Chapter Thirty-Three: I Dare Not Laugh, Lest the Noble Consort Go Mad

One of them stepped forward, placed a hand on his chest, bowed, and said in a foreign language, “Oh, honorable lady, do you enjoy the sheep dung eggs mixed with yellow mud from flock number seventy-eight?”

Wei Ranzhu thought he was greeting her politely, so she smiled and nodded, “Yes.”

Jiang Daiyin dared not laugh, fearing the consort might lose her mind.

The two foreigners exchanged a glance and began to converse.

“They don’t understand our language at all; perhaps we should—”

“Amitabha, junior brother Kunlun, it’s time for us to be honest with each other!” Master Qinglian had also become twisted.

Startled, this was their first meeting, so how did he know I had taken the corpse pill? Could it be that those who consume the corpse pill exhibit some distinctive physical traits?

Li Chengfeng approached Yi Kunlun and grabbed the sword finger Yi Kunlun had thrust out with a black claw.

Multiple ability-evolved beings were inherently powerful, especially during the apocalypse, making them crucial. Had these multiple evolved individuals remained back then, Tiancheng would not have suffered such heavy losses to the mutant beasts, and the four commanders, along with deputy captain Ge Qianzhong, would not have dared to rebel recklessly.

Not far ahead appeared a spacious chamber. There were no statues or decorations—only an empty hall with a coffin resting inside.

“It’s fine; either he dies or forces the opponent to reveal two key skills, otherwise they’ll lose their positions for nothing. It’s not a loss,” Han Jun explained.

That Taoist was an unknown figure who dared such a thing. Usually, those who act this way harbor deep enmity with the deceased, as such acts are extremely insidious and invite retribution.

The martial world’s faction was greatly invigorated, praising the martial man’s actions, saying this was the right approach: killing the chicken to warn the monkeys, stopping insults by killing, silencing the people of Shenzhou so they would obey quietly.

Soon after, local police and fire brigades arrived, prepared with life-saving airbags just in case.

From that moment on, whenever Old Uncle Du practiced, it seemed to resonate with Chu Tianze.

Yet, glancing back at the covert watcher perched on the great mulberry tree, he still felt a lingering unease.

Last time, when facing the attack from the Primordial Sage, the roar of the Nine-headed Prime Saint deflected the Jade Ruyi, allowing the primordial spiritual artifact to escape disaster.

After sorting through everything, Qin Zheng’s task points were nearly depleted again, effectively setting him back to square one.

Zhao Yuanshan charged forward once more, with Chu Tianze rushing alongside. The shadow behind him descended like a demon god, striking out a fierce palm.

But that wasn’t all—he could even execute them simultaneously? In all his years, he had never seen such a thing.

Seeing the young man unharmed under the assault of the medicinal pellets, the elder’s gaze narrowed. Before he could raise a spiritual energy shield, two more pellets were launched.

“I, Cao Cao, must compete with Zhao Feng as well. Regardless of Zhao Feng’s current strength, we should focus on developing ourselves! As for the rest, let heaven decide! Hahaha!” With that, Cao Cao laughed heartily, gazing at the sky.

The conspicuous mark on his neck seemed to tell a story, but he trusted his body would never deceive him. As for that night’s events, he still did not understand them fully.

Li Zhiyuan asked if someone could help deliver the car home. Liu Jun hadn’t considered this; usually, buyers drove their own cars, and their dealership never offered such a service. But since Li Zhiyuan’s status was special, after a brief hesitation, Liu Jun agreed without a word.

You just heard—the Holy Sword King wishes to establish a sect, and the cultivation methods on the eighth and ninth floors of these rooms are intended as the sect’s top-tier teachings, accessible only to those with extraordinary talent or great contributions.

With the referee’s judgment, Long Zhen’s fortune caught up to Dugu Yu, reaching eighty-six feet, with the two nearly neck and neck.