34 Traveling to the Middle Ages 034

"It’s nothing, I just need a moment to rest," Lin Nuo said with a grin, though his face remained deathly pale.

"Bullshit!" Their Heavenly Beast Sect was considered one of the premier beast-taming schools in the entire martial arts world. Now, being questioned about their training methods by Qin Lang in front of all the heroes under heaven, they were naturally incensed.

"Young man, the barrier in the Western White Tiger territory guards the soul of the snow-capped mountains," a deep, masculine voice whispered into Qing Chen’s ear.

Drink the soup of Meng Po, let go of the past, and you may be spared the torment of the flesh. But if one steps onto the Naihe Bridge clinging to memories, they must endure the seven tortures of the underworld before they can descend to the Yellow Springs and enter the cycle of reincarnation. Each of the seven tortures is like carving flesh from one's heart, the pain piercing deep into the marrow. Thus, in three thousand years of underworld history, no one has ever been reincarnated while retaining the memories of their previous life.

On the other side of the Imperial Capital, Liu Ang hid in the air, watching Chu Tian and murmuring to himself, a strange look in his eyes.

"Jiao Zuo, take your men at once and wipe out Sun Yu and his ilk. Those who oppose me will regret ever having been born!" The killing intent in Kumu’s voice was laid bare.

At the same time, the giant black cat let out a roar. Taking advantage of the elder’s distraction, it broke free from its restraints, leaped toward Mu Nianxi and Bai Gang, snatched them up, sent the surrounding crowd scattering in chaos, and made a swift escape.

In an instant, as if his three souls and seven spirits had returned to his body, Nanrong Puxu slowly regained consciousness. He opened his eyes to see two familiar, magnified faces. Beside him, the concerned calls of his companions reached his ears; he saw their genuine worry, and as the wind whistled around them, Nanrong Puxu finally felt that he was truly alive.

"Master, is that Qing Chen really so formidable?" Ling Fei’er asked Duan Yunshi, unwilling to accept the truth.

Fuli knew she could not leave. When A-Cheng and the others emerged later, holding that kite, she understood that they truly only took orders from Murong Ye.

Then there was the issue of defense. Some zombies above level 10 possessed long-range attack skills. Although Shen Zhuo hadn't been bitten since entering combat, his health bar was constantly depleting. Without sufficient health, he could never withstand those attacks.

Those who had been able to control themselves until now could no longer hold back after hearing Mu Jiu’s words.

Since they dared to act this way in front of him, they shouldn't blame him. If he had a way, he wouldn't be wasting so much time here.

After leaving the mansion, Liu Li and Mu Mu got into the carriage. She handed Mu Mu a prescription, whispering instructions to find a secluded place to fill it and to ask where one might find snow lotus roots the thickness of a thumb.

At that moment, a dark shadow suddenly appeared, and the two began to tangle in a fierce struggle.

Li Juerui felt his face burning; he had never felt such shame in front of others. Yet, the physical and psychological trauma this incident had caused him was immense.

"If you don’t mind, we could be friends. My name is Su Yuxing, what’s yours?" Since he was shy, she would take the initiative.

They relied on each other; Tang Daiyun was his only relative in this world. Seeing his younger sister so sensible, how could he, as a brother, not be happy?

Having worked with Zou Yanqing for so long, Lu Huaqing had never seen such a smile on his face. Though not cold, he rarely revealed his true feelings, usually offering only polite, superficial smiles.

As an army of four hundred thousand knights entered the city, a mere nine thousand police officers gave their lives to complete the evacuation of the citizens.

The result of failing to weaken the Deep Sea forces before attempting a breakout was that, on the horizon, the sea was blanketed by a dense mass of entities with crimson eyes, filled with madness. Only the carrier-based aircraft climbing into the sky could see the blue ocean surface that remained unpolluted by the blackness.

Because Su Qing debuted as a child star and had acted in countless dramas, she wasn't nervous at all, but Jun Shiyi was different.

The crowd burst into laughter, pointing at her and whispering as if they had seen a marvel.

The attendees were mostly high-level executives of the Rommel Corporation, capitalists with years of investment experience.

While he hesitated, he felt Sao Xueke cast a chilling glance at him and whisper a low sentence.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Chen Fan entered the ring. He stood in the center, casting a sharp gaze around like a lord surveying his domain; as long as he stood on the ring, it became his territory.

The Golden Blade King knew the pain involved and strictly forbade the news from leaking, intending to force Nian Nu’er to the Hidden Ice Mountain. Nian Nu’er refused, secretly stealing the method of "fetal extraction" and pleading with the medical saint Wo Niugeng to scrape her bones.

A moment later, Shen Caiyi sensed something wrong with the atmosphere. She opened her eyes and looked back to see the Prince of Yan, a look of astonishment on her face.

Lu Yu began to increase the output of his spiritual energy, striking Lu Xiaoxiao’s back repeatedly. With every strike, she felt as if a ball of fire had burrowed into her body.

Hearing his words, Fang Ziqi trembled with rage; she longed to pick up the soup on the table and splash it in his face.

Baili Sheng put down his wine bowl and questioned Mo Li carefully. After all, in his memory, there was no one named A-Yue in the Baili family, but hearing Mo Li speak with such certainty made him curious.

Lin Zhiyuan looked down to see it written: "Mixing the flower and the leaf causes hallucinations; adding the root and stem produces an aphrodisiac effect."

The next question was how to wash, and how to reasonably let Si Zhuang and the others use the soapy water he had used, and even carry out basins of soapy water so everyone could wash up and get some shampoo suds. It was a problem that required more boiling water and for him to wash his hair multiple times.

Some of the classroom speakers in today's exam venue were broken, so the school used the large speakers in the broadcasting room to play the listening portion, which Han Jingchen just happened to hear.

After some thought, Zhang Datou asked Mo Li, "Um... Master, I have something I’d like to ask." Mo Li was curious; usually, these commoners wouldn't ask him anything, and everyone knew the City Lord was the true sovereign here.

No one else replied, as the teleportation array had already activated. As it shimmered into life, Lin Feng and his nine companions appeared in a canyon.

Song Fuling was busy sewing a quilt cover, repeatedly wiping the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve as she worked.

Feng Zhen was so angry that he raised his sword, ready to slit Zhu Lin’s throat in an instant. But just as he raised his hand, an unbearable itch took hold of his entire body, as if lice were gnawing through his skin. It was a bone-deep, maddening itch, to the point where he wanted to use the sword in his hand to carve the flesh from his own body.