Volume 1, Chapter 61: What Kind of Garbage Did You Bring?

Pucao gave a sidelong glance at the grinning Fang Jie, then generously sat down right beside him. Fang Jie eagerly helped bait the hook and cast the line, and once the fishing rod was securely set, he took Pucao's hand, whispering and chatting idly while the cool river breeze blew past them.

Holding He Yu, Lulu jumped down from the window, intending to summon her Night Leopard mid-air. To her surprise, before she could even utter the summons, an icy-cool touch lifted her up, and her body soared straight into the sky.

Experiencing such blatant disregard for the first time, Dongfang Mu could not help but feel a ripple of emotion, yet he forced himself to maintain absolute composure. Facing Yeling's repeated provocations, he still smiled with serene detachment, as though he were merely a bystander.

Lifting her slender eyebrows in a delicate arch, Yeling wore a playful smile across her breathtakingly beautiful face. A sharp, brilliant light flashed through her pitch-black eyes, as if she had just thought of something immensely amusing.

"No, I cannot tell the Jade Emperor. He must not know that he has betrayed his original vow and mission! I cannot let him die..." Chang'e drifted all the way back to the Lunar Palace, her mind whirling with these tumultuous thoughts the entire journey.

For the sake of the army, he had to choose the path most favorable to its long-term development. Even if it meant enduring universal misunderstanding and being reviled by others as a tyrant, he had no other choice.

"Need you even ask? We belong to the Buddhist path, while he is of the Taoist tradition and an immortal being. We, on the other hand, are spirits and demons. Since spirits and demons like us have joined Buddhism, the Taoists will find themselves lacking in strength and numbers in the future. Naturally, they are anxious and want to stop the pilgrimage, annihilating spirits like us who have converted to Buddhism!" the Leopard Spirit replied.

Inside the water curtain, the deep-blue mermaid supporting the glowing pearl was still putting up a stubborn resistance. Behind her, several other mermaids radiated spiritual light from their bodies, and moments later, various beams of spiritual energy shot forth from them, piercing through the water curtain straight toward Taixu Ruyue.

For a brief second, his mind grew hazy. The very next instant, a piercing, crystal-clear agony shattered that trance, slicing through the primordial chaos like a streak of lightning.

Unable to make sense of it after pondering for a long time, Qin Fang simply shook his head and let the matter go. He had returned this time to take a break while Erlang Yang Jian and the others were still growing; there was no need to worry himself over inexplicable trifles.

Nearly a thousand blinding white beams swept across the firmament, converging into a dazzling torrent that slammed ruthlessly into the City of Philanthropy, located a full five light-seconds away.

Following a distortion in space, Li Yunfei suddenly found himself in a desolate desert. Stretching as far as the eye could see, there was not a trace of life, and the air was thick with high levels of radiation. Although a few dormant biological spores were detected, not a single sign of active life could be found within a radius of a thousand miles.

Dahuangluo felt a sliver of suspicion, yet it was inconvenient for him to press the matter. Seeing that Lingyun spoke with such certainty, he suppressed his doubts and continued on their journey as usual.

Furthermore, it was usually only newly acquired fans who generated a massive influx of popularity points. Past fans, though still capable of generating them, did so in pitifully small amounts.

Shufeng instinctively reached behind his back to draw his Dao blade, but as his hand met empty air, he remembered that his weapon was no longer with him.

After Yunyi presented the simple plan he had drafted, all the generals arrived at a single certainty: in the near future, the Great Qin Empire would embark on external conquests. This realization left the commanders' hearts churning with excitement, unable to find peace for a long time.

In truth, he had long harbored suspicions regarding the purpose of Qing Qiuyluan's visit; this moment merely confirmed his conjectures. Though Patriarch Huunkun had always secluded himself within the Northern Nether Sea, he was hardly oblivious to the macro-trends unfolding across the Primordial Land. He had long anticipated the dilemmas currently plaguing the demon race.

Having incurred the utter aversion of the heavenly rules, they naturally dared not execute arbitrary spatial shifts. The potency of the Greater Teleportation lay precisely in borrowing the power of the rules to instantaneously span immense distances. Under the present circumstances, banishing any thought of utilizing the power of those rules, relying solely on one's own divine sense would at best achieve a shift of a mere hundred or eighty kilometers—falling far short of the Flight of the Rainbow technique.

The hearts of Chu Feng and Lu Chenxi tightened instantly. Chu Feng unsheathed his sword, his swordsmanship erupting into reality. Countless ethereal blades materialized around him, emitting a chorus of ringing clangs akin to the roars of dragons, primed and ready for action.

Jiang Zaiyuan believed in immediate action whenever an idea struck him, so he hurried back to the Hall of Merits in a flurry. Arriving directly at the counter designated for exchanging cultivation materials, he found a black-bearded elder sitting there with a completely expressionless face.

Upon hearing the envoy's words, the Chief of the Flame Python Clan, already simmering with anger, flew into an absolute rage. With a single strike of his palm, he shattered the table beside him into fine dust. Witnessing this, the Flame Python envoy inwardly rejoiced; his objective had been achieved, and the furious chieftain would undoubtedly go settle accounts with their enemies.

Over the past few days, Lü Zhongtian had been one of the primary masterminds behind coercing the Lin Family Army into disbanding and throwing its members into the dungeons of Xuantian City.

Mengmeng had no leisure for such thoughts. Having previously charged in and slashed the Tyrannosaurus, the beast had retaliated by breathing a torrent of flame straight at her in its agony. Fortunately, Mengmeng possessed the teleportation skill, otherwise she would have been burned to ashes.

The two men in black almost thought they had misheard. Ever since they began working under Du Weitao, apart from Du Weitao himself, no one had ever dared speak to them in such a manner. Yet it was glaringly obvious that Wu Ming was deliberately picking a fight; if they dared utter a single word of dissent, goodness knows what terrifying atrocities Wu Ming might unleash.

"Pay it no mind. Once inside, your primary objective is to locate that batch of cargo. As for those immortal spirit stones... they are of little consequence. Leave the rest to me," Yueying transmitted her voice mentally.

The fatty continued to shake his head, refusing to come out, wrapping his arms tightly around the bars inside the massive iron cage.

Zhang Yang reflexively caught the battle-scythe, feeling puzzled when he noticed the giant had not thrown the weapon with any malicious intent. Locking eyes with the giant's crimson pupils, he sensed a trace of lingering loneliness and a flicker of mischief within them. The desire to fight had long since vanished.