Volume 1, Chapter 25: Even the Ancients Have iPads

The Tang soldiers who had been hiding beneath the city walls were pale with terror, convinced that a divine thunderbolt had been struck down from the heavens.

"The Samsara Stone..." Setting aside the divine artifact itself, the stone held a massive allure for everyone. Someone could not help but speak up, primarily because Ye Zheng’s performance earlier had left them feeling far from reassured.

Over the past month, Qing Wu’s foundation in light-body techniques had skyrocketed with the help of the internal energy transmitted by Wu Yazi. Wu Yazi remarked that she was a natural-born martial arts talent, even claiming that her aptitude surpassed that of Xuan Yuan Tingye, leaving the latter no choice but to accept it with resignation.

Across the vast desert, the walking youth never slowed his pace. His face always wore a look of disdain, his mocking lips constantly declaring war against the setting sun and the distant temple.

"Wan'er, from now on I shall call you Wan'er. To hell with that name from the twenty-first century!" Lin Hanxi declared boldly.

Perhaps seeing that Lin Hanxi remained as motionless as a wooden statue, merely squinting at her, Peony suddenly let out a charming laugh. With a look of enchantment, she leaned in and pressed her red lips toward Lin Hanxi’s slightly pursed ones.

"You have the order wrong; it should be that Huan Luo looks very much like her mother," Liang Yin carefully corrected.

Wang Xiaomin could not help but sigh with emotion, "I never expected there to be people who would risk their lives for a just cause in today's society; it is truly incredible." Li Hao naturally understood, as he was the one who had done it, but he kept it to himself. Even if he had told her, Wang Xiaomin likely wouldn't have believed him, so he offered an excuse, "There are still many good people in society."

After listening to the Mad Daoist’s account, Ye Zheng couldn't help but wonder what the old man had been doing at the time. If he had been present, perhaps the Blue Star Clan’s super-god-level expert would have met their end on the battlefield.

"Oh, Fourth Sister-in-law, you are so bad, you did that on purpose!" Leng Qingying turned her back to Lin Hanxi, feigning a pout of annoyance.

They were well aware of their predicament. They had thoroughly offended the Sea Song Club, and the only reason the club hadn't dealt with them was because its primary enemy, the Gunfire Reaches the Firmament Club, had kept them occupied.

***

Refraining from disturbing the mother and son as they reunited after their ordeal, they left the eldest maid to serve them for the time being. After all, Da Yong was a senior manager at the Ning Enterprise, and since it was a work-related injury, having a maid from the inner courtyard serve him was a form of disguised reward. Knowing that this fellow lost his head whenever he saw a pretty girl, he would likely be jumping about by tomorrow.

After sealing the opening and placing it in the room to set, it would be ready to use in a month or so. Since autumn was coming and the insects would remain rampant for a while, it would come in handy.

But before he could even swallow the meat in his mouth, he heard Blood Forty-Five say those words. He could never have imagined that he would say such a thing.

Hu Lu, Jiang Xiao, and Liu Heng could only do their best to smooth things over. As for whether they could settle it perfectly, that was uncertain; the Gunfire Reaches the Firmament Club had far too many tricks up their sleeves.

Watching as the suppressive power of his Demon Spirit Space was neutralized, the Demon King's expression grew even uglier.

At the moment Jia Yi struck, a cyan-colored bolt of divine punishment as thick as a soup bowl crashed down from the clear sky, striking him directly on the head.

The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, yet it is near dusk. Dusk is indeed beautiful, but before one can indulge in daydreams, it has already turned to night.

However, the Holy Lord could not be so certain. Others were easier to deal with, but the patriarch of the Guardian Clan was a different story; they were a bunch of stubborn fools. Even if he killed the divine envoy, would they truly submit to him?

"Patriarch Chen, the Holy Mountain is making such a grand display of force this time—are they playing for real? Do we have any chance of winning?" the ancestor of a hidden family asked with concern.

This was not the area under the jurisdiction of Tang Xiao and his senior apprentice brother, and they usually only came here to handle matters if a police report was filed during the night shift. However, Sun Xiaojun was a long-time resident of this area—he had lived here even before Tang Xiao started working—so Tang Xiao knew them.

Lu Guxing dared not speak of what had happened last night, but she would never forget it for the rest of her life... A memory never to be forgotten, and truly, it had been quite exhilarating.

***

Several spiritual energy arrows rained down upon him. Li Zaan cried out, "Oh, mother!" and scrambled out of the barrier in a panic.

Sarada quickly patted her cheeks, and after looking back and forth between Sasuke and the man, she finally confirmed the facts.

A moment later, Qin Chuan approached the roof where the light was shining. He lifted a roof tile and observed the situation inside with perfect clarity, but unfortunately, there was no sign of Fiona.

The estate left behind by the third branch belonged to Xin Lei's grandfather, and after a great flood on the river, his grandfather had distributed land and grain to the tenant farmers.

"Shen Ni, as the emperor of a clan, you cultivate only power and neglect virtue. Your subjects are cruel and bloodthirsty, destroying the Primordial World. Today, we are here to slay you and restore peace and prosperity to the world," Hong Jun said, looking at him with an expressionless face.

"Do you all not also think this is a fantastic idea?" Zhou Bupo swept his gaze over the crowd with excitement.

However, they had saved them nonetheless. Regardless of anything else, it was a virtuous deed. At the very least, remaining here was not their own intention. No one has the right to violate another's will to decide their fate.

Yet, this sword strike was completely useless. Setting aside the fact that Dong Chenfeng was already in such pain he was on the verge of fainting, even if he had been in peak condition, he could not have blocked this angry palm strike from Old Man Tu.