Chapter 426: Heritage Agreement

As it turned out, once Lu Mingxuan and his companions had recovered from their wounds, they commenced their investigation into the "Angel Incubation Pool" without a moment's delay. They dispersed the gray haze that hung over the vicinity, rendering the objects within the stone pit all the more terrifying to behold; no sooner had the dust been cleared than an exceedingly foul stench of decay rushed upon them, moving them to intense loathing.

When the waterspout ceased its torrent, Feiya discerned the situation before her: a colossal, spiraling mass had unfurled in front of Will, completely swallowing her assault.

"Chenjing, you must not have eaten breakfast yet. Shall we venture into the city center to partake of a little sustenance?" You Jian suggested.

Yanmen City differed somewhat from the urban strongholds Qi Yu had previously encountered, for it was not dominated by the military—indeed, the armed forces had been utterly marginalized, a circumstance that seemed well-nigh incredible; yet Zhong Qinghua appeared ignorant of the underlying causes, and Qi Yu, disinclined to pry overmuch, had journeyed hither solely to resolve the matter of the mutated tree roots.

Sensing the murderous intent descending from above, Zhang Yue did not so much as turn her head; even as she extracted the panther's soul and crushed it effortlessly, she swung her blade upward, unleashing a surging billow of dark energy that rushed toward the healer.

Li Xue remained expressionless, though a trace of helplessness flickered in the depths of her eyes; clearly, she felt a modicum of discomfort at being used as an unwitting pawn.

Upon truly opening the dossier, Caitlyn found herself beset by a complex knot of emotions; according to Fedschaun, Fiddlesticks had once stood entirely at a loss before these very papers, ultimately driven to resign his post merely to escape the crushing weight of the ordeal.

Yet the nightmare was far from over with the suppression of the riot; it seemed they had relaxed their vigilance a fair bit too soon.

It had to be said that Wu Zheng was by nature a creature possessed by the martial arts—not as an enlightened devotee, but rather as an eccentric, simple-minded captive to the blade.

Having adjusted his dark bangs—which he fancied to be matchlessly dashing—the youth deliberately played a jest upon the person seated before him, though it did not provoke any genuine annoyance from the other.

"Oh, wonderful! I would desire nothing better; I should far prefer to converse with Sister Ziwei than to sleep!" Dai Xiyan proclaimed with unabashed boldness.

"Father, Mother, people are emerging from every doorway; it appears everyone has come out to watch," Aicao informed the family, relaying what her eyes had witnessed.

Sister Hong stood stupefied, scanning Chu Yingxue with meticulous care as she racked her brains to recall which reckless deity this could possibly be.

The smile had scarcely graced Audi's countenance for a few fleeting seconds before it vanished utterly, giving way once more to an expression of deep chagrin.

Beholding Hodgkin, who had ridden forth at the head of his troops with a blazing martial ardor and gleaming armor, Jia Xu stroked his beard and smiled with immense satisfaction; according to the intelligence he had gathered over the past several months, the forces mobilized by the Greater Yuezhi this time were by no means weak, constituting an army far superior to those miscellaneous nomadic tribes.

Before the two pyramids of severed heads, the ranks of the Beimang army stood in disciplined silence, their gaze fixed upon Wang Tiezhu, while only their battle standards snapped loudly in the wind.

At this critical juncture, no labor was to be squandered, and thus all the village cadres went down into the fields; as for how many work points an acre of land would actually yield, that calculation would be deferred until the year's end.

Yet this was beyond what the club could endure; astronomical wages demanded a commensurate level of performance upon the field.

Indeed, the trials had not yet drawn to a close, but the adversaries to be encountered hereafter were not such as the current Green could hope to contend with.

From what he had gleaned on the forums of his past life, the evolution of the Mangekyo required a powerful psychological shock; through conjecture and analysis, he deduced that the true catalyst for the Sharingan's evolution ought to be the Sage Chakra, born of the fusion between Yin Release Chakra and natural energy.

The rivalry between companies, like that between individual artists, was matchlessly fierce and cruel; because of this, the entertainment industry frequently witnessed attempts to tear down opponents—instances of one exposing another's scandalous secrets today, only for the other to fabricate rumors tomorrow, were a common occurrence.

Nanny Jiang was struck with no small terror, staggering backward repeatedly, and would have tumbled to the ground had a maidservant not caught her in support; she covered her mouth with a handkerchief, her clouded eyes wide with disbelief.

Mo Jinnan opened the car door and took his place in the driver's seat, while Xiang Xinyao opened the rear door to invite the magistrate and his wife inside.

Under the shroud of a deep and pitch-black night, the