Volume 1, Chapter 29: Looking Across the Five Domains, I Have Realized Only One Word: Slaughter!

Luo Fei finally made her way to the bedside, slowly gathering up the bedding to toss into the brazier. The linens had not been changed for days; she had been sweating profusely while lying there, and they were stained with the blood she had coughed up. Feeling a slight surge of strength today, she could no longer bear to stay in bed.

Fang Hui was beyond words. When he first saw the news, he had been so startled he thought he was mistaken, reading it over and over again. Finally, through his shock, he confirmed that the so-called rising designer was none other than the very person his boss had been tirelessly searching for all along.

Qi Anluo was just about to get into her car when she received a call from Ning Jianyan. He said he had an urgent matter and asked her to go pick up Houhou.

He casually brought the fruit to Luo Fei’s lips, brushing against her delicate, pink pout. As she parted her lips, she took the fruit in, and her pink tongue inadvertently swept across Qin Shou’s fingertip as she licked away the grape juice.

"Then, my husband, do you know the cure for the poison of the Black Spider?" Qu Yiyi could not suppress the pounding of her heart.

The truth was, the reason he often used her appearance to mock her was merely an excuse for his own inadequacies. In reality, with one’s eyes closed, beauty and ugliness were invisible; did it not all feel the same?

Yet, not knowing what else to do, she continued to wave her hands, refusing to let Princess Pingting enter.

Nearby, Zuo Feng and Yao Ling sat before the television. Though the screen displayed content unsuitable for children, the two watched without a blush or a flutter of the heart.

Jing Yi paused, stunned. He wasn't reaching for his phone? She had thought he was about to call her father to complain.

University students in this era received living subsidies; to put it bluntly, they could support themselves. The more frugal students among the poor could even send money and ration coupons back home to help their families.

Pang Shanmin’s move was likely an attempt to meet motion with stillness, watching to see how the two warlords would react. Guo Jia had assumed that since Sun Quan now held the title of King of Jin, he should show some responsibility, yet he had not expected the Jingxiang region to remain completely motionless, leaving the King of Wu so disoriented and indecisive.

After finishing all this, Wang Xuan collapsed onto the ground. The Domain of God-Forging and Immortal-Sealing flickered a few times before vanishing, while the surrounding red, green, and white gases surged toward his body.

Because of the appearance of these three elders, the entire ward fell into chaos. Can Ying, Mei Ying, Lin Yuzhen, and the others immediately rushed forward in astonishment, while Han Xuewen, Cheng Ying, Wangyue Ruoxiang, and the others retreated into a corner.

Seeming to sense that they were being watched, the fierce elder and the scholar in long robes turned their gazes toward the three of them simultaneously.

"What do you want to eat?" Yu Siyi, however, remained indifferent. She didn't care about what was happening around her; how others lived had nothing to do with her. As long as she and her loved one were happy, nothing else mattered.

The Turtle Immortal’s question caught Wang Xuan off guard. Many thoughts raced through his mind, but he did not hide anything and gave a nod.

Yang Lianjin rolled his eyes in frustration. Damn it, he called this a loss? It was clearly a "wolf in sheep’s clothing" tactic—he had extorted thirty thousand taels of gold from the Yang family for nothing!

Ordinary people might fall into a coma from extreme grief, but those with power would not; instead, they were likely to cause massive destruction to vent their inner sorrow.

Acting on Sima Yi’s instructions, Zhang Liao had been prepared for the movements of Zhou Yu’s forces. When Huang Zhong charged forward, Zhang Liao galloped to meet him, followed closely by the Cao army to intercept the enemy.

In the office, Liu Peng continued to organize the development plans for the area behind the village, preparing production arrangements for the coming year. The entire morning passed amidst these tedious tasks.

Xia Hao, meanwhile, had completely lost his earlier fear and was shouting excitedly on the sidelines, acting as if he had found a powerful backer.

Xu Huaiyuan, however, had a fiery temperament and, unable to contain his excitement, took the initiative to suggest it.

These pikemen served as human shields; without sturdy shields, the power of the spears could not be fully unleashed.

Zheng Chenheng was reflecting on his actions. It was true that he had been a bit intense last night and had ignored Xichen’s pleas for mercy, demanding more without fatigue. But this was not the first time such a thing had happened, and Xichen had never truly refused him before. Why was she so genuinely angry today?

Because the Spaniards had turned their rearguard into their vanguard, Sanchez could not immediately see the Ming army’s spearmen formation cutting off their retreat.

Karl didn't have much of a reaction to his awakened bloodline, but Georg, on the other hand, listened in stunned silence.

Beigong Tai was so anxious that tears, snot, and sweat were streaming down his face. He rarely felt such urgency, mostly because he was rarely framed. In the past, whether he argued or confessed, he never cared—it was just a lawsuit, after all. Could a gang leader be afraid of a lawsuit?

"Thank you for the fine wine, but my adventure group only cooperates with the Mermaid Tribe. It seems we are not fated to work together!" With that, he turned and left.

The old man’s words brought Zheng Xichen great joy and left Zheng Chenheng deeply surprised; neither had expected the old man to say such things at this moment. For the first time, they truly felt they had come home, with such a loved one waiting for them in this warm house.

A moment later, the corpse of the Tiger Peak on the ground vanished completely. In the distance, the Peng bird let out a sharp cry upon seeing the group and flew toward them.

Most critically, Li Dingguo had been wounded; a wolf-tooth arrow had pierced his back. Though it missed vital organs, the lack of medicine caused the wound to worsen, becoming infected and festering. He had begun to run a fever, and his condition showed signs of deteriorating.

Just as the group disappeared into the tomb entrance, the Corpse-Feeder let out a loud cry and rushed up. As it reached them, its fingers suddenly hooked forward—the nails were four or five centimeters long, pitch black and gleaming with a cold, metallic light.

The notice he brought actually contained a simple message: it was a conscription order issued to the entire universe by Lu Wen, the Star Lord of the Time Chronicle.

"Xie Feng, can you tell me how you managed to hide your spiritual roots?" The Sect Master pondered for a long while before breaking the silence. No one noticed that when he asked, he had unconsciously adopted a tone of inquiry, as if seeking the other’s consent.