Volume 1, Chapter 25: You Are the Bane

"Brother Liu, you are truly amazing."

"That’s right, Brother Liu, we want to learn how to hunt from you too."

"Brother Liu even managed to capture a wild horse?"

"It’s incredible! Having a horse is a first for our village."

"What’s the use of being envious?"

"If you’ve got the skill, go catch a horse yourself."

The laborers working in the fields chattered away.

"Especially that tiger you killed—that’s a monumental achievement. The magistrate’s reward notice is still posted on the village chief’s wall."

"Why are people so different? Brother Liu, how did you manage to build your fortune so quickly?"

"Brother Liu, why does every good thing happen to you?..."

Han Ke wondered to himself if Aunt Li could also see ghosts, and if so, why was she throwing things?

A giant snake? Isn't that a mythological figure from Japanese folklore? To use a myth for a name shows just how terrifying this person must be.

No, it’s too dangerous out there. I had better return to the sewer! Lin Yong quickly squeezed into a sewer crevice, and using the sewage water, ate a piece of dirty french fry he found on the ground. Afterward, he curled up in a gap in the sewer and drifted off to sleep with a heavy heart.

Sun Dawei walked out of the villa with a complicated expression. He glanced back at the building, sighed, and headed toward his car parked not far away.

Just as Su Wenwen was making a scene on the roof, threatening to jump, a gruesome, flesh-and-blood battle was unfolding on the roof of another dormitory building.

The man sensed Dongzi’s fear and silenced him just as he was about to scream.

After a long stretch, Dongzi left as usual to head to the factory for his daily training. Just as he stepped out the door, a sound caught his attention.

Mu Zifei looked closely and saw over a dozen dishes laid out on the table—all things he used to love. Several of them were incredibly time-consuming to prepare, yet they were all set before him now.

Elegant, nostalgic old songs drifted through the cafe. Ever since their conversation ended, Ye Weitian and Zhao Jingwen hadn't spoken another word; they just sat there quietly, slowly sipping the coffee in their cups.

"You don't need to worry about me. My parents are still young. Just buy my mom some clothes and jewelry, and get my dad some good wine," Mu Zifei said with a smile.

Qin Xi arrived. Yu Ran took one look and saw that Qin Xi’s complexion was poor; she knew instantly that something troublesome had happened.

The immensely powerful pressure continued to build, as if Tang Qing were being crushed by countless mountains, with more piling on every moment.

When Tang Qing returned to Monkey King City, the great battle was drawing to a close, and the Monkey King had already been slain by the Fox King and the others.

However, Fang Yuan’s eyes were fixed on the victim’s mouth; it was bruised, likely from someone grabbing it with force.

Ba Han looked around with a somber gaze. No one would have expected that beneath the Daoyang Sacred Ground lay a world unto itself, one used for such inhumane purposes.

When Xu Chenggong saw Fang Yuan’s expression, he assumed Fang Yuan was worried that Sun Hu would hit him.

This person kept talking incessantly as soon as he arrived. Tantai Yuyan frowned slightly, brushed a lock of dark hair aside with a delicate hand, and glanced at Xuanyuan Mingmie without leaving a trace. Seeing no change in his expression, she felt relieved and quickly introduced everyone.

Su Wei was now a man on the run; there was no need to talk about loyalty to the underworld anymore. The only thing that mattered was bringing Qu Qi down.

However, the giant eyes flickered with joy. It circled him affectionately and rapidly, its slender proboscis rubbing against him repeatedly, appearing extremely excited.

In the arena, Yun'er flicked her wrist, and a mass of flower petals drifted out from her storage ring, shrouding her figure. From a distance, she looked truly like a fairy playing among the blossoms. The faint, dark fragrance of flowers swirled around her fingertips, and a moment later, all the petals coalesced into a white ribbon, binding the Three-Eyed Nine-Headed Python firmly.

As the sun rose, Li Ling and Kahn each sank into their own thoughts, neither speaking another word.

When they parted, the Ancient Priestess Bian Ying used a powerful and ancient spell to grant a blessing upon Ming Xi’s hand, gifting her an ancient storage ring as well.

He opened his mouth in panic, wanting to say something to Lin Yan, but he could only stammer, as if his mouth were stuffed with something.

He glanced at the customer notice posted on the glass and nearly spat out the water he had been about to swallow.

He laughed out loud: "At that time, you were only doing the work for someone else's benefit; why bother?"

"Ooh-eek!" After snatching the whip, the assailant let out a strange cry. It stretched its long arms, leaped onto the nearest tree trunk, climbed to a branch, and let out another series of bizarre cries at them.

"Siqing, thank you for agreeing to help me act out this scene. Now, I must go find Qingqing." Rong Yelang brushed aside Ning Siqing’s hand and hurried outside.

After three rounds of drinks and tasting the dishes, both were feeling a bit tipsy. Di Moxuan’s courage grew, and she giggled at the Sixth Master.

Lifting her eyes, she met Leng Tianjue’s beautiful, half-smiling gaze, and her face flushed instantly. Damn it! This was like saying "there is no silver buried here" in the most obvious way!

At this moment, both sides had entered the Elf Realm. Without wasting words, Viersalia deployed her Dreadnought Elf Magic Armor and soared into the high sky, all her cannons locking onto Alice’s team. A moment later, the artillery fire poured down.

Wudi looked to the side and smiled: "Indeed, you have broken through!" He had already released Tu Jia’s hand.

"Originally, you two—Double Saint and Single Saint—should have been quite confident, especially after destroying this True One’s left hand, leaving me with only one hand. You must have felt even more so." Zhuang Wangu used his spiritual sense to transmit these long sentences directly to Bo Le.

However, immediately after, a strange, tingling sensation surged through him as he gradually gave up his struggle.

This was the reason Qu Zhe had trained so diligently over the past three years. Had he not been in a rush to fight Li Ao, Qu Zhe would never have gone into closed-door meditation. Of course, had Qu Zhe not been in seclusion, the Eagle Mercenary Group would have been helpless, and they would never have had the chance to steal the Gold Spirit Snake.

As for the Second Prince, Yin Hong, he had become Sun Yu’s apprentice at Yuan Hong’s suggestion. Although the Marquis of Nanhai, Jiang Boyan, outwardly respected the Demon Sect, he had his own secret agenda. Naturally, this could not be hidden from Yuan Hong, but since he was currently obedient and hadn't done anything extreme, there was no need to move against him yet.

"This place is far too remote, there aren't even many people here. Look at the bloodstains," Mo Mo said, pointing to the ground.

The Sage Zhunti’s right shoulder was injured. If it had been any other sub-sage, it might not have mattered, but for a Sage to be wounded... Sage Zhunti looked at the person who had just ambushed him. The figure held a universe spear and was none other than Dark Nebula.

Moreover, the revival of Feng Bo and Yu Shi required his own essence blood as a catalyst. Now, they were effectively his avatars, and he had no intention of reviving Chi You so soon.