Volume One, Chapter 85: Boss Jin

Her hands were delicate and smooth, clearly well cared for, while in contrast, Tu Baobao glanced at her own rough hands and spoke with a hint of self-consciousness.

The light went out. Amidst the creaking and cracking of the floorboards, Zhan Xiu tossed and turned, unable to find comfort. “Ah, why isn't there a Simmons mattress? Even a bird's nest would be more comfortable than this,” he grumbled.

“Her master?” The old man heard the Western Venom’s words and visibly trembled. Wasn’t her master killed by me? How could she have appeared to rescue that girl? Could it be that, just like me, her master only appeared dead, but in truth survived?

Each phoenix rivaled the giant serpent in size and grace; coupled with their innate nature and the laws of predator and prey, the giant serpent had no choice but to turn to a defensive strategy.

“We’ll have to try and find out.” Tu Baobao squinted her eyes into slits, speaking with utter nonchalance.

If he were in such a foreign place, Gu Yu thought, even he would not have remained so calm in the face of a sudden earth dragon, had he not the protection of the Heavenly Extreme Barrier. He wouldn’t have been so composed, nor so ready to grasp the moment to strike.

A shadowy, indescribable sensation, accompanied by a mysterious, ancient resonance, struck deep into Gu Fan’s heart, yet produced not the slightest trace of fear within him.

Crack. Crack. Su Jin looked up to see dust falling from the rafters onto the bed; sensing danger, she quickly dodged away.

When Gu Fan glimpsed the cold gleam of a throat-slitting blade, his body reacted almost on battlefield instinct, dropping straight back in a near-ninety-degree arc to evade the descending figure and the deadly blade slashing down.

Elsewhere, as Chasing Wind heard Su Jin’s bird call, he turned to Qin Mo and said, “Her Highness gave the order—move.” More than ten shadowy figures leapt down from above.

Brushing aside sharp rubble and dust, the two sat on a relatively flat patch of ground. When Wen Ruoliu was struck on the back by a stone, a deep, frightening purple bruise appeared. Fortune within misfortune—the stone was blunt and did not pierce the skin.

Ye Tian felt a terrible pressure closing in from every direction, his body weighed down as if countless giant hands were tearing him apart.

Kṣitigarbha, so named for his patience and immovability likened to the earth, and his deep, secret contemplation as hidden treasure, is said in Buddhist texts to have repeatedly rescued his mother from the torments of hell in past lives. Since ages past, he has continually vowed to save all suffering beings, especially those trapped in hell.

Ling Hao cursed aloud as an ice blade struck him head-on. Fortunately, he had quickly reinforced his defenses, or else his unusually strong body would have been exposed.

Phew… Lin Ai finally breathed a sigh of relief, then turned her gaze to the Mechanical Lifeform Park, which, surprisingly, remained unscathed by the recent battle between mechanical beings.

Guo Ziyi mustered ten thousand musketeers, five hundred divine hammers, and countless thunderbolts. They set sail from Suzhou’s docks, heading north along the Grand Canal.

“Stop!” Lin Ai shouted at once. “She doesn’t mean to attack!” Without bothering with the Manila troops who refused to cease fire, she rushed toward N2, her Faith transforming into a shield wall to block a few bullets for N2.

Their resting place was nothing more than six large tents. The attack by the mechanical lifeforms had come so suddenly that Dragon Soul’s troops had only managed to erect the camp’s outer walls; inside, they’d hastily drawn up tents. Only the central command post had a proper two-story building.

“Hey, you there, I’m talking to you!” the silver-haired girl said bluntly when Lin Ai did not answer her question.

The Immortal Abode lay in ruins, fellow disciples dead and gone. The mood was heavy, but now was not the time for mourning. They had to decide at once what to do and where to go next.

Through the pearl, I saw Lin Guyi being severely scolded by the Eagle-Masked Taoist before being taken away.

You old hag, you really want to marry me off just to climb higher and higher yourself? Fei Jingyue cursed viciously in her heart, though her face remained devout and respectful.

“Madam, don’t listen to him. How could he know where your son is? Didn’t you say both you and your son have a broken blood jade pendant?” Second Uncle interjected hastily. I remembered that too—it was something the old lady had once mentioned to us by accident at the Shuyue Cave Heaven Restaurant.

In truth, the two had been through many ups and downs, with many people coming and going along the way; but happily, their feelings for each other were steadfast, and now, one could say they had finally achieved their happy union.

“Damn it, it’s the three of you who want to enter the house—why are you dragging me along?” Fang Yun cursed, but the other three ignored him. They only wanted to see just how strong he really was at this moment, or rather, what rewards awaited after a full attribute breakthrough.

Wang Dashan, who had been so fierce just moments before, immediately crumbled when he saw the blood corpse charging at him. He darted left and right, trying to escape; had the place been any smaller, he would have been forced into a corner and killed by the blood corpse.

When I slipped into the room following Qinghan, my excitement made me pant and stick out my tongue like a dog.

“Biruan, do you know what it means to provoke the mistress and sow discord?” Fei Jingyue’s smile was faint, but her words were icy enough to scare Biruan, who, meeting her gaze, suddenly felt utterly lost.

Liu Feng and Xuanyuan Haiyang’s fists collided with a brittle, shattering crack.

After reading, Ryan was utterly speechless. This was truly an undeserved calamity—the girl had done nothing, and now she must feel terribly aggrieved. He looked at Yilan’s hair with a deep sense of sympathy.

Lu Dongli felt as if the world had grown darker. His legs grew weak, and he had to steady himself against the city wall. He wanted to go down and ask, but his body was so drained that it seemed one step would send him tumbling.

He dared not threaten, nor could he. Xiong Wu only prayed that the demon before him would spare his life.

Di Jiu raised his brows without a word. Very well, very well—I’m just the kind of useless wretch who’s always getting beaten, slashed, or killed, waiting for the cult leader to risk life and limb to save me.

If the magic crystal cannons were mounted on battleships produced in the bases from the Dark Star Domain—where all backdoors had been removed—it would risk exposing their secret, which was not an option.