Chapter 128: Dark Shadows in the Silent Night

"No... this is too valuable, Lord Deimos. One should not receive a reward without merit; I am merely borrowing it for research, you truly do not need to do this..."

Qi Xiao felt a shiver run down his spine, hurriedly refusing while feeling a sense of shock.

Although he had never dared to covet mystical artifacts or perfect-grade alchemical equipment, as a practitioner, he had naturally read many descriptions of such items—the stuff of every alchemist’s dreams—in his teacher's private collection.

Mystical artifacts, though not categorized by rank...

"My name...? Why should I tell you my name? I'm going to sleep!" It wasn't that he couldn't say his name, but he suddenly recalled the man's words and swallowed the rest of his sentence.

So, they were still suspicious. World sighed silently to herself; she was at a loss for words regarding these politicians.

Shen Qiang, who did not feel that he had done anything remarkable or astonishing, grew impatient.

Yang Xiao’s character had always been criticized; even within the Xiaoyao Sect, many held grievances against him. If not for the hierarchy of the sect, even a fellow disciple like him would not want to deal with the man.

Even so, Xiaojie still tended to agree with the idea that the Hero Association should pin its hopes on Saitama.

Walking out of the palace, they were escorted down the mountain by a monster. At the edge of the island, a vortex appeared once more. The two stepped into it, and the next moment, they were back on the calm surface of the sea.

It is said that when one cultivates to a certain level, the energy within the body can sustain its needs, no longer relying on food for survival.

"That place is indeed the best choice. According to the itinerary of the Governor of Nanlong County, he should arrive by tomorrow," the old man said.

She had a fleeting sense of familiarity. Only at this moment did she realize with a start that the sword techniques she had practiced for decades were, in fact, the legendary Two-Severance Sword style that once shook the martial arts world.

We must put an end to human waste, promote thrift, and pursue a path of sustainable development. That is the reason; we must resolutely eradicate those who are corrupt and wasteful. They have no right to exist. For such people, death is too merciful. I will ensure their souls suffer eternal labor to repay the sin of their wastefulness.

Hai Tao acknowledged the order, cupped his hands, and said, "Thank you, My Lord, for the seat." He then sat down to the side, his expression unchanged, eyes fixed on his nose, sitting in silent meditation.

"I won't hide anything from you anymore." Zhong Lingyu patted her head, put his arm around her shoulders, and led her downstairs. She followed silently, not saying a word, her eyes cast down, dried tear tracks still visible on her face.

Pei Donglai stood where he was, watching Qin Dongxue’s figure disappear into the night before turning to leave.

On his way to the Su family residence, Zhong Lingyu felt that something was not quite right. Based on the tone Su Yan used earlier, it was clear she was having everyone cooperate with his actions, but did she really trust him unconditionally?

Seeing Xie Ge leave, Deng Yu blushed and slapped Gao Chong, "Who is your fiancée!" She turned away, ignoring him. Earlier, when Gao Chong called Deng Yu his fiancée, the Flying Tiger Army, her brother, and all the guards of the Deng family present had heard it.

"My reason is national hatred and family vengeance; I want to kill the Jin dogs to avenge Master Gao." Even to Guan Lin, this excuse felt weak. Although her older brother had sworn an oath of brotherhood with Gao Chong, she was a bit more distant, and thinking of this, she turned bright red.

Yue Fei had one or two strategists under his command, but they never performed such meticulous work. Since ancient times, command had always been handled as he did; Yue Fei had never imagined that the work of war could be organized this way, accounting for every possible response from the enemy. How immense must that workload be?

After Pangu the Heavenly Venerable, no one had dared to attempt to break through to the Saint Lord realm—not even the Five Heavenly Venerables—which left the cultivators in the Origin Realm deeply confused.

Fifteen minutes felt like a very long time for many; after all, they might very well be under the same roof as the murderer.