Volume One, Chapter 76: The Most Valuable Secret of Basket Valley

Just moments ago, Beiming Lei fought fiercely against Cell, smashing him with a single punch. In doing so, he also shattered the alternate dimension, tearing open a rift in space. Acting on instinct, Beiming Lei slipped into the rift and, in the blink of an eye, returned to Earth.

Angelina withdrew her hands; it was she who had reflected all the incoming sounds and vibrations to the other side, amplifying the destruction over there.

"Alright, alright, that's enough. If you don't find the food to your liking, just pay and leave," the plump chef thought to himself with a sigh. "Why am I even arguing with a drunkard? This is pointless."

When the words "dead dog" came up, a hint of mischief, and a faint sense of familiarity, inexplicably crept into the spirit's thoughts.

This time, the appearance of the Immortal Spring was revealed, and since Mount Jiuhua was the closest sacred mountain, it naturally enjoyed a geographical advantage. Thus, the Shushan Sword Sect wished to use Mount Jiuhua as a gathering point for all the cultivators of Great Qin to enter the Pure Yang Immortal Mansion together.

"Do you even understand how formidable the Netherworld Demons are? Rumor has it that some of them have already perfected mid-tier cultivation techniques!" Zhong Gong exclaimed.

The Chief and the Grand Strategist exchanged glances. They knew that He Hao’s presence was a destabilizing force; in their eyes, he and his companions posed a far greater threat than the zombies. Until He Hao was eliminated, these children would never feel at ease.

In the past two days, Ling’er seemed to have reverted to her old self, at least in Zi Xin’s eyes. Aside from occasionally making time to chat with Zi Xin, Ling’er devoted most of her energy to her beloved herbs. If she wasn’t out gathering ingredients, she was tinkering with various medicinal materials in the alchemy room.

The border city bore marks of war everywhere. There were few people on the streets, and those present hurried by. Most of the shops along the road had their doors tightly shut.

Meeting her beloved’s scrutinizing gaze, Shen Xue felt utterly wronged. “I, I—” She bit her cherry lips, unable to utter another word, looking utterly pitiful.

He basked in the glory of all the honors bestowed upon him, though he reminded himself that it was he who had saved Weiyang, not his cousin.

Though she protested outwardly, Dan Yuxin was inwardly overjoyed. Zhang Shangjin was growing more adept, and she found herself becoming more and more familiar with him.

The customary tradition for the second day of the new year was to visit one’s maternal family. When Zhang Shangjin arrived carrying a load of gifts, his grandmother’s house was already bustling with people.

Inside the hall, Wu Chen sat upright on the throne. Nezha stood at attention, behaving politely and humbly in the main hall.

Dan Yuxin, however, felt nothing unusual. Even when they ate together in the past, each would focus on their own food, both absorbed in short videos on their phones.

“Today is the last day. No matter what happens, starting tomorrow, good fortune will come,” Yan Hua said, raising her glass.

Sima Ao braced his feet against the ground, his eyes already brimming with tears. He thought to himself, “It’s time to go!” Yet, how could a son of the Sima family ever admit defeat? Even if he couldn’t best his opponent, he admired him all the same. But for a Sima of Dingzhou, there is only death in battle, never surrender.

“You know my health is poor, and yet you still won’t open the door for me?” The old lady, hearing Su Lan’s words and guessing she didn’t want to let her in, stopped knocking and spoke quietly to her.

Nanguo Peining came running in and sat right down on the soft armrest of the extra-long sofa, pulling Dongfang Yinan into her embrace, pressing Dongfang Yinan’s head to her chest. “Good, Dongfang Yinan has a few projects in the works too, and was just about to pay a visit.”

“The Great Calamity of Journey to the West is a matter of heaven and earth, impossible to resist. So for Ao Lie, this tribulation is inescapable.”

Duan Lang gritted his teeth. “How can our mighty Xuanwu Kingdom stoop so low as to grovel before a mere commoner? It’s shameful! Agree to his terms, then seize the chance to send word.” He had no other choice; he only pretended to let them choose so he could toy with them. If they refused, their fate would be the same as those corpses on the ground.

In the room, Su Han curled up in a single armchair, a cigarette dangling from her lips, unlit.

“Heh, can’t you hear what I’m saying? Our Demonlands have suffered oppression by your two nations for thousands of years. Now, it’s finally time for you to pay the price!” Liu Bei’s aura surged abruptly.

Long legs crossed the corridor and approached Mu Zhiyin. Lifting her chin, he gave her a deep, lingering kiss.

They knew full well the strength of their comrade—who practiced the Eight-Nine Mystical Arts and was impervious to blades and spears. What sort of divine weapon could take his life in an instant?

“How many members of the royal family does Xuanwu Kingdom have? Could you tell me? I’m quite curious,” Xiao Yun said, plotting his next move, starting with the royal house.

With the guidance of Mu Chong and Mu Jun, Mu Qing gradually accepted this new way of life and work, though deep down, he remained uneasy. He still yearned for something purer, both in life and in labor.

Sensing Shen Boqiang’s presence, a glimmer of fighting spirit flashed deep in Jun Qianli’s eyes. Perhaps, even at the Seventh Heaven, he might have a chance at victory.

After years of acquaintance, Shi Yuanxiang knew Er Song’s character well. Er Song was meticulous, leaving nothing to chance, and demanded the same level of precision from Shi Yuanxiang. The things they did left no trace behind; as long as Er Song kept silent, the police would find it nearly impossible to gather evidence.