47 The Crematorium Awakens

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Upon receiving the news, the cautious Prefect Xu Kongtu immediately took up his post as Deputy Commander of the Chengdu Vanguard and, accompanied by Zhang Hongbin, the commander of the Qiongzhou garrison, along with several well-known local gentry, paid a visit to the retired senior official Yang Shen, who had withdrawn from the capital.

What was more troubling, some individuals even began to stalk Qiutao, attempting various means to invite her out. Qiutao always kept her distance from such people.

Was this a manifestation of overwhelming confidence in their own power, or were they simply oblivious to social cues?

At the same time that Zheng Li released the phantom troops, he beckoned with his hand, transforming the Golden Warrior into a shining armor that he donned. He then produced ten unactivated exorcism talismans, surrounding them with moisture condensed from the air to forge a talismanic Han sword.

Before Zhu Zhihan stood the majestic city of Jingzhou, rebuilt during the Hongwu era of the Ming Dynasty atop the ruins of the Song Dynasty’s old city.

In the endless void, flashes of dark purple lightning flickered intermittently. A figure wrapped in flames slowly soared by—the Red Spearman who had just displayed formidable power in the mortal realm, known truly as Karna.

“Jeanne, how do you know this?” Emiya Shirou chuckled softly, unconcerned that the other party was aware of his thoughts.

Commander Song Zhenzong of the Third Regiment was promoted to lead the Chongqing Military Region, with Tan Sigui appointed as acting commander. Soon after, Wang Chaoyang rebelled, prompting Tan Sigui to hastily withdraw five battalions of the Third Regiment. Except for the veteran Fourth and Fifth Battalions, the rest had only recently been formed.

Meanwhile, Yin Xingteng and his associates remained oblivious to the looming danger, gathered in a room of their home for a meeting. The windows were covered with quilts to block out light. Seven people, including Yin Xingteng, engaged in conversation within.

It is said that only when cultivators break free from the shackles of heaven and earth, pass through the Divine Bridge, and instantly ascend to sainthood, may they enter the Immortal Realm. Yet, in the thousand-year history of cultivation on the Chenxing Continent, not a single saint has appeared.

Lin Zhanniang supported Mrs. Chen as they climbed a high hill. Listening to the cawing of crows in the forest, a chill crept into her heart. But in an instant, recalling the words of Li An, she gradually relaxed.

Since its appearance, the cold arrow acted like an enemy no longer concealing its tracks, launching a fierce assault. One arrow after another relentlessly rained down upon Shen Jingyun, like a swift and violent storm.

“Do you really think the emperor will spare me if I cease resistance?” Ao Bai whispered coldly into her ear, his tone laced with bitter sarcasm.

“Ouch! I just woke up, and you want to treat me like this? It hurts!” At that moment, a strange male voice echoed from Jiang Tianyu’s room.

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At that moment, Siyang felt as if everyone else had vanished, the world frozen in time, leaving only the two of them in serene stillness.

“Noisy!” Jiang Chen roared angrily, and instantly, the chaotic heavenly fire surged directly into Sun Peng’s mouth.

Within mere breaths, Jiang Chen had successfully inscribed a soul-locking formation of cosmic tremor magnitude upon the elixir, unleashing a terrifying aura. The purple-golden light illuminated the entire Taichu Palace.

I observed from beneath the building where I live on the fourth floor. As dusk fell, our window remained dark, proving that Xu Minghui had not yet returned.

At first, I thought his question was mere curiosity, but now I sense he asked intentionally.

“Lanping, there’s a fork not far ahead—that’s the new road I mentioned,” Li Xiaofeng reminded her.

“Enough nonsense. At this point, I’ll give you a choice: either leave immediately or we settle this now. I’m especially curious about your strength!” Huang Puxing said coldly to Old Liu.

“When?” Aidi scratched his head. This was the second time Leonardo had sent envoys with peace offerings. Ignoring them further might invite unnecessary trouble.

I sighed, stowed away the talisman, and with the enemy pressing close, abandoned other concerns to chase toward the back courtyard with my iron whip.

Under a large tree in the yard, Old Huang had prepared a cooking setup: an iron stove filled with glowing red coals supporting a pot of simmering cured meat, bubbling vigorously.

“Yes, yes, the guest said her name was Samantha,” the receptionist replied calmly, unfazed.

Their trumpet-like calls were urgent, clearly signaling something, prompting us to quickly turn back.

After the grueling first round of trials, only eight teams remained—undeniable powerhouses.

“I’ll go with you,” Yang Qingyun said as she approached, her clear voice impossible to refuse.

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Seeing the ruffians instantly deflate, I smiled inwardly. With such spirit, why pretend to be some streetwise tough? They only bark loudly behind the bars; once real blood is drawn, they’d faint in terror.

After all, Yang Ying was surely broke now. Likely, occupying this house meant taking over everything herself. Wei Yuan planned to move into the last room, and all household goods would need replacing.

Chen Chen was awakened by a desperate urge, stumbling into the bathroom, pulling down his trousers to sit on the toilet.

If I went to see the director, I’d gain nothing and it wouldn’t concern me. But if I led them to the director, he’d praise my efficiency since I found these people. Though no personal gain would come, at least I’d earn face in front of the director.

Along the great road, countless citizens cheered fervently. Whether from Aochuang, Dragon Spear, or Muhannured’s origins, all were swept by the same emotion.

Of course, if the Flying Divine Dragon had the courage to agree, Yang Yang would reveal the secrets within the Heavenly Tower.

The crowd shouted in unison. Thus, while battles in Yuzhou or Nanyang Commandery had yet to ignite, Bai Di City was already witnessing major movements. Ma Chao and Sun Ce each led large armies to Jingzhou to defend the city.

Huang Fei struggled desperately, her face flushed red, yet Long Yunquan’s grip was like iron, unyielding.

Now, with a word from the Demon Lord, chaos among the evil sect was inevitable. All that remained was to take one step at a time.

Sweating profusely, Shen Fan fixed his gaze ahead, feeling the square stretched endlessly without end.

Because the Gold-Eating Tribe was grateful to Shen Fan, they gifted Long Jiao Jiao and Big Sword Five a bottle of the Gold-Eating Spirit Wine, a substance that directly promoted the fusion of divine energy and spirit power.