Chapter 30: Elacris: Three Conditions, and I Shall Save Her

The previous Child of Light, Nephalem, the Necromancer Saint of Death, the Scourge of Eternal Sleep—each title alone sounded like a force not to be trifled with. To save her mother, Bai Lingxuan, Bai Yue had no other choice; she had to treat a dead horse as if it were still alive, following the system’s instructions to seek out Nephalem for a negotiation.

Using the coordinates for the Cave of Mournful Terrors provided by System 66, Bai Yue returned to Heart Capital and set off with Feng Xiu, not forgetting to bring along the six ancestors.

Assembling the demon race…

The next moment, the flying corpse dug its five claws into its own chest and gave a violent yank, tearing open its abdomen. Thick, green, viscous blood spilled out along with blackened entrails and intestines, mixed with a cluster of white corpse maggots and a large mass of white specks.

Looking at the carcasses of the silver-white giant wolf and the mutated dog, Qiu Ye knew he couldn't take them back. He wanted to see if there were any soul pearls, but the silver-white giant wolf’s body was far too massive; he had no idea how long it would take to dissect it.

I dispelled the dual blades in my hands. To avoid harming the innocent, I switched to fighting bare-handed, striking at the left side of the wall.

It was unexpected that the Enhancement Pills were so popular in the Demon God Space. Perhaps I had underestimated them? Qiu Ye felt a bit puzzled. To him, although these pills could provide a slight boost to attribute points and came with healing properties, he didn't consider them particularly significant.

"Mom, can you please stop? The way you’re talking, it sounds like you’re dying for me to lose my wife and kids!" Shen Ke scrambled up from the floor in frustration, snatched the statement back, and was about to tear it up.

My pace remained steady and fast. As I was strengthening myself bit by bit every day, the energy consumed to maintain my forward momentum was merely a drop in the ocean, not worth mentioning.

She picked out some suitable items for Qi Nuoying, Jiang Huqi, and others, asking Li Mu to deliver them for her.

Standing at the entrance of the company, I let the darkness envelop me; anxiety rampaged arrogantly. I dialed her number in a panic, but she never picked up.

On this sword peak, if there was one thing in abundance, it was medicinal herbs. This, naturally, was no challenge for Gu Yan.

However, Tang Meng knitted her brows, her face full of resentment as she glared at him, as if her gaze alone were enough to kill him.

"Brother Ning Luo, didn’t you say they wouldn't arrive until tomorrow? The Empress Dowager is still sleeping!" Feng Wu asked urgently.

Inside the carriage, Feng Junyang smiled indifferently as expected. He truly ignored Lu Xiao, simply ordering someone to drop the carriage curtains, and the procession continued forward.

The carriage window was wide open, and the cold wind blew in, scraping against Liang Yimo’s slender frame. It snaked into every corner of her clothes, leaving her hands ice-cold.

"Many thanks for your kind intention, my lady, but you had better stay and wait for the Fire Fox yourself. We are in a hurry." Lin Ruoxue’s words were polite enough, but her hand was anything but; she struck the Fire Fox’s hand away ruthlessly.

"And legend has it that Nangong Buhui once fought the legendary Martial Emperor..." The crowd around them chattered incessantly, the audience completely biased in their support for Nangong Buhui.

I had ignored him and treated him with indifference so many times. Yet, he had also saved me at critical moments time and time again, never once leaving my side. And I... at the moment he needed me most, I had failed him in the end.

Pressing tightly against the 'door,' he tried to enter several times, but failed. That barrier trapped Wuyou, and it trapped him as well.

Aotian had originally wanted to say it wasn't necessary, but seeing that the butler had already left the hall, he let it be. He sat alone in the main seat, wondering what the butler would prepare for him.

She watched his receding figure, her brows furrowed in thought, pondering his strange behavior just now and his words from last night.

From ancient times to the present, tyranny has never won the hearts of the people. A dam a thousand miles long can be destroyed by an ant’s nest. Kings, nobles, generals, and ministers—are they born with a higher status? Without the hearts of the people, how can one conquer the world?

The old man’s surname was Yang, and his name was Yang Hu. He was an ordinary man who had never married. He had spent the latter half of his life toiling for Yang Yu, treating him like his own grandson, which had given Yang Yu a happy home.