Volume 1, Chapter 133: Brother Shepherd

Zhang Shengli, along with his younger siblings and Zhou Ling, made their rounds through Yangcao Village to pay their New Year respects. Every household greeted them with the utmost courtesy, as if they were welcoming heavenly deities.

The two major powerhouses of the North Sea, however, seemed largely indifferent to these proceedings. Unlike other sects, they engaged in no heated discussions, expressing their confusion, at most, through mere glances.

Having rehearsed together previously, Luo Bo had already witnessed the formidable prowess of Ji Danhuang and Su Zixuan, so he found nothing unusual about it now. He handed them two drinks. Su Zixuan took the opportunity to ask the price of a cheese-cat figurine and made Ji Danhuang pay for it.

Li Qingshan was filled with questions: Where exactly did this sweet potato come from? Who on earth could have wounded him? But he had no choice but to wait until the man awoke to get a clear answer.

"Hmph!" the Emperor snorted with disdain. At this moment, his pride was all he had left, and he was certain he would never yield.

The night was deep, yet the great marshland was brilliantly illuminated as streaks of magnificent silver light tore across the sky.

Many in Shanghai might be unfamiliar with the Longteng Group, but Elder Xia, a native of Lianhua City, knew it well. It was a massive private conglomerate that carried significant weight even in Shanghai; its assets in Lianhua City alone were enough to make others look up in awe.

"Didn't you just say that no one in this world could cultivate it? And I said I could. Put those two together, and it means that if I can't, then no one in the world can," Bu Zheng said with a shrug. It was truly interesting how he could piece those words together like that.

He did not realize that the punishment to follow would be the most agonizing of all. This grudge had grown deep; he would surely send men to teach Bu Zheng a lesson, one that would force him to leave the Martial Hall of his own accord.

After shouting three times, the man plunged his blade deep into his own abdomen. Blood flowed freely as he shouted with a twisted expression, "The Shogunate is unjust! Save the people! I beg you to raise a righteous army and save the common folk!" As he spoke, he carved a cross into his own stomach.

Yet, Yun Yun was full of vigor. Upon returning home, not only did she show no signs of fatigue, but she was also brimming with energy, turning immediately to inventory the haul that had piled up to take over half the living room.

He was certain that given the fierce and tyrannical power she had just displayed, even if Black Fox and Chu Yichen joined forces, they would be unable to capture her.

However, he could not let Lu Rui leave now. Furthermore, Lu Rui had endured all the dangers of this journey solely because of his own complications; it was hard to imagine how many more perils she might face if she were not by his side.

The Old Shark wanted to ascend to the heavens! It did not want to remain huddled in the forbidden zone forever, nor did it want to stay confined to the Great Shark River.

"Don't play the fox and the grapes just because you can't reach them," Gu Ming joked. But he regretted it the moment the words left his mouth.

Monkey was not only older than Shao Shuai but also seemed far more experienced in the ways of the world.

After the old leader finished the story, I suddenly realized the truth; I had never imagined the origins of this map could be so convoluted.

Asked this, Duanmu Deshu leaned against his chest, her voice softening further: "At first, I was quite happy to be held. After all, you hadn't been as cold as you were in the two years before our wedding in a long time; it was super fun. It's just..." Duanmu Deshu’s expression faltered. "It wasn't good after that."

A scene of terror unfolded before me: beneath the robes of this man, who appeared so clean and orderly on the outside, much of his body had begun to rot. Countless flies and mosquitoes were feasting upon him, and dark, yellow pus oozed from the decaying flesh, filling the air with a foul stench.