Volume 1, Chapter 39: The Supreme Bone

Not long after finding my seat, a beautiful woman dressed in elegant Hanfu and traditional attire stepped onto the high platform.

She rested one hand on the display stand, held a microphone in the other, and after sweeping the room with a smile, she spoke:

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Imperial Treasure Appraisal. I hope your time here today will be well spent."

"I now declare the auction officially open!"

As the words left her lips, a bunny girl walked up carrying a tray covered by a red cloth. As the cloth was removed, an exquisite box appeared before everyone’s eyes.

"This is a jar of Youth Balm."

"It was refined by the Luo family, a renowned lineage of healers from the Western Regions, using the collective efforts of their entire clan."

"The cost of the medicinal ingredients alone..."

Master Lu the Second, having long been mentally prepared, shot him a cold glance, dismissed the gong and drum troupe, and headed home.

Seeing this, everyone felt a sense of certainty. Without a moment's hesitation, they all darted off in pursuit.

"Go ahead and speak!" The old man was quite patient and showed no signs of annoyance.

"Mr. Xiang, surely you understand where you are by now, don't you?" Wu Cui’s red lips parted slightly, her voice like the song of a warbler, yet she spoke in standard Mandarin.

Under the starlight, the ocean waves gradually donned a shimmering white coat, looking truly breathtaking.

White petals danced through the air, landing on the shoulders of the father and son. This pair, who had harbored grievances for so long, finally mended their hearts and reconciled.

"Hmph." Gongsun Jing tucked his hands into his sleeves, let out a disdainful huff, and smiled without saying a word.

One must choose their side carefully to avoid being caught in the crossfire of such god-like battles and suffering grave injuries.

"Regarding the Demon Clan." Feiying could only say so much; the specifics would have to wait until the Sovereign awoke to be reported.

"What is this place?" She looked up at the mountain, towering and precipitous, possessing a sense of unreachable mystery.

The island was quite large, and Kuixing’s Blade-Illusion Phantasm manifested a thick black fog that enveloped the entire island. Faintly, one could see various blade-wielding figures engaged in cruel slaughter, while the screams and cries of civilians echoed incessantly.

The rascal led a group of bailiffs to the front of the Confucius Temple. One man with a large head appeared to be their leader. He signaled for everyone to gather around and muttered a few words. The group then quickly dispersed, surrounding the temple completely.

He then extended his right hand and slowly wiped it across the Blade of Breaking Wind. A wound opened on his finger, and droplets of thick, crimson blood dripped onto the ground.

Because Ding Huo was familiar with the Myriad Phenomena Heart Sword and his Force level was higher than Ah Qing’s, he could clearly see the energy trajectory of the sword-drawing technique.

Once his cultivation reached the Dragon Gate Realm, he would have to find a way to elevate his mental power to a new height. It had been many days since his mental power had improved; the few wind blades he had learned in the Seven Injuries Realm were far too outdated for dealing with his current opponents.

She was always full of confidence, never retreating from any hardship or difficulty; she was gentle and kind, yet capable of explosive rage; she was meticulous, yet occasionally impulsive and reckless.

Lin Miwan looked at the smile in Wuming’s eyes and wondered if it was just her imagination, but that smile seemed filled with sorrow—a very deep, heavy sorrow.

"Lin’s control over her ability has improved again," Zhao Qian couldn't help but exclaim. Now, when Lin manipulated the air, it naturally formed the shapes she envisioned; this was a necessary step toward refined control. Having reached this stage, Lin would find using wind power increasingly second nature.

Watching Lian Die made Yi Hanxuan think of Wuming for no reason. It was as if that time with Wuming had become a distant memory; even though it had only been a little over a year since he left, it felt as long as a century.

Ding Huo remained silent, calculating how to eliminate Babel and resolve this ticking time bomb. Seeing Ding Huo’s gloomy and uncertain expression, Duo Duo immediately suspected he was planning something.

Lin Feng’s expression was calm, though his eyes were filled with a faint chill. He clenched his five fingers into a fist, silver spiritual energy coalescing within it. With a single punch, a vast, surging force like flowing silver liquid erupted with terrifying power, striking Yang Jun’s body directly.

Xiao Xiansen shivered, and the camera shook along with him. Ignoring the live stream, he quickly put on a fawning smile and looked up at Ning Chuyi, who had already reached him.

"Eh? Didn't the boss say he was going to break the formation? Why is even moving so difficult? Is it out of control?" Sun Qiushi felt a bit embarrassed.

Just then, a guard came to report that Registrar Yu had arrived to brief the Third Prince on recent trade relations.

However, a scar remained on his shoulder; the Senzu Bean could not heal scars left by penetration wounds.

"As long as you are all safe. Since you have obtained the inheritance, you should know how to get out!" Chen Mo’s concern for them was genuine; he valued those who were loyal to him.

"If my people hadn't paid the bill yesterday, you could have told me directly, and we could have settled it today. But you went to complain without even mentioning it to me—I wonder what your grievance with me is?" Yi Chuneng looked at Zhao Song with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Old Zhou didn't know if it was the scene triggering his memories or if he was simply moved by finally obtaining a weapon to his liking, but he seemed quite emotional.

By now, many experts had rushed out, hovering in the air to surround the Black Fiend Demon King.

"That's right, Shi Er’s betrayal did play a major role, and most of the secrets were revealed by me. Thank you for taking care of me all this time and for not implicating my clansmen."

Ruan Jin took over the Eighth Field Brigade from Ma Weixing, stationed in Anqing Prefecture. The general was replaced, but the soldiers and the garrison of the Eighth Field Brigade remained unchanged.

Most of the brothers in the underworld with any seniority had deep, thousand-threaded ties to Wang Datian; others had bonds of brotherhood with the eldest, Ye Xiao.

A police car was patrolling slowly, wandering through the streets with two officers inside.

At the very least, compared to the noisy camp of the Yellow Turban rebels, the much quieter main camp of the Yellow Turban Army looked on with displeasure, some even harboring a trace of envy in their eyes!

The fist technique Wang Chen was practicing now was, of course, no mere martial art, but rather a foundational method combining traditional Chinese medicine with national martial arts.

Furthermore, the longevity of these feelings was great; from the moment she arrived in Blue Crystal Town until the day she left, she had been unable to let go.

The leaves and stems were hollow, facilitating the transport of carbon dioxide to the roots underground, while the oxygen produced by the roots was released directly into the soil.

They could not communicate with the enemy now and could only resist with all their might. Only by making the enemy realize they could not be destroyed could they gain a foothold on enemy territory and secure the leverage to negotiate.

"I am vicious? He wanted to kill me first; am I not allowed to fight back?" Xiao Yang’s attitude was cold. Taking a life versus severing an arm—it went without saying which was more vicious.