Chapter 62: The Reward!

Oh? What did Song Wei mean by that? Chen Fan was even more surprised—was the old man having a change of heart or something?

“All right, then. I’ll accept it,” Chen Fan said without hesitation, taking the card gilded with golden lines—such a large credit limit for a month. After all, who would turn down money?

“Great, Brother Fan...”

As the aged voice recounted the tale, a series of images unfolded before Xian Ling’s eyes. She saw an enormous crowd of fishfolk, all dressed in human clothing, gathering in the square.

After the two waves of explosions, a crater several kilometers wide appeared on the far side of the moon.

If it were an ordinary day, Wang Feng would have simply endured it—poverty makes one humble, after all. But today, with a gullible mark trailing behind him, his courage soared.

As the ministers puzzled over the situation, Qin Rui loosed the other two arrows in his hand. Each time, he split the shaft of the previous arrow and drove it into the bullseye.

Chen Long let out a thunderous cry. His body glowed as he summoned a black ancient tower, setting it behind himself in a desperate bid to carve out a sliver of hope for escape.

The smoothness of it all made Lilith wonder if the Goblin God below was toying with her—lulling her into letting down her guard, only to strike treacherously at the last moment.

This was also why, on the day Shen Xing handed him the Imperial Seal, he hesitated. After all, no one before had ever tried to absorb dragon energy as a human—Chao Qingqiu was the very first. No one knew how much of the dragon’s power his body could bear.

She wasn’t even sure what she was hoping for. If movies were to be believed, there was always some treasure to be found after a great battle.

She wanted to rush to Xiao Hanyue’s aid, but worried that her impulsive intervention would ruin the other woman’s plans.

Not far away, Chao Qingqiu was also walking down the street. Just days before, he had encountered a swordsman carrying three blades by the roadside—they had promised to share a drink together.

I put on an air of grave importance, but in truth, the injection I’d given him was only a mild local anesthetic, just enough to keep him from resisting and to put a good scare into him.

Yet even so, the remaining three groups all perished here. The endlessly swaying pillars stripped the last survivors of their lives.

When Xu Ruoxi said this, the onlookers immediately pulled out their phones and crowded around, snapping pictures of Emily.

Zhishan glanced at Haitang, then at Young Master Yun, frowning slightly before finally sitting down at Yun’s side.

The air was thick with the scent of ice and snow, a heavy oppression pressing forward, making it hard to breathe.

Qiu Lingyang got out of the car feeling unsettled. She glanced back at Wei Zongze, only to find that he had closed his eyes again, clearly not intending to say anything more to her.

By the faint glow of the moon, Hua Weiluo carefully examined the courtyard, searching for a long time but failing to find any hidden mechanisms.

Even though Gu Yunxi coveted her own husband, even though Gu Yunxi was being used by others, she still didn’t want her younger sister to come to any harm.

Emily frowned slightly. She had taken in all of Shen Yuan’s actions and, turning around, followed directly after her.

“How do you know it’s definitely mine? Maybe someone planted it to frame me,” Qiao Ying scoffed at the two bottles, showing not the slightest trace of fear.

The consequences of these events differed only by the timing—whether in a few years, decades, centuries, or even millennia, what was destined to happen would come to pass. Cultivators and the now-dwindling demon clans would all eventually have to face it.

Along the way, the number of dead disciples from the Ghost Sect grew fewer and fewer, until finally, scarcely any corpses could be found.

The swamp’s pull was immense. Once someone stepped in, unless they possessed inexhaustible vital energy or were in the late Gathering Essence realm, they would be completely drained and devoured. To traverse the marshland safely, one needed a map of its shifting paths.