Chapter 1217: Junior Brother Man, Good News, There's a Big Case

Considering that the Alliance of a Hundred Swords was equivalent to a third-grade sect, and both its chief and deputy chiefs were Soul Formation cultivators who had participated in the Sword Inquiry Grand Ceremony, sword cultivators had always been renowned for their sheer offensive might, rarely meeting their match among peers of the same realm.

The existence of these two chiefs meant that the Alliance could be considered upper-middle tier even among third-grade sects; furthermore, their forces were scattered all across the Desolate Province, making them rather difficult to round up, so attempting to eradicate the Alliance in a single night would be somewhat of a challenge even for two Tribulation Transmutation grandmasters.

"We are pressed for time, so you had best confess everything regarding the Hundred Swords quickly."

These two left the people outside, who were waiting to tease the newlyweds, staring blankly at the sky in speechless disbelief; hearing the question-and-answer session continuing inside, conducted with such earnestness and vivid emotion, they wondered if the couple intended to talk through the night by candlelight.

Kami-sawa-miya was also somewhat surprised; Dorothy had not drawn a single glance along the way, so why was she intercepted by her here? Could it be that she, too, was a Companion?

Zhang Shu breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing them return; he had been accompanying Sanya in her search the entire time, though that Young Master Pan seemed to have some sort of feeling toward her—he scratched his head, then went to keep watch at the door, crouching there in a fit of dejection.

Li Si purified it using providence, ultimately consuming a full fifty portions of black providence, yet even so, his heart was filled with boundless joy.

For instance, the voice-amplifying devices that were indispensable for such occasions, the lights used for nocturnal illumination, and the contraptions that regulated temperature to blow warm or cool air—even the tools used by wealthy households for cooking—all relied on spirit stones.

Of course, there was a most fundamental reason underneath all this: the Evil Gods were by no means those fragile deities that required the incense of faith and worship just to sustain their existence.

Having seen Ye Lingling off, Leng Xiyao sank back into her leather sofa, unable to help sighing with emotion; the world was filled with countless pitiful souls, and even a genius basked in the spotlight of public attention had her own unspeakable sorrows, which was truly a profound tragedy.

During the very first year, they were nearly driven mad by the torment; in the second year, they were made to embroider, and if they refused, not only would they have nothing to eat, but they would also be sent out into the snow to freeze.

"If I said my adoptive father is very likely this Deer Hunter, what would your thoughts be?" Ning Yongxue asked him.

After all the painstaking effort spent deciphering clues and all the meticulous labor invested in arranging defenses, the priceless treasure was still stolen away by Sima Wuyong in the end.

The wind this night scraped against the very depths of the human soul, its icy chill seeming capable of freezing a burning heart completely solid.

Just as Ai Nongnong was contemplating whether she should take the initiative to find Meng Xingchen for a talk, she received a phone call from the sanatorium, informing her that her grandmother was insisting on being discharged.

Sliding down from the horse's back, Monkey Three scratched its ears and cheeks in sheer delight; it had ridden sika deer and the like before, but how could that compare to the majesty of riding a horse? The feeling just now was akin to soaring through the clouds and mists.

Orochimaru continued talking to himself, but everyone else had already departed the scene! It was enough for them to see the spy captured, and the corpse of Kitsuneba was taken away at the same time; Orochimaru was rare in his generosity this once, handing the corpse directly over to Shumei.

This was indeed a Spirit Awakening Pill, and one of exceptional quality that could truly be considered a divine-grade elixir, yet by the same token, it could also be categorized as a first-grade pill.

But the myriad torments inflicted by the Poison Wolf were truly beyond human endurance, and Wang Jing came close to breaking down entirely several times.

"Uncle, what is wrong with the post-00s generation that makes you seem so displeased?" I asked with a furrowed brow, finding this eccentric middle-aged man's temperament a bit too much to tolerate. Were it not for the fact that he was Ding Hanyu's maternal uncle, I would have walked away long ago rather than subject myself to such grievance.

A sharply contoured profile, silver-gray sunglasses, a pale pink short-sleeved shirt, and white trousers... he looked the complete picture of a successful corporate executive; it was impossible to imagine that such a flawless man was, in reality, merely an eighteen-year-old youth.

That was a middle-aged man who appeared utterly ordinary, and his demeanor was deferential, yet the words he spoke carried a distinct undercurrent of command.

It would not be surprising for a shrine of this sort to appear in the home of an elderly person, but nowadays, which young person would set up a shrine in their own house?

"I am terribly sorry, Mr. Zhou, but this bank card account of yours has been frozen!" the staff member said, looking exceedingly embarrassed.