Chapter 31: The Crime of Blasphemy

To strike a third-rank Imperial Censor right in court—this was not only unprecedented in the founding years of Great Qin, but perhaps the first time since the dawn of creation itself.

“I can’t stand people like you—always perched atop your moral high ground, criticizing others yet never examining yourselves, you hypocrites,” Zhao Su cursed under his breath.

For a moment, everyone stared in stunned silence before finally recovering enough to rush forward and separate Zhao Su from Chen Hongru.

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And he, in turn, received nothing. But what did it matter now? She had managed, with great difficulty, to leave Huangfu Sheng, only to be married off again in the blink of an eye—to become the Crown Princess of Zijing.

Of course, the more items one carried during teleportation, the greater the drain on mental energy. Yet, with Chen Mo’s current mental strength, even if he brought along an armored off-road vehicle or his yet-unrevealed “Phantom War Chariot,” it would not be much of a burden.

Mr. Ghost pondered for a moment—it was true, the terror of the Reanimation Array was such that ordinary people would perish within; to say it was designed to lure them in seemed far-fetched. Still, unease lingered in his heart.

At this moment, the Demon Emperor’s brow was tightly knit as well. He knew perfectly well that Han Yueqiao possessed such power. Though he had set countless ambushes around the Demon King’s Palace to ensure its safety and his own, the sheer number of demon soldiers was overwhelming; he could not protect them all.

If one household neglected cooking, it would be nothing; but could the entire village have stopped? Had this settlement been abandoned?

Qi Cai was astonished—it seemed the Dao Master was a walking treasury, even a single hair could be forged into a divine weapon.

In an instant, gray and white energies surged and roiled. The giant hand seemed to feel unbearable heat, but Chu Feng gave Sun Daolong no chance to catch his breath. With a swift sword gesture, the energy swords that had pierced the giant hand reversed, stabbing back again.

Gong Luojue gazed at her unblinkingly, his deep eyes as if intent on swallowing her whole—no matter how much he looked, it was never enough.

Seeing Yao Ying beg for mercy, Qi Cai relented, contentedly calling off his attack and slipping an arm around her, immediately casting the Spring Rain Transformation technique.

There were natives from the Endless Sea, powerful rogue cultivators full of pride, disciples and even masters from all the major sects—of course, Jin Chuan and Ning Xuan were among them.

The fourth-rank Mystic Master had lost over twenty pounds in that period, wasting away daily—unable to eat or sleep, weeping constantly.

Long Jianfei lowered his voice and said something, which only strengthened Gao Yu’s resolve to kill him.

It was hard to believe that at this moment, Nian Ci was still a severely injured, dying old man.

“No need,” Gu Qing shook her head. She felt there was no point in telling Gu Bei about this; she didn’t want to trouble him, so she decided not to mention it.

Shangguan Yun was deeply shocked. Staring intently, he found the resemblance to Xiao Zan uncanny, though he could not be certain.

These were the last resources of the Feathered Divine Dynasty’s cultivators. Those who had died in Earth’s Immortal Lands had left behind storage rings filled with spiritual herbs, all of which Gu Bei had retrieved.

Looking back, it was a boy of fifteen or sixteen rushing over, his body radiating three distinct lights.

These words had elevated Hundred Flowers Valley’s prestige by several notches. Although Shang Yuhuang’s expression remained cold, he could no longer retort.

He was thinking of the ghost-shadow artifact meant for demon cultivators; someone from the Demon-Slaying Hall had used a Purification Talisman to counteract it, wiping out the ghost-shadow conjured by the demonic artifact.

At that moment, all those sleeping in the Nine Li capital were jolted awake by the cold; in absolute darkness, even the light of oil lamps was devoured.

He spoke from the heart: witnessing the forging process of a third-tier artifact master would be a valuable learning opportunity.

Wu Tao examined the magical restriction set up by Che Mingxiao; it would take some time to wear down, but only a few days at most.