Chapter 1176: Demon Cult Civil War

"Tell me where the item was found, and I may see fit to spare your lives."

Cult Leader Yang spoke in a slow, unhurried drawl; he had gone to immense trouble to secure intelligence that someone near the City of Bathing Snow had obtained what appeared to be the legacy of Leng Ningxiang, and his own left arm was undoubtedly among her funerary goods.

As long as he discovered where Leng Ningxiang was buried, he would be able to find his left arm.

Yet, it had continuously eluded him.

The Jiuyou Cult and the Yaoyang Cult had journeyed to the Far North—

Education possesses its own unique nature; it should neither be run like a government bureau nor managed like a commercial enterprise.

Dispirited and utterly bewildered by this speech, the Black Bear Demon forgot even to dodge, and was struck squarely on the crown of his head by the Universe Ruler, which smashed his massive skull to pieces, bringing him to an abrupt and senseless end.

The gloom of the sky offered no response, only a vast, encroaching darkness that seemed to close in around Zhuang Yu; with a flick of his hand, he conjured a massive weapon—the Thunderfire Halberd—which gleamed with exceptional brilliance against the murky heavens, and with a sweeping stroke of his arm, the halberd struck, scattering the clouds and mists into nothingness.

Imperceptibly, the quinquennial Redbud Fashion Exhibition finally arrived; Yin Xiran had labored day and night to prepare for this showcase, and in the end, her creations, alongside those of Corrine, were selected to represent Caens in the exhibition.

At noon, Zhao Hui and Li Ru went to hand in their mathematics homework; upon stepping out of the office, Zhao Hui caught sight of Li Zhenguo playing basketball, so she went upstairs and stood on the balcony, watching the students of Class Five play.

"You are..." Closing the private compartment door behind them, shutting away the questioning voices inside, Xiao Han and Hai Yan crossed the junction between the two train carriages, bypassed a few smokers who had taken refuge there, and found their own seats.

"Hu Tian?" Qian Dingyang froze for a moment, pondering in silence a while before pressing the matter no further.

"Northern Capital University, same as you, graduated last year," Zhao Zhengce said with a chuckle, expertly starting the jeep and driving smoothly out of the school gates; seeing his practiced movements, Zhao Wancheng's heart finally settled back into place, finding his second brother increasingly impossible to read.

Upon the white robes, a faint white light shimmered and flowed, continuously emanating a subtle luminescence; beneath the high noon sun, this white radiance was not particularly obvious, yet it was enough for Wudi to clearly perceive the light elements leaping like white flames across the fabric.

"I, Su Qingcheng, never deceive anyone; if you don't believe me, take a look, come here..." Su Qingcheng grabbed me by the arm and shoved me in front of the mirror.

"Be that as it may, without enduring the wind and rain, how can one ever behold the beautiful rainbow that follows?" Chu Feng turned his head, offering a gentle smile as he spoke.

Zheng Quan knew that his loyalty could only be tested by time, so without another word, he rose and followed behind Wu Dao, looking as though he were prepared at any moment to shield him from all harm.

Yet his way of conducting himself as a minister only made Wei Ziye more suspicious; first silencing witnesses by murder, then lapsing into total silence, he bore the unmistakable air of one who knew everything.

Save for Niaomao, the other three lowered their heads and remained silent; for the three of them were completely unaware that Niaomao had sent a text message to Brother Liang, let alone what it contained, and now that it was brought up, they naturally could not interject.

The tall man had clearly come prepared, taking in every detail of Tang Shan's demeanor throughout their conversation; thus, this feeble denial of Tang Shan's seemed, in his eyes, more like a confession.

"Really? Are you telling the truth?" The Fox King was beside himself with excitement; if a nine-tailed fox truly existed, he would gladly revere her as his monarch and see to it that she was well cared for.

Seeing him in such a state, which looked not the least bit like a jest, Bai Liuli hastily dissuaded him, harboring not the slightest doubt that he would drag her up the mountain with him tomorrow.

To suddenly utter such a phrase was entirely unlike Eunuch Ding's usual manner; everything happened for a reason, and something was undoubtedly afoot.