Chapter 42: Get Your Head Straight

"Senior, I truly do not understand what you mean."
Xu Nuo’s eyes flickered for a moment, but in the end, she braced herself and pretended to be completely oblivious. She raised her gaze, looking at Xie Yuhuai with eyes of unadulterated innocence, a hint of sobbing in her voice. "Senior, has someone said something to you? We have known each other for so many years..."

Even at his most foolish, Niu Dashan would not dare hand the kitchen knife to him at a time like this; he hurriedly hid it away. Jimo Qinglian had no idea just how destructive her father could be or how heavy his killing intent was. If she gave him a knife, he would genuinely go out and hack people to pieces.

Suddenly, torches ignited outside the livestock pen. A voice, as if emerging from a gloomy, dark, and ghostly realm, echoed forth, accompanied by the sound of a large contingent of armored soldiers and the snarling of hounds, surrounding the makeshift enclosure.

After a bout of heavy weeping, Xia Yu suddenly stood up, took out the spirit jade containing Xia Fuyang’s primordial spirit, and used blood-fire to burn the jade and the soul sealed within it into nothingness.

As the most vital link in the northern defense system of the Cayden Kingdom, the Lasor Fortress was quite sturdy. However, because it had to face the Icefield Yetis, the fortress housed only thirty thousand garrison troops, with very few ordinary civilians—the massive fortress held only about one or two hundred thousand people.

Magical artifacts can be divided into two categories based on their usage: one type is used for direct attacks, such as the Heaven-Turning Seal and the five artifacts previously wielded by Shui Yuanling and her companions; the other is used to cast spells, such as the Heaven-Sealing Seal and the water-colored beads currently being used by Shui Yuanling, Shui Yuanlong, and Shui Yuanyu.

They could still laugh now, but after spending a year or two in the palace, they would slowly change into different people. They would not dare to speak, could not laugh, would become rigid in their conduct, and grow reticent and withdrawn.

After opening the door, we were disappointed to find that it was not a secret chamber, but a narrow, dark passage.

However, as it served as a forward base for the Tuojie Army, the armaments were relatively sufficient. Coupled with the grain he had brought in, it would not be a problem to hold out for a period of time against these rebel tribes who lacked siege equipment.

He temporarily cast aside those rather heavy thoughts, lowered his head, and focused on feeding his younger sister the honeydew melon.

Lin Yunsheng arched a brow in displeasure. He hated being interrupted, and Liu Zixuan’s direct act of slamming the table in protest had already left him quite disgruntled.

Having said this, the group fell into silence. However, Su Zimo’s figure flashed, and in the next second, the Blood of Hell appeared in his hand.

At this moment, a deafening sound came from outside the supermarket, as if something gargantuan had plummeted from the high heavens to the ground.

The tiger walked to the patch of earth in the bamboo forest, drew a stone rod from its back, and inserted it directly into a crevice in the soil. Once its ability was activated, the patch of earth began to slowly rise.

Fortunately, this pill was the one for which the Tower Spirit provided the medicinal properties. After Ning Yi woke up, she had transmitted the pill formula to the Tower Spirit.

Seeing Ning Yi’s wound, the Chongming bird nearby, having vented its fury, flew over in a rush, wanting to lower its head to examine the injury.

"You would have to ask Zhao Xin about that." Ling Wei felt that Zhao Ke was trying to fish for information, so she calmly pushed the matter back onto Zhao Xin.

"That was close. They really are pulling the rug out from under us, determined to fight to the death," Jiang Mei said, patting her heaving chest.

The owner used a very primitive steelyard balance to weigh the meat. Lu Dongfang recognized it; he noticed that the meat the owner actually cut off was more than one tael. In the end, he packed it all together and handed it to Lu Wanwan—the three taels of meat were actually more than four.

Since a while ago, Kong Xinlan had worried more than once that Chen Ye would propose breaking off their engagement due to her previous hostile attitude.

After descending the mountain, the group’s expressions remained heavy; it was as if they all sensed something amiss—the way Mulu Temple had so hastily issued an order to expel guests—though they could not pinpoint exactly what was wrong.

Looking across the entirety of Jinling, it was feared that only Yang Yuanting, the top expert of the Nine Thunder Sect, and the Spirit Child An Qilin could compare to him.