Chapter 61: Applying for Exemption

Having lived in the apocalypse for so long, Xiao Ningxue would grow anxious whenever her strength fell short.

This was why Xiao Ningxue was so desperate to elevate her own abilities.

Xiao Shulan did not understand, but she respected her ancestor's choice. "Rest assured, Ancestor, I will support you unconditionally."

Xiao Ningxue was touched. "No matter what happens, having your words is enough."

After finishing their conversation, it was already quite late, so they simply had servants set dinner in the study. As for her beast-husband—

Chu Feng had been blazing with fury, but seeing her look like this, his anger suddenly dissolved into a sense of helplessness. He recalled his recent demand—was he really being too excessive?

Yi Yanlin smiled faintly. Lately, she had become increasingly reluctant to use her brain, always answering whatever was asked with a vague look like that. Yet, this absent-minded side of her was exceptionally cute instead.

The Rogue Fox raised a hand to block, producing a muffled thud, and immediately followed up by kicking fiercely toward Jiang Chuan.

"Right here." Daya put her hands on her hips, her heart pounding wildly. She had never seen a real wild boar before.

Just as she turned around, she caught sight of a figure walking stealthily. A dog let out a bark, wriggling out from the corner of the wall, and the figure drew closer.

***

Arriving at the parking spot at the foot of the mountain from the day before, Qingqing left Chen Feng behind in the vehicle and climbed to the summit all by herself.

Realizing that today's matter could not be resolved peacefully, the remaining people silently walked out of the room without a word.

Therefore, every night when Bai Yuanjin returned, even though she knew he had been whoring around, she still had to serve him with a smile.

Since her very first option was a direct pass, Natsuki planned to experiment with the effects of this item when the next opportunity arose.

Yang Shaolong looked over and found that it was indeed the case. These old men exuded a tremendously heavy murderous intent. He gave a dry cough and said, "My name is Yang Hui. Actually, I'm just an ordinary person with no background—to put it simply, a rogue cultivator. It was purely by chance that I obtained the Demon Emperor's inheritance, and having inherited his will, I came to become the master of the Demon Sect."

"Listen, there's movement." Conan suddenly made a gesture toward Shingo, and the two of them quieted down simultaneously.

This so-called Twelve Demon God Guards were the personal bodyguards of the Nine Kings back in the day; in other words, the power within them all originated from the Nine Kings.

"The trouble lies precisely in your modifications!" Lin Yixue retorted ungraciously before heading straight upstairs.

The three haunted rooms where Long Jingyu was located faced north and had no windows around them. Although it was not yet dark outside, pitch darkness had already swallowed the interior.

Even though the apocalyptic hunter could no longer feel pain, the muscles on her face still trembled instinctively.

***

Indeed, although the Demon Venerable's current cultivation was merely at the mid-stage of Da Luo Jinxian, he wielded the Chaos Bell. Even Zu Long could do nothing against him, for the might of a Primordial supreme treasure was simply too terrifying to be suppressed by mere mortal strength.

Pedestrians on the road, witnessing this scene, hurriedly detoured to avoid it, fearing that the flames of battle might engulf them.

Now it was Wu Lei's turn to be dumbfounded. He stepped back a few paces, sensing that this old man was exceedingly dangerous.

Long Jingyu walked over to the Twin Dragon Wells, expertly filled a carrying pole with water, and then—with his palms facing upward—hooked his fingers beneath the handles of the two buckets. With a surge of strength, he effortlessly lifted both buckets of water in a flat balance.

He had expected the captain to ignore these government officials as he always did, but unexpectedly, upon hearing the news, the captain broke through his closed-door cultivation. No one knew what he had said to that powerhouse from the Paranormal Bureau, but the captain not only agreed to take action personally, but also mobilized all members of the Blood Shadow Demon-Hunting Corps to begin searching for the whereabouts of those linked to the Gates of Hell.

Being grasped by the "Claws of End," let alone recovering slightly from one's injuries, simply preventing them from worsening was already a stroke of immense fortune.

Song Muchen endured and endured, knowing that things must not fall into chaos right now. The moment he was granted a gaming slot later and secured a voice in the livestream, he would seize the opportunity to mock this guy to death.

Just as he was about to pick up a piece of fish to taste, he abruptly paused. A trace of doubt surfaced in his mind. "Could this be the Four-Colored Perch of Songjiang?" Zhang Guangshun was even more astonished this time; this was none other than the legendary Four-Colored Perch of Songjiang.