Chapter 132: Replacing Someone

Danyu stomped her feet in frustration. She turned and glanced around at the gathering crowd of villagers, feeling an overwhelming sense of panic in her heart. For the cities governed by the Eight Great Powers, the mere appearance of such a thing would be catastrophic, to say nothing of other, less fortified cities.

As Arisu finished speaking, Calyrex manifested out of thin air. It unleashed a terrifying psychic power that swiftly defeated Spectrier and Glastrier.

The monk appeared to be in his forties; his face was kind and gentle, yet a trace of sorrow lingered between his brows. However, once his level reached the ninth tier, the Nine-Flower Jade Dew offered him little further benefit.

This not only showcased the harmonious atmosphere among the leadership of the Revitalization Bureau but also highlighted Director Wu's effective management skills. Dr. Orio witnessed the scene as well; she was surprised, but considering Arisu’s character, she didn’t find it strange at all.

From the other end of the phone came the rhythmic sound of a rolling pin—it was clear that Mother Guan was busy making buns, dumplings, or noodles. Old Master Guan’s teeth weren't what they used to be, so he preferred soft wheat-based foods, and Mother Guan, being a talented cook, never tired of preparing them for him.

It must have been over a decade ago, when he first started as Qiao Anming’s driver. Back then, Sheng’an was in a period of rapid growth with endless social engagements. Qiao Anming would often go out to drink and dine, frequently requiring his subordinates to carry him out of restaurants.

In this situation, Li Shou wasn't skilled at offering comfort, so he didn't know what to say. He could only nod, turn, and accompany Liu Sui, who was wiping away tears, as they left.

At this point, Mother Qin suddenly paused. She stared at the bruise on Su Nan’s lip and remained silent for a long time.

Zhou Shi walked in. I don’t know if it was intentional, but he threw his car keys onto the glass table with a heavy thud, sat opposite me, and snapped his fingers at the waiter to order a Blue Mountain coffee.

He waited quietly in the woodshed. As the scenes of all he had experienced flashed before his eyes, he couldn't help but clench his fists in the dark.

"Them." Lin nodded, catching a glimpse of Li Gaoyuan. Separated by dozens of meters in the dim roadside light, he couldn't clearly see the other man's expression, but he felt that he didn't seem pleased.

After the two had waited quietly for about ten minutes, the man who had run down earlier returned, striding into the hall.

An Ruoran hadn't expected to write a formal apology, and she didn't even know why she had to. Looking up at her mentor’s inscrutable expression, she sighed. Did the Maple Forest Academy just have some kind of cosmic incompatibility with her?

The more Chen Jie spoke, the more I felt the topic was being blown out of proportion. She kept apologizing and saying sorry until it became almost unbearable to listen to.

Huang Ze wore an "I see" expression. Although he had killed people, he wouldn't resort to human trafficking unless absolutely necessary.

After cultivating for another hour and stabilizing his realm, Ling Ye opened his eyes. They were bright, piercing, and full of vitality, as if he had consumed celestial nectar; he felt reborn, a sight that caught everyone’s attention.

Yao grabbed me, and I awkwardly released Huahua. Was this the "repatriation ability" Yao had mentioned earlier? To think it had been given to this silly dog.

Su Quan, meanwhile, obsessively speculated about Mu Qingyi’s character. After returning from the bamboo forest, he felt depressed and stifled, spending his days with wine, sleeping late, and returning home at odd hours.

His drifting consciousness coalesced. In a region of nothing but cold and darkness, Sha Lin couldn't recall what had happened; he only faintly heard the sound of people arguing in the distance.

The elders were all quite excited. Although they had known her aptitude was excellent, the fact that her spirit root vitality had reached over eighty was truly cause for celebration.

Overthinking is a strange thing. It is addictive; the more you think, the more you spiral, until finally, you are afraid to think of anything at all.

I naturally know that every "Returner" was once a great figure who existed in history. I wouldn't dare say they were all paragons of virtue—most were not—but at least every Returner silently complied with the demands of the Nates.

She was just an assistant; she couldn't keep sharing the same meal box with the artist over and over again.

Ling Ye also hoped that Liehuo could find a girl to vent his frustrations, lest he continue howling like a wolf every night, performing lewd acts against trees and making disgusting noises that tortured his ears.

Later, Xu Le brought his close friend to meet Mu Yi. The man looked to be only in his twenties, yet there was no trace of youthfulness on his face, only a somewhat gloomy expression. Upon seeing Mu Yi, he thanked him repeatedly.

"I must kill the people on the other side. Anyone who harbors ill intentions toward you deserves to die," Yang Dong said.

In the span of a few moments, the hundreds of people left behind were all dead. The surface of the lake was littered with various wooden planks and corpses, and the gushing blood stained the water a jarring red.

Only when a new novice monk finished his tonsure and received the precepts could he truly be considered a member of the Buddhist order.

Aside from the copper lamp, the only thing left to Mu Yi was a tattered Ghost King Banner. Back when it was in Xu Gui’s hands, it was truly imposing, but after withstanding a Five-Thunder Talisman, it had become damaged. In the short time since, Mu Yi hadn't had enough time to truly master it.

The three aquatic sub-kings, whom Mu Yi had placed in the cave, were also filled with horror before being buried by falling rocks. Fortunately, although they had lost their powers, their bodies were resilient enough that they weren't crushed to death instantly.

The riverbed, once filled with water, now lay exposed and dry, split by a fissure—the culprit that had been endlessly draining the river’s source.

If looks could kill, Li Chen would have been pierced by a thousand arrows by now.

The news that the Four Great Tribes Alliance was about to launch a massive attack on the Azure Dragon Tribe reached them at the very first moment.

At first, upon hearing this, Yi Yuefeng had mocked him with contempt, but now he felt that Mo Hun’s words were reasonable.

Li Hao stepped forward. Regardless of whether this was Liu Ding or some bald guy, he wouldn't tolerate anyone treating his protected charges this way. He strode forward, grabbed the slightly tipsy Wang Xiaomin and Wu Yaxuan, and led them away.

"Continue..." Feng Yufei didn't show any surprise, as if he had known all along.

Whenever Leng Wuchen thought of the murderer who had killed his mother, living in luxury in the palace, wielding power over half the empire, and making even his Imperial Father fearful—while his mother lay alone in a cold, lonely coffin—his heart felt as though it were being shredded by a knife.