Chapter 47: Prohibition of Debauchery

A massive impact noise resounded, accompanied by Dangao flying up into the sky, while a blood-curdling scream erupted from his mouth.

Taking a closer look, Lu Wuchen found that the young man's cultivation level had clearly entered a bottleneck period. To truly break through to the realm of Dark Force, without a special opportunity and relying solely on step-by-step rigorous training, his progress would probably stop right here for the rest of his life.

The jaws of everyone who idolized Dangao dropped to the floor, while Leo, Kuka, and Lakui, standing beside Dangao, covered their faces and sighed one after another.

As soon as those words fell, she gently lifted her fair hand. The Heavenly Demon Blade flashed with a radiance as cold as frost, perfectly complementing her jade-like slender hand. It was a truly striking sight.

Nietzsche stopped talking there. But Arthur knew it was nothing more than unpleasant words like fearing challenges, bullying the weak, and lacking the courage of a rodent.

Looking around, groups of ruffians could be seen gathered in almost every corner, flashing cheeky grins and exuding an air of hooliganism.

Li Yuling had actually become pregnant, yet they had not the slightest inkling of it. What was fatal was that after arriving today, Li Yuling had immediately plunged into the laboratory. If their memory served them right, she had not been seen coming out to rest even once up to this moment.

The autumn wind danced wildly through the air, involuntarily bringing a touch of chill. The fine drizzle grew increasingly fierce, gradually merging into straight lines. In this cemetery, coupled with such ghostly weather, it truly gave one an eerie feeling.

Arthur stroked his dragon-patterned ring, staring unkindly at Elder Philip, who was putting on the airs of an expert.

However, five years later, even a blind person could see the undercurrent of hostility hidden beneath the superficial harmony between Arthur and Cronos.

Cao Ge’s explosive temper was truly beyond redemption; the sentiment of "commemorating the sages" he was holding onto moments ago was instantly shattered into nothingness.

In the past, Black and White Impermanence had many intersections with the Swordsman, seeing as the Swordsman often did outrageous things and suddenly kicked the bucket while wandering the mortal realm.

Now, before the truth had come to light, they were eagerly joining the Demon-Slaying Alliance. Could it be that they had already gained the support of the Shaolin Temple? Besides, Gao Yang, the master of Funiu坞 (Funiu Fortress), was also in the wrong.

Fortunately, the Swordsman's parry this time directly knocked the golden-backed broadsword out of the hands of the Black Bear Spirit's minion, Fantian Guai, sending it flying to the side.

Although he had already learned from the Swordsman's mouth that this matter was concluded, and logically speaking, Master Xuanzang should not inquire about matters concerning worldly parents, perhaps due to lingering yearning, Master Xuanzang ultimately still asked the Swordsman about the situation of his worldly parents.

Feng Lin thought of the Dragon Emperor, who possessed not a single ounce of pretension. Although those people addressed him as Lord Dragon Emperor on the surface, in their hearts, they truly regarded him as their own family member or friend.

The two Grand Sages, Black and White, were extremely flustered. No matter which forbidden area the news came from, without exception, it was all about the restless demon race in the myriad worlds stirring up trouble.

Meng Tong whispered a few words into the middle-aged man's ear. The two exchanged a smile, their strange expressions suggesting they were certainly not plotting anything good.

To tell the story from another perspective, fifty miles away from Fuling Mountain lay a large manor known as Gao Family Manor. At this moment, it was heavily guarded and brightly lit with festive decorations, as a wedding celebration was underway.

"Cloud-Flying Palm!" Watching the sent-flying golden dead-man fall toward him, Yun Fei raised his right hand and made a gesture like swatting a fly, as if a spatial racket had materialized and struck the golden dead-man.

There was already a hole in my heart. A bullet came speeding through, piercing a direct hole straight into my heart, causing a lot of blood to flow. In a panic, I wanted to stem the bleeding, but I could find nothing to plug the wound.

Patrolling guards were sparse; it seemed the Qiye Hall was rather short-handed, with only a team passing by after quite a long interval. Relying on her exceptional perception and superb stealth techniques, Tian Lan could easily sneak around this place without alerting a single soul.

Returning to Yun'an Inn without a word, Murong Yan gently pushed open the room door, smiling slightly when she saw Feng Ruowu and the two children inside. However, her body was suddenly shoved hard from behind by Murong Tianhan, and then Murong Yan felt a chilling breeze against her neck.

"Didn't you see that the fellow beside you is already raring to go?" said the raven-haired man, pointing at his companion nearby, who at that moment had already half-drawn the sword from his waist.

He finally understood the old man's meaning: since pacifying the realm required so much time, and the old man's age did not afford him such a span, the logical deduction from this was that Heaven's will did not favor him.

"Perhaps he felt it sounded harsh and might have disturbed the Military Governor!" Lu Rantao's face flushed pink as she said shyly, though a dazzling, brilliant light flashed in her eyes. She was merely being modest; her inner thoughts were roughly the same as Bai Yunling's.

Chu Dan'er had always loved her master; even her decisive suicide back then was for the sake of being reincarnated to find Feng Yunyi. Naturally, she would not hide it from him, and she honestly repeated to him what Tian Lan had previously told her.

I cried outside for a very long time, but Jiajun remained completely unmoved. Finally, weeping until I was exhausted, I despondently dried my tears and threw myself back onto the bed.

A father asking his son for things was a matter of course, but Wu Yonghuai's gesture was somewhat exaggerated, as those plump, white hands had already reached right in front of the visitor.

Liu Yingfeng exerted his internal energy, doubling the speed of the tree branch in his hand. Though his sword moves lacked fluidity, they became far more ferocious.

The Count and Richie were also hit by the shockwave, crashing hard into the walls and subsequently being buried by the falling rubble.

Snowflakes float across thousands of homes, silently dotting the tile gutters. They look entirely like jade dust dissolving only to accumulate again, half forming ice fragments that freeze and flow once more. Their brilliance holds the dawn light to purify the imperial gardens, lightly chasing the gentle breeze around the palace towers.

The second-in-command knelt straight, bowed to the dueling general, pulled out a trembling steel saber, and fiercely ripped open his shirt.

"Although those days were filled with heartache, I felt they were sweet. Even if I were to remain impoverished for the rest of my life, I would still be willing..." Jiang Mingyue wiped away the tears from her face and looked up at Qiao Song.

Suddenly, a burst of smoke erupted nearby, and Abe Yuji appeared at the hot spring, half-kneeling on the rippling surface of the water.

Although Madam Xuan initially disliked her, she had recently treated her quite well and placed such great trust in her. She was already plotting to take the life of Xuan Shao's father... how could she spare his mother as well?

"So the informant used that point to frame the Young Master?" Lu Mingyang's tone remained utterly disdainful.

As for Lei Xingfeng's personality and temperament, the greater the deficiency, the more driven he was to surpass it. He had always excelled in this regard, which was why he attained his current status and strength.

It turned out that his master had previously made him take a kind of antidote. Having dealt with poisons for a long time, he was still afraid of being poisoned by others, but since there was only one pill left at the time, it had been given to Sima Yi.