Chapter 41: A Demon God?

The Far North.

After resting for a night, Guang Ling no longer felt the need to be discreet. He and Qing Luan stood guard on either side of Wang Dong. The little tail did not carry him as it had on the journey there; instead, it had shrunk to the size of a palm and perched on his shoulder.

Since last night, the black insect had been waking up every hour. Whenever it did, Wang Dong would place it alongside the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda token to suppress it. Now that the token had been removed, the insect immediately began to stir restlessly.

Having been in the Impel Down for too long, not only had its body deteriorated, but its spirit and will to fight were also far from what they once were. Even after absorbing Catarina's blood, it could not compare to its peak during its youth.

Shen Gongbao suddenly grabbed Luo Ming’s sleeve. Her bright eyes sparkled, and she looked over, filled with curiosity.

He flipped all the photos over and arranged them in chronological order. The beginning showed three consecutive months, while in the middle, four years were inexplicably missing.

More than a thousand Earth Dragon Cavalrymen moved in unison, kicking up dust from the earth that rivaled the mist created by the mist-beasts. They could not simply stand by and watch someone with such terrifying combat power fight like this in the Imperial Capital.

Yet here, most were officials and nobles dissatisfied with the ministers; given their status, moving about freely here was nearly impossible.

At night, Mu Yun sat on the steps outside the wooden cabin, letting the cold wind blow over him. Dinner was the tiger meat brought back at noon. Since his health had improved, Mu Yun’s appetite had grown significantly; he had eaten half a tiger leg all by himself.

"Kill!" Following a hoarse cry, the original body also lunged with a ninja sword, aiming simultaneously for Mu Yun’s heart and throat.

"Tsunade, you’re drunk." Jiraiya reached out to grab Tsunade’s wine bottle; what Tsunade had just said touched upon the political issues of the Konoha high command.

Gu Bei stood his ground, reached up to touch the corner of his mouth, and stared at the crimson blood on his fingers, looking at Yu Yaoyu with an expressionless face.

I tugged on Jiang Ciyun’s arm and said, "Forget it, don't lower yourself to someone like that!" I rolled down the back window, and as the wind rushed in, Shang Lin became visibly irritable.

But how could he endure such a massive disaster? This was the Divine Tree born at the dawn of heaven and earth, the only one of its kind in existence. Now that it had been reduced to this state and the Ginseng Fruit was gone, his master would surely blame them upon his return.

"Is this the Soul-Returning Jade?" Gong Qianzhu accepted it with delight. The Fire Bird squinted its eyes and nodded, appearing to smile at her.

Shield-type equipment was extremely rare, with a drop rate of barely one percent compared to other gear, yet it offered immense utility for Paladins.

"We’ve discussed this issue at least eight or nine times already; can’t you change the subject, Brother Taibai?" Skye spread her hands.

He gripped Gong Qianzhu’s hand, gave his fish tail a powerful flick, and soared into the air. When he landed, the entire fish tail had transformed into two long legs. His toes stepped onto the sharp gravel, yet he seemed to feel no pain at all.

Lin Feng ignored the mockery and did not even catch the name of the opponent's studio; his focus was entirely on Han Xue.

"Um, miss, could you please teach me the embroidery technique first?" Seeing the girl’s endless, flowing stream of words, she felt cold sweat breaking out on the back of her neck and hurriedly pleaded.

A sales clerk approached to promote the fresh seafood specials of the day. She complimented my 'husband' on his dashing appearance and then continued on and on. He and I exchanged a smile, both feeling somewhat awkward—this was the second time Xu Mushen and I had been mistaken for a couple.

Lin Feng arrived at Su Ran’s door and pushed it open gently, only to see that she had fallen asleep at some point. She seemed to be dreaming of something happy; her eyelashes trembled, and a slight arc formed at the corners of her lips.

Feng Zhao did not ask why she insisted on going, nor did he try to dissuade her, because he understood Chu Zhuo’s intentions better than anyone. From the moment he learned she was heading to the Nine Nether Underworld, he had already understood the reason for her insistence.