Chapter 40: Degradation: If My Cousin Insists on Being with Me, She Can Only Be My Concubine

Shen Shuyi sat only briefly before finding an excuse to leave the Crane Longevity Hall.

Back at the Fusang Courtyard, she busied herself sewing garments, completely unaware of the passage of time.

It was only A-Jian who reminded her that yesterday Pei Nanzhou had asked her to visit the Southern Garden.

“I don’t want to go.” Shen Shuyi was not forgetting the matter; she simply did not wish to see Pei Nanzhou.

If it were a mission requiring her to approach the male lead, she would gladly make the trip.

“Miss, don’t you like the Second Young Master?”

Moreover, the most terrifying thing now wasn’t that he saw this joyous spirit, but that the joyous spirit he saw moved.

About fifty meters from the enemy, dozens of remaining members of the Axe Gang and Butterfly Gang lay in ambush, blocking the path of those inside. Sporadic firefights broke out, bullets striking the discarded machinery of the steel factory with thunderous clamor.

A crisp sound rang out as Feng Lin’s hand grasped the neck of a middle-aged man, lifting him high into the air.

Radiant celestial energy spread like red and rainbow-hued beams, auspicious qi flowing in myriad threads. Immortal energy was boundless, and his cultivation seemed to be slowly rising. No wonder immortals all ascended to the heavens.

Yet, to reunify Shenzhou was no easy feat. First, Qitian Shou needed to comprehensively re-examine all the cultivation sects on the Shenzhou land, compile them meticulously, and establish a clear record.

Then, I slowly opened my eyes. Following the sound, I sought its source and discovered it came from the rooftop.

Mussolini’s rise to the pinnacle of Italian power was not without merit; Rossi had also made significant contributions. During that period, Rossi believed himself one of Mussolini’s four most trusted and indispensable ministers.

The Left Attendant and Right Servant held high status in their hearts. Now, with their keen regard for his identity as the Demon Star, how could Qitian Shou fail to make use of him?

“It should be No. 55; he went back and forth several times inspecting. Now he’s probably upstairs!” Qin Yamei said.

He returned to Sister Lu’s side and didn’t have to wait long before the logistics department called, saying the medicinal herbs had arrived and that Qin Zhao should collect them.

When Ye Xiu realized he had fallen to the ground, his first thought was that he had lost and had been knocked away by Ye San.

Four middle-aged men scrutinized Jiang Yi—barely twenty-one or twenty-two, dressed in student attire with a shabby appearance. The four sneered coldly, not taking him seriously at all.

After being accepted as a student by the Wuxiang Dao Sect, his daily life consisted only of serving his teacher and cultivation. He practiced the rare and complex Chuan-character path and the unprecedented Lotus Birth thirty-six character formula.

“A 122-millimeter rocket,” Liang Dong said with certainty. Such rockets couldn’t harm a third-level evolved being; they were merely warnings.

Since a mysterious young expert appeared near the Liuyun Sect, the sect’s youth had been eager to test themselves, stepping out to face challenges. Qin Ruo’er had never gone out, but Qingqiu had accompanied others once, dressed in a style very similar to Zhang Tian’s.

At the moment Luo Changfeng’s red sword at his brow forced back the Heavenly Dragon Star, the mountain-sized two-star demon was already gathering spiritual energy.

At last, the unfortunate news arrived: the West Gate had been breached. This was the second time the city had fallen. At the West Gate, the battle had devolved into close-quarters combat with the beastmen.

Long San wanted to argue with Ye Xiu. He was dissatisfied with the data Ye Xiu cited, believing that except for a few freaks like Long Wu and Long Qi, no one at the peak mid-stage innate realm could surpass him.

Seeing Chen Lian return alive filled him with pride. After all, Chen Lian was the first among those he had brought to survive the Maze Island.

Su Jiuqing watched silently, wondering what expression Mistress Jiang would wear next.

But he had no time to rest. At least from what he could see, there were still dozens of skeletal fire beings.