Volume One, Chapter 37: Number Three—Apostle

"Alright then, shall I trust you one more time?" Montage decided that just because he had been tricked before didn’t mean he should completely lose faith in the other. At the very least, he ought to give him another chance to prove himself.

"Do you still remember what I told you about forging the body of a deity?" Dang Kang asked, his tone mysterious.

"Of course I remember. Does that mean we can start now?" Montage's eyes lit up at the words.

"Not yet," Dang Kang shook his head.

"Then why bring it up at all?" Montage rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"But," Dang Kang continued, "as long as the Myriad Demon Tree enters its second stage, we can begin the gradual cultivation."

"And when will that be?" Montage’s interest faded as he spoke...

At that moment, Tang San suddenly lowered his head. With a crisp snap, a seven-inch-long crossbow bolt shot out from his back, aiming straight for Zhao Wujie's roaring mouth. Even under the enemy’s control, such precision was awe-inspiring.

Lin Chi's voice suddenly rang out, not loud yet deafening, as if thunder rolled through countless ears, echoing unceasingly.

Qi Yuan, who was attending an event, glanced at Tang Xu’s reply, his handsome lips curling into a slight smile, just as the camera captured the moment. The media posted it online, and legions of fans swooned over his looks.

No emotion could compare to the extreme polarization brought about by the boy’s perilous situation.

After the banquet ended, it was still the same waiter from the previous night who led the tourists back to their rooms.

But as for Qin He, it seemed he truly was as Su Longtao described: his martial spirit possessed great attack power but lacked speed, so he simply couldn’t keep up with Su Longtao’s pace.

Her breath was as soft and fragrant as fresh feathers, gently brushing across Chu Junze’s handsome face.

"Ah," at that moment, Changsun Hong inexplicably sighed softly and quietly left the room.

With an unspoken agreement, he accepted the bank card from Huang Shengru, then limped away from the bar.

Yet this punch, which gathered the fury of endless thunder, landed on the ghost-faced tree’s giant hand as if it had fallen into a bottomless abyss, making no impact whatsoever.

Since time immemorial, only he had become the Emperor, yet was suppressed by the will of the Creator. To resist his own shackles was an arduous ordeal.

Instead, a crisp "ding" rang out, so clear and bright that even amidst the noise of a rainy night, it was distinctly audible.

"Tch, dream on," Mo Li rolled his eyes at him, though inwardly he pondered: The more earnestly this man speaks, the more insincere he seems.

Ice Orchid’s gaze drifted toward the Ice Sword. She knew that with one order from her, Night Sky would have no hope of survival. But she, she...

It was precisely because he’d witnessed the downfall of the Li family years ago that he chose to leave the Qin family with Qin Yue. Now he was back, hoping to prevent history from repeating itself.

Arriving in the secret chamber, as Nie Feng and the others searched fruitlessly for clues and were about to leave, Fan Yaoyao’s reason finally triumphed over emotion.

It seemed the only option was to act after the wedding ended. The Dragon Queen looked at Yu Longdao with guilt.

"No, nothing," Nie Ting rubbed the tears from her eyes, yet her flickering gaze betrayed her.

"I know." Wang Yue smiled, sitting on the sofa behind him, pulling out a luxurious cigarette and lighting it.

At that moment, a voice drifted up from below; upon hearing it, Gu Lie and his companion immediately began their escape.

Only the first two shots struck Zhong Wang’s head; the third didn’t miss due to recoil, but simply because there was nothing left to shoot.

After hanging up, Sun Qian happily got out of the car. Just as he closed the door, his phone rang again in his pocket.

Receiving confirmation, Youran was delighted. This time, he’d come from the imperial city of Minglong in the Kingdom of Myriad Wonders. Before setting out, he’d promised King Fang Ruyu that he would persuade the Lion Kingdom to join their alliance.

Lu Huaifeng remained silent throughout, like a mere bystander, watching Lu Liting scoop Qiao Mimi into his arms and carry her upstairs.

Upon hearing that Li Mei went to the gym twice a week, Li Erlong couldn't help but let his imagination run wild. No wonder her figure was so striking, every curve and line just as it should be.

From this alone, it was evident that modern businessmen would do anything for profit.

Seeing this, the few who had just entered the room exchanged glances and all paused their steps.

Fortunately, Wang Quan’s abilities in that regard were not particularly strong; otherwise, Qin Fen might have truly collapsed.

"Come on, I’ll take you to the bar," Qin Fen said, glancing at the dejected A Jian, pulling him toward the car.

Besides, Liu Yang’s character was well known to Old Master San. He’d never believe she would have an affair and bear another man’s child.

If people knew he was only sixteen, with the cultivation of a martial general yet had reached such heights in alchemy, it would cause a sensation.

That was also why, despite being deemed useless, he could survive in the perilous environment of the Corpse Sect.

Meanwhile, multitasking to the extent of analyzing and deducing information from hundreds of different scenarios was beyond most grand magi, but Xu Qianqian was no ordinary grand mage.

If this assumption was true, then perhaps this charitable donation was not as simple as it appeared.

"We panicked just now at the thought that he's from the Sanctuary," said the man in white, having regained his composure. "Whether he’ll actually come here is still unknown."

There was only a slight difference: the arm that usually rested on his waist now swayed gently with his steps.

"Big brother!" Seeing the two about to leave, the seventh brother called out anxiously, "Didn’t you say someone had to deliver a message over there? Can I go?" He looked at his elder brothers with eager anticipation.

"If I’m not mistaken, you’ve also killed people from the Umayyad Dynasty, haven’t you?" Li Wujie suddenly interjected.

Cai Xide listened intently. Aside from the howling wind from the bottom of the cliff, there was only silence. After a long wait, a dull boom echoed up.

"No matter what, we all came from the Gula Consortium. There’s no harm in going back to take a look," Seiya consoled himself.