong patted Regner’s cheek and asked.

The words were so shocking that Li Hai’s mouth fell open after hearing the old man speak. To make a suit of clothes out of this pitch-black fabric of unknown material would cost fifteen taels of silver. It wasn't that Li Hai was short on money, but the price the old man quoted was simply too much for him to accept.

Despite these thoughts, Kingpin remained cautious, mentally preparing an escape route should the situation take a turn for the worse.

Li Long, who had been trying to figure out how to muddle through, heard Yuan Rui’s words and mistakenly thought she was showing concern for him.

Old Man Bai chuckled and walked down the stairs. Shi Lei hurried over to meet him, offering his arm to support the elder.

Li Hai averted his eyes at the perfect moment, completely missing the peculiar smile that had just flickered across Yu Shuangshuang’s face. Had he seen it, he would certainly have regretted lingering on her silhouette for so long.

Zhou Xian could hardly believe it. Could such a powerful divine ability exist? If one could not even be targeted, did that not make one immortal? If this were truly so powerful, wouldn't it mean being invincible? If he mastered this ability, he could do whatever he pleased—it was simply too heaven-defying.

"Hm?" Inilith, filled with curiosity, reached out to touch the barrier of the shield. As her hand approached, the shield expanded slightly to accommodate her.

However, Liu Qi had no time to waste on her nonsense. He lunged forward and struck her with another slap, this one imbued with significantly more spiritual power than the last.

"Thank you, Young Master." Feeling a burning sensation within her body and knowing the cold poison had been purged, Cao Wan’er quickly bowed to thank Liu Qi.

The Hanba had inherited nearly all the vital essence of Shebishi, making her strength unimaginably high—far beyond what Great Shamans like Feng Bo and Yu Shi could withstand. Only Chiyou, having inherited the will and blood essence of Xingtian, could stand against her in a direct confrontation.

"President Qi, didn't you tell them I’m a man about to resign?" I asked, flushed with annoyance. How could things be like this? Was it really this difficult to quit a job?

Seeing that the others remained silent, Cao Bao’s heart sank. Before he could beg further, he heard the weary voice of the Holy Mother of Golden Light.

It was for this reason that he established his palace and founded his sect, recruiting disciples far and wide. As a former tutor to the Heavenly Emperor, the disciples he trained were naturally extraordinary. After five thousand years, he selected three hundred and sixty-five disciples with profound magical power to set up the Zhou Tian Star Formation. Only after he personally took charge of suppressing it did he dare to disturb the primordial spirit left behind by Tai Yi within the Eastern Bell.

Upon hearing the instructions of Taoist Duobao, Wen Zhong explained the stakes of this great gamble. King Zhou, after hearing Wen Zhong’s account, finally understood the situation. He sneered internally; so, the Marquis of Xiqi actually intended to rebel against him? What immense audacity. At that thought, King Zhou’s ambition flared.

The two turned to leave, but the moment they did, they discovered a wall of fire blocking their path in the air.

They were astonished. In this era of rampant materialism where everyone looked only to money, how could someone like Ye Feng exist who cared nothing for it?