Volume 1, Chapter 37: The Project to Create Humanity

Yang Kang stumbled and fell to the ground, his previous arrogance completely vanished. Having survived countless battles to climb to the rank of Marquis of Wuwei, he was certainly no fool. This was beyond the scope of reason. Modern society is built on contracts; the archaic notion of masters and servants had long been relegated to the dustbin of history.

"It is Noble Lady Lan. The hundreds of birds she requested have all died, and their feathers have lost their luster."

Seeing Han Zilu and his two companions pushing so hard, Su An looked confused as he stretched and climbed out of bed. Qin Zhi slapped the Thirteenth Prince, Qin Minghu, on the back of his head, drawing a loud yelp from the boy.

The lead security guard, sensing the iron-like grip tightening and feeling the sharp pain radiating through his wrist, quickly spoke up to Xue Jing.

Liu Qing, his face already swollen from the beating, suddenly raised a hand to interrupt Hu Feifei. His eyes, cold and venomous as a serpent, stared fixedly at Ling Tian before he broke into a sinister, jagged grin.

If there is a god in this world, he must have heard my prayers yesterday, for Mo Qin delivered a letter to me today.

Before the Stone Demon King’s cumbersome body could even get close to Lavrin, Lavrin had transformed in an instant from his ugly half-dragon form into a Silver-Winged Demon. With agile grace, he flew above the Stone Demon King and launched an attack from directly overhead.

Yan Yue, of course, did not understand—in fact, many people did not—and her attention was soon drawn away by something else.

The Spring and Autumn Will Technique did not strictly require the absorption of the life essence of medicinal herbs to cultivate. In truth, like any ordinary technique, it could draw upon the free-flowing spiritual energy of the heavens and earth. Therefore, the lack of fresh herbs in the Jade Spirit Space did not hinder Song Paiyu’s meditation and cultivation.

Having said this, the Plum Blossom Holy Envoy waved a hand, and a surge of immense true essence poured from their palms. Moments later, a spatial rift appeared before Ye Qing.

He had clearly felt the connection to that strand of divine consciousness just a moment ago, only for it to be severed instantly, which filled him with rage. He had to have that strand of consciousness; without it, his physical vessel would be incomplete, and a flawed primordial spirit would severely diminish his power.

"Oboi, do you know your crimes!" Kangxi’s voice cut through the curtain of rain, mingling with the sound of thunder to reach Oboi’s ears.

The peddler eyed Mo Jiangnan with suspicion, turning the jade pendant over and over, yet he could make nothing of it.

I had expected the owner of this large bungalow, whom Feng Yi spoke of, to return first. To my surprise, I waited until the third quarter of the Hour of the Rooster, yet he did not appear, while Wan’er woke up right on time.

Something has changed! Everything has changed! This is no longer Su Yun! Damn it, what on earth has that old hag Xuanyue done to her? She has become like this, as if she doesn't even recognize me anymore.

This deputy general, Zhao Zihai, was just over forty years old. For a Martial Saint with a lifespan of fifteen hundred years, forty was incredibly young. He was a man with a boundless future.

Xu Jie looked at Wang Defu, who sat on the sofa stewing in his own frustration, and spoke to him in an exceptionally gentle tone.

Luo Na was held in Jiang Nan’s arms, his chin resting against her forehead, moving ever so slightly.

Wang Defu, on the other end of the line, lacked such patience. Through Wang Xuan’s phone, he shouted at his son in a heavy, frustrated tone.

Wu Sansi could not abandon his chance to become the consort under any circumstances. He had to devise a strategy, and his steward, Liang Shi, whom he relied on most, acted as his chief strategist in times of crisis.

"I suppose my reputation is quite significant, then." Tan Ruoyu’s tone was much softer as she said this than it had been a moment before.

Furthermore, he needed to find Zhu En and secure a path forward for him. More importantly, the magnificent Tang Dynasty—those legendary figures who had left their mark on history were right here, in Luoyang. Since Yue Feng had been born into this world, he hoped to witness their brilliance firsthand.

"I am Qingya," she replied, using her original name. Under the magnificent lights of the Red Plum Garden, she gazed at Ge Ri in his wheelchair.

She mused with a smile: if they were to excavate an underground factory lounge while rushing the work, wouldn't that be wonderful?

Father Zheng had originally intended to go for a stroll, but now, having lost all interest, he brushed off Old Yan and turned back toward home.

That was to continue refining pills, allowing everyone within the Nine Profound Sect who had not yet entered the Qi Refining stage to finally do so.

"You flower-thief, get out!" She burst into tears, thinking that all was ruined. She had only ever held hands with Brother Chu, yet she had been laid bare before this scoundrel.

At the same time, she secretly notified the department agents and artists to hold an emergency meeting, intending to use the occasion to ambush her.

Though she wore a faint, shimmering veil, one could tell from her delicate and graceful figure that she was clearly a beauty of high lineage from the Heavenly God Galaxy.

Her cheeks flushed slightly with annoyance, which Wang Zongze naturally misinterpreted as shyness.

"You’ve just uprooted the very foundation of the Ten Thousand Sword Sea today, and yet you dare to step out to the bustling Spirit Treasure Tower?" Lan Xing let out a cackling laugh.

Gu Yiluo, having just coaxed her child to sleep, sat by the table in a daze, wondering how her sister was faring.

She was dressed today in a creamy white down jacket and wide-leg jeans, with a wine-red scarf wrapped around her neck and her hair pulled up into a loose bun.

Clearly, the spirit-demon essence had become somewhat deranged. It had been a madman to begin with; otherwise, it would never have conceived such a delirious plan—attempting to build a foundation in the Eastern Divine Continent, only to incite the sects of the Central Divine Continent to slaughter one another over a talent unseen in hundreds of thousands of years, ensuring the total annihilation of all those above the Spirit Transformation realm.