Chapter 47: Encirclement or Counter-Kill? (Part 1)

Right now, Xiao Yan's bare back was drenched in a chilling, red liquid known as Blood-Burning Concoction.

Yao Lao, whose form appeared ethereal, held a jade token and slowly scraped it across Xiao Yan's back.

With every stroke of Yao Lao's palm, the crimson liquid spread further across Xiao Yan's back, causing his body to convulse violently in response.

Once the red liquid completely covered Xiao Yan's back, Yao Lao finally stopped, looking as though he still wanted more.

However, there was no rush at all now; he and Xia Siqi could afford to wait a few more years. A life for just the two of us is also wonderful.

No wonder Jun Jiujue's reaction had been so strange back then whenever the topic of using him for experiments came up. It turned out he had already endured all of this?

Giving a soft, acknowledging hum, he brought over the herbal medicine that had been prepared for a long time, scooped a spoonful, blew on it gently, and brought it to my lips.

Gu Ying really wanted to scream out like that, but remembering her persona of being cold and aloof, she gave up. This realm was a bit toxic; she had no idea what the system had rigged, but even when she wanted to break character, she simply couldn't.

Qin Shuyu's gaze fell upon the large hand with which Hua Ziling was gripping her wrist. Suddenly, her brows furrowed sharply, a flash of disgust crossing her beautiful eyes, and she pushed him away in displeasure.

Although they had set traps, this was their home, and neither the chieftain nor the villagers wished to make things difficult for these people. They only asked that these outsiders refrain from running amok in their village, and the traps were merely a defensive measure.

The moment they stepped outside, they saw a car parked right at their doorstep—a black one that looked extremely luxurious and prestigious.

Being people who knew one another, they would naturally feel curious when hearing others talk about it, and then they would slowly come to understand, experiencing a sudden moment of enlightenment through that understanding.

A chorus of ghost-like wails erupted, transforming the place into a sea of lightning. Countless terrifying thunderbolts detonated, and some low-tier cultivators were instantly reduced to fine dust, leaving not even a trace behind.

Anyway, whenever he kept things bottled up inside, Lin Guiwan only knew that his spirits were low; as for the rest, she didn't seem to understand it very well.

"Xia Tong, Gu Xuan." Something flashed rapidly through Zhou An's mind. He always felt these matters had an inseparable connection with Gu Xuan.

The next moment, his body exploded, utterly powerless to withstand a punch from Qin Chen, who was burning the God of War's blood. With Qin Chen operating at full strength, very few people within the same tier could block a single punch from him.

The two of them had no idea why he had suddenly grown so angry. Li Junqing went over to pick up the crumpled paper and looked at it, while Si Yunmiao came to Jiang Yunfan's side to soothe him.

Yet now, they couldn't even be certain of the master's true identity, let alone obtain information about the fist techniques from the master's own lips.

The Empress reached out to cover Jiang Yunfan's mouth, rose to her feet, and, amid Jiang Yunfan's puzzled expression, walked over to a cabinet and rummaged through it until she pulled out a white bamboo-leaf apron.

After expressing his gratitude, Jiang Yunfan stood up. Under the influence of the Yin-Yang Formula, although half an hour had already passed, he felt no discomfort whatsoever.

Just as Hanyang County City was in a state of tense preparation to face the arrival of the demons on the first day of the month, Mengling Mountain, located about fifty miles east of Hanyang County City, presented a completely different scene.

Just as the former old dean had once said, the meaning of the character "Fan" (ordinary) in the name given to him by parents of whom he had almost no memories.

Writing it down hadn't taken much time, and after revising it for quite a while, once everything was finalized, it was submitted.

Driving all the way from Central to Tsuen Wan, from the bustling urban center to the seaside, transitioning from noise to tranquility, Fu Chengjue stepped out of the car, stood by the shore, and let the sea breeze whip through his black hair, which was as soft and glossy as a raven's feathers.

The subsequent events proceeded smoothly. By this time the following day, the company had already withdrawn the funds. After deducting transaction fees and various taxes, a little over five million remained.

Her first kiss had been given to him, and her first night was something he also desired. If she hadn't later discovered his womanizing ways, she probably would have foolishly given herself to him.

The veteran appraiser picked up the ancient divine artifact, the Shadowless Divine Sword, touching it over and over, examining it from every angle, and then rubbed his chin while deeply frowning. One didn't need to guess to know he was in a difficult spot.