Volume One Chapter 35: Only Twenty Minutes Left to Live

Yun Changhong nodded, "That's right."
Even with Sakai Eiko obediently kneeling beside him, the monk did not so much as turn his head; not even the muttering from his mouth paused for a moment.
"Yes... I'll go ask now." Guo Sihai, too ashamed to raise his head after being scolded, dashed off toward the next room. He hadn't reached the doorway before hearing Sun Feifei's wild, wolfish moans from inside.
She could clearly feel his warmth gradually fading, and Lin Shen was so frightened she continued to cry.
He spoke as he steadied himself against the wall, making his way to his own room. Without a backward glance, he slipped inside, and the door swung shut behind him with a sharp sound.
She actually referred to herself as "your humble wife"—did that mean she was finally willing, from the bottom of her heart, to admit she was his wife? Perhaps it was even more optimistic: she had accepted him, not just as a title, but truly as her own.
One must know that Zhen Meng had come only as a witness to assist with the investigation. Now, with handcuffs on his wrists, there was only one possibility: Bai Hongqiang had recanted, and the inspectors were summoned by Bai Zhiying.
Indeed, the remaining two hundred ninety octagonal war familiars were nothing but fakes, without a hint of offensive power, left to crawl aimlessly across the floor. Those within the environment failed to notice, but as spectators, many in the City of Holy Light had realized the truth.
Yuan Ben exhaled hot breath, lifted his head abruptly, his blood-red tiger eyes wide as he activated the Six Paths of Berserk Blood. With a sinister laugh, the shadow of the Ape God manifested behind him. Thunder roared in his fist as he smashed it into the chest and abdomen of the Ten Directions Dao Lord.
"Met someone? Who was it?" Gu Lanshan took a sip of wine, the scenery before her blurring, her mind unable to process as she asked.
A layer of confusion flashed in Lin Shen's eyes; she didn't understand Jin Yang's meaning. Before she could ask, Jin Yang suddenly bit her lips fiercely, far more intense and wild than before, as if he meant to devour her whole.
As before, a shadow emerged from the statue, flickered for a moment, and vanished before Wei Wuji.
Feifei and I headed to the office to review Sister Wang's recruitment plan. The main section focused on the positions within the store. In this regard, Sister Wang had copied the structure from other similar companies, dividing each department clearly and methodically. Even the number of staff required in each department had been carefully calculated.
It was as if a flood swept across the sky, with three great powers each claiming their own territory, facing off in a grand confrontation. The oppressive atmosphere left the cultivators below pale-faced.
Upon reaching Gong Shu Wushuang's room, his son lay sprawled across the bed. What was this—had he collapsed from exhaustion?
The two men's cries were filled with grief; at the brink of life and death, true regret finally pierced their hearts. They lamented ever provoking the Great Chu Profound Sect for the sake of a secret treasure. Their arrogance had condemned the Yin Yang Hall's thousands of years of legacy to utter destruction.
"My sincerity should suffice now. If you're done, come back; don't wake the infiltrator," the old monster said impatiently.
Learning the Six Forms of Proud Frost was merely to replace the Ghost Claw technique, for such a sinister power could not be used recklessly in front of others.
"All right, I'll head there at once." I ordered the courier to go ahead, while I gathered my things and hurried over to assess the situation myself.
Once again, she knew full well she wasn't suited to cooperate with others. In her mind, this was the only possible path forward.