32. Pay Father His Wages

But then it dawned on him: a year ago was precisely when the spiritual energy surge began. Perhaps this deep, ancient underground world had also experienced a surge of spiritual energy at that time, causing this mysterious tree to sprout.

In this way, Byron appeared much more imposing, and the wealth he displayed allowed others to hold him in higher regard. For mercenaries, a wealthy employer is often more important than one with high status.

She began preparing meals, cleaning the house, and changing the bedding to brand new linens before her grandson had even returned.

Had it not been for Gongbo Li’s inquiry, they would have long forgotten about this person amidst their intense discussion.

Lu Lei did not shake his hand. Having just seen the lecherous look in Momo’s eyes, she thought to herself, "Another rich playboy using luxury cars to hit on girls—what a cliché. I’ve seen enough of this on campus." She said coldly, "Forget it, I suddenly don't want to go anymore," and turned to leave.

Dragons fought and tigers struggled, flesh and blood splattering everywhere; the scene was extremely gruesome, and screams echoed incessantly from Sky Wolf Peak.

Of course, if it were truly possible, Chu Jinge would have chosen to leave, but as things stood, that was clearly impossible unless some unforeseen change occurred along the way.

Byron even granted Rolf a village east of Veluca, which made Rolf feel even more smug than Firentis for a time—the only instance of favoritism that caused dissatisfaction among the other heroes.

Shangguan Feng focused on driving, his eyes fixed ahead as if he hadn't heard a word. Yun Zifei wasn't angry; she thought, "Even if you’re a block of wood, I can still squeeze oil out of you. I don't believe I can't provoke a few words out of you."

The ghost soldier reporting in the back hall did not even lift his head as he answered Judge Xun, describing Master Jun’s clothing and appearance with complete accuracy.

Back in the bedroom, Tong Leqi was still anxious. Just as she was about to lie down, a thought struck her, and she grabbed Xu Moshen by the collar, trying to pull him back downstairs with her.

"Oh no!" Feng Yanzhang cried out in alarm. At that moment, the distance between them was less than a yard, and the chilling glint of a sword was right before his eyes, a bone-deep cold enveloping his side.

Imprinting everything into his mind, Lin Yu practiced it over and over again in his thoughts. It was something strange and profound, yet he was astonished to discover that when his spiritual power followed the same trajectory, a mysterious force helped him restrain and control it, without the slightest hint of awkwardness.

Ye Qian looked out the window. It was noon, yet the sky had been completely dark since morning. It was not a solar eclipse, nor was the sky covered by dark clouds; the sky was cloudless, yet the entire world was shrouded in darkness, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

"Master, please don't try to persuade me anymore. Since the sect has decided to expel me, I cannot accept these pills. If the sect feels it owes me, then let this be my repayment for the kindness of my cultivation. From this day forward, I owe the Heavenly Sword Sect nothing," Chengtian declared resolutely.

Yu Guiyuan’s hands reached out to pull Yu Ling away, but it was already too late. The drifting painted soul, dressed in ancient robes, reached out with both hands, trying to grab Yu Ling.

"I want her to join your combat team. From now on, you can safely entrust the defensive role to her," Lin Yu explained.

After a while, the code on the main screen disappeared, replaced by another set of special code.

"You... you know who I am?" Jun Wuxie’s voice had returned to its original state, though her face still bore the mask of the ghost.

"Heh." Su He suddenly let out a low laugh, yet her originally gentle eyes were now filled with resentment.

To care about this booklet meant one knew about the connection between the Demon race and Murong Jia, and such people were few and far between. Furthermore, to be able to arrive easily and without a sound made them even rarer.

Number Thirty looked at Yun Duoduo in disbelief. Leave? He had never imagined a day when he would leave this place.

As soon as these words were spoken, a flash of murderous intent appeared in Lin Zichen’s eyes. He sneered, "It seems the Prince of Xuan prefers the hard way to the easy way." With that, he walked straight into the room. If he didn't teach him a lesson, the man would think they didn't dare to. Insulting the City Lord was a capital offense.

Nan Wuyou had also told him that four years ago, after returning from the Eastern Liang Kingdom, she had slept for nearly a year. In the second year, her sleeping time decreased only because she had used acupuncture on herself to force alertness. It wasn't until the third year that she improved somewhat, but then she began to suffer from a bloodthirsty madness on every full moon.

For some reason, he felt a sudden sense of bewilderment; everything had shattered the reality he had initially imagined.

Based on their experience from the first level, the group first examined the murals, discovering they consisted of three distinct scenes.

"Your Highness, the Queen said she is resting and that no one should disturb her," Xiang Ling said with her head bowed.

Watching this scene, Rong Qian was speechless to the extreme and couldn't be bothered to argue with him there. It seemed this problem would need to be thoroughly explored tonight.

Meanwhile, Zhan Yue was completely unaware of what was happening inside the carriage. He and Du Yang were riding at full gallop on tall steeds, the rushing wind hitting their faces, making Zhan Yue feel instantly refreshed.