Volume 1, Chapter 35: Scar's Deal

The night was gloomy, like a heavy curtain draped over the park, and the air was thick with the stench of sweat, mold, and blood.

Prince Bolo, Prince Chengze Shuose, Prince Mandahai, and Prince Wakeda.

"Squeak, squeak." Ever since its master was captured by Lin Yu, the Nether Golden Di Beast had been clinging to Xiao Shiyun. It was acting highly unusual; instead of attacking Lin Yu or putting up a fight, it simply stared at him with eyes full of hatred.

It was precisely because Uzumaki Mito was present that Uchiha Obito felt confident enough to round up everyone here.

Zhu Si smiled as he spread open Su Pei’s palm, counting her five slender fingers, and said with a steady gaze, "Since it is the Six Marvelous Stratagems, yet you have only mentioned five." Su Pei replied, "Perhaps even Chen Ping kept his sixth stratagem a secret."

Everyone nodded in agreement; a balance was indeed necessary, otherwise, even if one aspect excelled, another might drag down the overall results.

The visitor was absolutely dashing, and every gesture he made exuded a faint, palpable pressure. Compared to Li Shimin, who sat upright in the hall, he was in no way inferior in temperament or appearance, save for the difference in their attire.

However, he could only keep the account of Blood Forty-Five in his heart for now; revenge was currently unrealistic.

Upon entering the garden, he was stunned by the sight before him. Where was this—a bandit’s den or what? He was just about to turn and leave when Cheng Huailiang grabbed him. Right, he had almost forgotten; this was the Cheng family’s backyard, not a bandit’s lair.

Attribute 2: Upon slaying an enemy, there is a probability of devouring the enemy’s power based on factors such as compatibility, feasibility, and the disparity in strength, thereby gaining additional bonus effects.

Nie Tian, suspected to be a powerful figure from the ancient human realm undergoing reincarnation, defeated the Nine-Nether Ancestor at the Falling Phoenix Mountains half a year ago and rescued Feng Lingyin, the young master of the Heavenly Phoenix lineage.

Jiang Chen looked at these ignorant fools and shook his head helplessly, offering a self-deprecating smile. It seemed these fellows were Jiang Xing’s men. With him away all these years and his grandfather rarely involving himself in family affairs, the family had been essentially purged by that mother and son.

The so-called integration was essentially absorption, which was what the Evil Clan excelled at. Leng Bijue was also quite generous, stating that as long as Feiyan and Long Nian were willing to merge, he would first hand over Ghost-Not-Near to them, and then they could carve out whatever territory they wished to rule. The only condition was that they must join forces to deal with the God Clan.

This sort of internal heat could only be clearly identified through specific data and physical symptoms; one often heard it mentioned, but few people could truly perceive that energy unless they were a practitioner of traditional medicine capable of feeling the pulse.

Sister Hong was indeed formidable. The style she applied to her body and hands was almost entirely her own handiwork—a uniform Gothic dark aesthetic that simply did not match those slightly rustic-looking nail polishes.

Although Long Zhen did not claim to be a gentleman, he disdained associating with wicked demons. He had felt disgusted even when working with the Grand Elder of the Hidden Sword Sect, so how could he possibly look favorably upon the Evil Lord, who was even more notorious than the Grand Elder?

Moreover, it appeared that Yang Ruosheng had already reached the Emperor Realm. Although he did not deliberately reveal his cultivation level, Yang Qi could sense that Yang Ruosheng had likely reached the late stage of the Emperor Realm, not far from the peak.

Tang Guo grumbled secretly in her heart with a hint of resentment, though she said nothing aloud, merely nodding.

"Woken up? If you're awake, let's get out of the car. We'll go for a walk today." Qin Cang did not answer her question, nor did he press her on any other matters that might embarrass her. He turned off the engine, picked up the trench coat draped over his lap, and was the first to step out of the car.