Volume One, Chapter 47: Threat

Her novel possesses the strength and the credentials for this. The truth is, even if she didn’t submit it to the Bright Times Press, any ordinary bookstore would suffice. Surrounded by the lush spiritual energy, she felt even more perplexed, yet an unmistakable certainty had settled in her heart.

Seeing Luoyang’s radiant smile and having confirmed that he wasn’t injured in the slightest, Ye Qingwu finally felt at ease. Jiang Le, of course, wouldn’t let him escape; she leapt in pursuit, but before she could get far, the space around her rippled, enveloping her and transporting her into the array.

Once Huoyan Bao realized that gold and silver could be exchanged for meat, he grew attentive, still thinking about the coins from those other petty thieves. He rapidly sifted through excuses in his mind, but found none suitable. At last, he lowered his head, speechless.

Zhou Yu’s eyes lit up upon hearing this. Ye Qingchen’s talent for alchemy was unparalleled in all of the Azure Profound Dynasty—a peerless genius. If his disciple, Mu Danfeng, could marry him, it would bring immense benefit to both the Mu family and Zhou Yu himself as a master.

With such meager spiritual roots, even reaching the level of a martial apprentice must have been achieved by overdosing on elixirs.

“Grandfather, what about you? Aren’t you coming with me?” Bai Yi’an stepped out of the old man’s embrace, asking in disbelief.

Even her movements were clean, swift, and ruthless, inspiring instant admiration and appreciation.

Ye Zhirong was utterly astonished. Night Sky was young and not particularly outstanding in strength, yet his methods of healing were so exceptional.

“If the Blood Demon Sect truly has such a godlike expert, we wouldn’t even be able to withstand a wave of their hand. Even if Blood Blade refines that spiritual artifact, it’s nothing but a drop in the ocean!” In the hall, Zhen Han sighed deeply.

Know your enemy and yourself; a hundred battles, a hundred victories. Since the most formidable foes before him were the four elders of the Black Hole Clan, Night Sky naturally wanted to learn more. Only by understanding their fighting styles and weaknesses could he hope to defeat the entire Black Hole Clan.

Chu Feng ignored Hao Shuai’s slaying of the two, instead turning his gaze to Ye Ning, who was drowning in despair.

The silhouette emitted a surge of black mist. As it swept through, the corpses of countless beasts were instantly reduced to white bones, as if their blood was drained in a moment. The broken blade grew ever more crimson.

Order Seven swept across, annihilating all creatures of the Corpse Shade Clan, leaving them deader than dead.

Qin Yu nodded slightly, gently embracing Feng Yuqiong, then resolutely turned and walked out of the cave with Sasha.

“We’re in a meeting right now! Wait until we’re finished! You’re a police officer too; how can you be so disrespectful?” The staff member pulled Shen Yan, refusing to let him go.

At that moment, Xiao Jiangyuan recalled the matter of Lu Huaishen and relayed both his question and his own answer to Li Longji.

That joke was actually quite serious, but what I meant is that with Chen Shi, I have absolutely no stray thoughts. When we discussed this topic, I had confidence in both myself and him.

The militia—likely the Huang family’s self-defense corps, the security team—about fifty strong, equipped like regular soldiers, their rifles were Hanyang-made, and they carried themselves with great pride. The common folk looked on with envy, jealousy, and awe, avoiding them as if they were plague-bearers.

Gan Jing was never one to stick to rules, and besides, he was genuinely curious to see what kind of footage a dog could edit from material shot of itself.