Volume 1, Chapter 27: How Will You Repay Me?

"So, we just need to slaughter this guy now, right?" Ichigo Kurosaki asked, frowning as he looked at the massive body of the Soul King.

It was evident that Ling Yun’s strike, while not intended to be lethal, had still left Shanks severely injured.

"What?" I exclaimed, thinking to myself, *How did they end up here? And by such a strange coincidence?* My mind suddenly flickered back to the moment I had encountered Noble Lady Qing near the Xianfu Palace not long ago, and the profound, lingering gaze she had cast upon me.

Two golden dragons soared out from the Monument of Heavenly Fortune Golden Dragon, with the name "Luo Sen" engraved on the body of one of them.

"I am in desperate need of the map to the Extinction of Ten Thousand Kings. Do you happen to have it?" Tang Zhong inquired.

Lady Sena sent another secret messenger. This time, it was a vassal from the Sekiguchi clan—her maiden family—who brought with him a heavy letter box.

Although Konglu had gained some understanding of why Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni would make such a request after listening to Kisuke Urahara, the truth was that it was just like the swordsmanship he had once taught Kenpachi Zaraki: it was merely a means to better control a madman who was absurdly powerful.

This scene struck Jun Moxi as extremely bizarre. Shouldn't Lan Xing'er be in the palace? How had she fallen to the point of performing on the streets? What on earth had happened?

By the time Lan Xing'er discovered her at a corner not far behind, she was already slumped on the ground, eyes vacant and body trembling violently. Regret washed over Lan Xing'er’s face; because of her own heartbreak, she had dragged an innocent girl into suffering, and her heart was instantly filled with unease and guilt.

"It seems it is time for us to settle our debts with Sang Tian!" After her cultivation had made a great leap forward, Qin Mengling’s thirst for vengeance was ignited once again upon seeing her martial uncle’s life-bound artifact. Her gaze fixed ahead, resolute and daring.

Just as his mind was being turned upside down by that word of praise, the mysterious blade strike from "Xiao Luo" in the illusion had already reached him.

"Very well, rest assured. I only require you to work for me for the next thousand years. After a thousand years, I will return your freedom, and you may go wherever you wish!" Xu Hong smiled, collected the drop of You Sheng’s essence blood, and immediately signed a life contract with him.

Yet, just as even Xiao Luo felt the situation had become troublesome, a voice that was completely out of tune with the atmosphere of the scene cut in from the side.

However, he remained the peerless warrior of the Northern Barbarians, Huyan Haofeng—the man who, ten thousand years ago, had fought the Great Yu Emperor to a draw. Under the protection of the Barbarian God, he possessed an immortal body, eventually forcing the Great Yu Emperor to helplessly impose the Nine-Layer Yellow Court Seal to imprison him forever in the Yang Yu Heavenly Prison.

Moreover, it was truly not easy for Chen Long to lead the team to such a resounding victory while he himself was not even on the field.

Then, with five metallic rings, the remaining five long swords in Sima Qingyao’s back-mounted sword box shot out simultaneously, guided by the near-invisible steel wires in her hands, before being swung heavily toward the right.

Seeing the situation, Du Yuesheng decided not to ask any further and began to wait patiently. Soon after, Princess Tiejing made her entrance; she was a virtuoso of the *qingyi* role. Her singing voice was rounded and mellow, her appearance elegant and beautiful, and her stage presence graceful and magnanimous, winning thunderous applause from the entire house.

Du Yuesheng explained the situation to Song Jiaoren. He did not ask Song to help him secure the release, as they belonged to different factions than Lu Yongxiang. He knew that if he asked for a direct rescue, Song might not be willing to help. Instead, he only asked Song Jiaoren to call Lu Yongxiang to state that Du Yuesheng wished to meet him in person to plead a case, hoping for an audience.

"I understand! No wonder the Left Chief blamed Brother Ye for the turmoil in the East without asking questions—it must be that Eastern Turmoil used the Golden Dragon Fist as a bribe to make the Left Chief do this!" Yang Laing pondered, and his mind suddenly cleared.

If Egor had not appeared, Matthew would have joined forces with the five major bases to return to Earth and restore the glory of humanity. Now that this grand blueprint had been realized, he felt a strange bitterness in his heart; after all, he was not the protagonist of this grand play.

He was extremely satisfied with Chen Han now; not only was he monstrously talented, but he was also kind-hearted and possessed a great, loving spirit.

That something formed by the fundamental laws of heaven and earth could actually block eight half-step Order-Keepers was something Lin Yu had not anticipated.

Yang Lang stood by, speechless, the look of surprise on his face even more pronounced than the others. He knew that Ye Feng’s soul body had not merely fused three types of exotic elements, but four. However, since Ye Feng had not intentionally mentioned his identity as a beast tamer, Yang Lang naturally would not bring it up rashly.

Speaking of this, Yin Yue on the other end of the phone began to sob, her cries filled with grievance and helplessness.

As for the Giant Crow, it had battled the Weak Water up to the nine heavens. The fight was incredibly intense, and the power unleashed was so great that even the four peak Star Emperors dared not approach.

As the words fell, Qu Zongrong lifted the quilt covering Shao Kang, revealing two lines of blood-red text carved into his body: "Sever the boy's two arms to settle a hundred taels of wine debt."

With a pig-like shriek from Three-Fatty, the dense mass of Ghost-Face Taisui clinging to the tomb door all opened their mouths, letting out shrill, eerie cries.

"No wonder it's so comfortable. Thanks." Groping his way to sit between the two of them, Number Seven said softly, "Big brother, there's a question that has been lingering in my mind."

"I'm truly sorry, but I don't have the final say in this matter." She looked at him with an innocent expression, as if to say it really wasn't her fault.

When He Xilou held a high position, he had offended many people. With King Luo himself having spoken, no one dared to form factions with He Xilou; in secret, they were all eager to step on him to curry favor with Luo Tianrui.

Qin Mouxuan pulled Yue Qingqian into his embrace. Hearing her call his name, he felt that no matter how difficult things were, it was all worth it.

Zhu Taiyin and Long Ziyang, those two peak Profound Immortals and rivals of thousands of years, were still locked in a fierce battle, to the point that when Sun Ning was trapped just now, Zhu Taiyin could not spare the focus to protect his master.

Now, Ma Jianjun had brought her out to a hotel and actually expected her to pay the bill. This made Hong Lihua suddenly feel that she was worth so little. In the past, she would have turned and walked away.

Ye Shaohua spent the morning tidying up, and by the afternoon, she had already found a place through an agency.

A Rou first pressed her palms together and lowered her head slightly; in the dim space, not a single ripple or wave could be seen.

Yue Qingqian almost rolled her eyes, but she couldn't be bothered to say much. She truly could not imagine how Qin Mouxuan could ever be associated with the word "gentle."