Chapter 15: Survival

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“Why is the update pace of this TV series so slow? Could you explain the reason?” After a silence of about ten seconds, prompted by the director, the host continued to inquire. Long Old Dog’s expression darkened, disbelief flashing in his eyes. Gritting his teeth, he let out a low growl and, with a reverse hand slap, a mighty, energy-charged hand descended to envelop Ye Tian’s head. He had long seen through her as a despicable liar. Yet, the one thing he never doubted was her claim that it was “to protect him.” When the game is disrupted, it becomes a deadlock; all the cards must be reshuffled to breathe new life into the situation. However, beyond corpses falling from above, no living beings appeared, so Ye Tian felt at ease. Wang Daoling loved to cling to powerful patrons; he embraced every earthly official, let alone the second-generation officials in the heavens. Unfortunately, as a demon, he could not see the plum blossom mark on the arrow shaft. Without this crucial clue, he could not identify the enemy, so his deep-seated hatred had no outlet. “Father, what are you planning?” The maid’s voice came from the hall ahead, filled with worry. These were details Yun Haocang had entrusted earlier; Ling Hao was contemplating the surge of influence from Misty Peak but did not forget to listen to the rules of this contest. On the other hand, the greatest trait of the Blue-Clothed Cloud Assassin was strict adherence to rules. Everything required regulation, and information had to be passed down layer by layer—three minutes for a final ultimatum was far from sufficient. She didn’t know how those words were pieced together, but it seemed as if every ounce of strength was poured into uttering them. Calling several times yielded no response; perhaps no one was home. After knocking and calling again, still no reaction came from inside. Although the sudden order from the Taoist to move unsettled the nanny, it was not entirely surprising—given the Taoist’s eccentric temperament, such abrupt decisions were understandable. At this moment, Wu Zetian smiled involuntarily. She suddenly recalled that this fellow was originally a cook; if it came to ingredients, few could rival Qin Shaoyou’s breadth of knowledge.

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Upon hearing this, Po Tian and the others furrowed their brows slightly, especially as they began sensing the aura radiated by the Sword Saint Sovereign, their expressions growing solemn. Even the sound of collapsing echoed from within; this fire made escape seem nearly impossible. Every demonized immortal entering this place found their respective positions, eyes flickering as they fixed their gaze on Wang Mo incessantly. Everything before me made my head spin, as if in a dream. Not to mention anything else, just the canyon’s rock walls were peculiarly strange. As one of the three giants of the Spider Legion, White Shadow was always the calm presence. Even the usually conservative White Shadow did not oppose the plan showcasing the Spider Legion’s might. While pondering retreat if they could not hold, a spark of hope suddenly shone in Shang Hao’s eyes. Everything was for the arrival of the Child of Destiny; every step had to be taken carefully. This was why the Holy Devourer made such a choice. “We will defend against the Shadow Dragon’s frontal assault, while you and your companions create chaos from behind, dividing their attention.” Otherwise, how could Han Zhixun’s aim and attacks be so effective? Han Zhixun prided himself on his skills, once undefeated in gun combat, yet today he was defeated by Li Tingchen. On a dark and windy night, Tongzi Cliff lay hidden beneath a veil of gloomy clouds. Standing at the foot of the cliff, the mountain’s shape resembled a youth with ram’s horn braids. I carefully examined the surroundings, frowning silently. With such a vast mountain, where should we look for people? Feng Yun’s hair cascaded slantwise, concealing half her radiant face. Her hand resting weakly on the ground appeared frail, and combined with her supple curves, she exuded an almost heartbreaking plea for pity. Sima Yi strongly recommended Deng Ai to Cao Pi, who then dispatched Deng Ai to the Tong Pass front. More than two months had passed since Deng Ai’s arrival. Though there was no battle during these two months, Deng Ai kept a close watch on Yongzhou’s situation. “Actually, not only did we not lose, but we also profited—and greatly!” Zhi Ying, holding Amu’s long sword, interrupted their conversation. Du Lei shrugged helplessly. “We’ve already killed; how do we get out of here?” Scanning around, he found no doors or windows at all.

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The reason they incurred humanity’s wrath was mainly because these demons were bizarre and horrifying beyond measure. Upon this decision, a call was made to Wood to attend a meeting in the doctor’s office. Before Wood could respond, having just seen a patient, he put down his work and arrived to find colleagues from the affairs office gathered at the door. The big black bear broke into a cold sweat and had no choice but to look to his closest ally, Hua Shaodao, with pleading eyes. With his two-tier sealing cultivation, entering the Feather God’s secret realm would surely make him cannon fodder. In short, due to the deliberate portrayal by the Church of Light, the Thorny Swamp had become the most terrifying hell, inhabited by merciless demons. The remnants left by the Underworld Wing King were coveted by many, but keeping them only brought disaster. He could not let others know he possessed them. A maiden fair as a blooming flower was awakened in the dead of night by a pair of large hands. Opening her eyes, she saw a ghastly face. “State your conditions freely. As long as I can accomplish it, I will not hesitate.” Given the opportunity, Mu Feng would not let it slip. Though Lian’er had been taken away, he firmly believed they would meet again. The master and apprentice laughed and talked as they walked toward the main hall to receive guests, awaiting the sect leader’s return. Meanwhile, the Vajra Sect widely distributed invitations, calling many forces to attend the Saint Ascension Ceremony. Every cultivator who achieved Martial Saint status would host grand celebrations, inviting friends far and wide to proclaim their accomplishment to the world. Li Gexiao would never forget the first time she saw Li Min, who was elegantly dressed in men’s attire. Li Min had grown up deep within the palace and was well protected by King Bei Li. Even at banquets, she was never forced to attend, so Li Gexiao had only known of the Third Princess of Bei Li but had never seen her. It was precisely this farming class that deserved elimination. This statement, coupled with the emergence of new architectural styles, compelled some nations to take notice and even sparked a fresh round of intense debate. After a tense half-minute, Morse’s trembling gradually subsided. He kept his eyes tightly closed, seemingly fainted.