Chapter 37: Why Is It So Hard Just to Stay Alive?

“Let’s leave that question for another time. Right now, the most important thing is to regroup with Qing,” Ban Ming said, clearly flustered and eager to change the subject.

The true form of the Icefire Primordial Saint, descending in person, could unleash its full quasi-sovereign power within the Scorpion Queen’s nest. Even if the Eight-Winged Scorpion Emperor were at his peak—which seemed unlikely—the Primordial Saint would still be able to escort Chu Mu out safely.

“All that mysterious stuff you’re talking about, us clueless girls can’t make heads or tails of it,” Lu Ziyan interjected.

Suddenly, a deep, thunderous boom echoed from midair, the shockwave rippling outwards like a wild storm.

At Jiang Jichen’s words, the slaughter ceased; all eyes turned, their focus fixed on him.

As the black mist slowly dissipated, a man cloaked in a black robe emerged, his face hidden beneath the hood, revealing only a pale chin.

A top-tier lower-grade treasure pill, even of the lowest quality, would cost at least thirty thousand pieces of low-grade jade essence—equivalent to three thousand pieces of mid-grade jade essence. For the finest among them, forty thousand would not suffice.

The Blood Corpse King slashed open his own chest, and torrents of blood gathered into a scarlet long blade.

Almost simultaneously, Elder Gu stretched out both hands, and two spears formed of lightning appeared in his grasp.

The crucial point was that if he didn’t intervene, when those two forces collided, even as a mid-tier Divine Body, separated by several miles, he likely wouldn’t survive—he might well die yet again.

Shao Bolin scrambled to his feet and twisted the doorknob, but no matter how he struggled, the door refused to open.

Lu Fan’s first thought was that he had mistaken a trap for a way out; after all, his earlier conclusion that Li Xishi was a ghost had stemmed from this very clue.

“This time the interval between attacks is far longer than before. My guess is, the intensity won’t be weak,” Yang Xiong said gravely. Tie Feng’s instincts told him Yang wasn’t lying; though cunning, when it came to matters of life and death, he could still be rational.

By afternoon, Ren He’s two aunts and uncle arrived with their families. Ren’s mother, Ru Min, repeatedly told Ren He, as the eldest, to give way to his younger siblings. Ren He didn’t mind—yielding was no trouble.

The man smiled, shifted ever so slightly, and in the next instant appeared before Tie Feng, his elbow driving toward Tie Feng’s chest.

When he recalled his earlier imaginings upon seeing that old classmate, he realized what a joke it all had become.

Things often possess astonishing duality; the Holy Prison is both paradise and the resting place of gods, the origin and the final destination.

The young man considered and replied, “Alright!” He figured he could keep an eye out and stop any sabotage, and earn two thousand just for doing nothing—why not?

Even Zhang Qingfan, who specialized in treating such ailments, couldn’t handle it; did that not mean his own fate was sealed?

In today’s world, technology had advanced tremendously. Though the progress slowed after the beast catastrophe, it never ceased—especially in DNA manipulation.

At the moment the crocodile in Dreaming Rain tried to counterattack, a bolt of lightning shot from Kennan—Secret Art! Blade of Lightning.

Lord El-Melloi II intended to approach, but suddenly realized something odd in what Zhen Xiang had said… “Just go up if you hear it?” Did that mean if you didn’t hear, you shouldn’t go?

Tofu, tofu skin, bean sprouts, soaked sweet potato noodles—and Zhou Ziyi, on a whim, added slices of potato as well.

These villagers did not live well. Jiang Feng managed to support his wife Madonna; over the years, subduing demons and evil spirits had enabled him to save a modest sum.

“What? Planning to attack me?” Jiang Feng narrowed his eyes at General Zhu and the others, his voice icy.

Kha’Zix had become a pure killing machine, not even landing from the sky—he simply skimmed above the wounded heads of the Zhejiang City Martial Academy students. None survived his passage.

Just as Aniya was about to crash to the ground and be smashed to a pulp, she fired a magical blast at the earth, the recoil sending her soaring back into the air.

Time slipped by. After dinner in the cafeteria with the others, evening had quietly fallen once more.

“What! Diamond pinnacle!” The martial artists were in an uproar—such a beast could spell disaster on a catastrophic scale.

Curious, she looked down and realized she hadn’t hit the ground, but was lying atop Lin Yu.

Three mortal enemies, souls scattered, wailed and retreated as the legendary Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles clattered to the ground, shattered.

With a long howl, its hind legs bent, forelegs stretched forward, its whole body radiating the beauty of unleashed power.

The price of “Waves Reaching the Ninth Heaven” was not deemed excessive—after all, the lowest price for a Jordan’s Stone Ring was the same, and even then, it wasn’t easy to obtain one.

The second matter was to see if any high-profile culinary competitions were coming up. Chu Jiangqiu urgently needed to make Liu Po’s Roast Chicken famous.

“Your Majesty, reconsider! Our Ming Dynasty has only you; we acknowledge only Your Majesty. Whence comes this talk of national will?” Sun Chengzong anxiously interrupted, perhaps sensing the hidden danger in the emperor’s words and stepping forward at once to stop him.

Shaking his head, Lin Quan put aside such thoughts and picked up one of the three remaining items on the table—a blue necklace—and pressed an identification scroll to it.

“See that? That’s a treasure!” Chen Xuanwu pointed at the neatly arranged bottles and jars at his stall, his face alight with enthusiasm.

Fortunately, thanks to Chen Xuanwu’s earlier warning and the instinctive reaction in the face of death, everyone took protective measures in time, so apart from minor scrapes, all were unharmed.

The Tang sisters, however, were different from most conjoined twins. Joined at the sides of their abdomens, the point of connection was minimal, and each had a set of independent, complete organs.

What Li Qingyun didn’t expect was that before he left the north gate, he ran into his old nemesis, Xie Yunhao.

“But with this, you seem to lack single-target killing power,” Li Qingyun pointed out Su Xue’s weakness with unerring accuracy.