Chapter 129: The Devil’s Follower

Miracle Card—Summon.
Vader utilized the power of summoning to call forth the stone golem he had unearthed in the wasteland.
This was not the golem's true physical form; much like when he summoned skeletons, it was merely a construct that would vanish once its time expired.
Nineteen souls resided within the golem’s body simultaneously, manipulating its movements.
The light from the card in Vader’s hand dimmed; summoning this single golem was equivalent to summoning nineteen souls at once.
At that moment, starlight suddenly surged in the sky, casting down a beam of black light that struck the numerical force-construct directly. The figure suddenly opened its mouth, and a strange force vibrated through the air, emitting a dull, resonant sound.
Lan Youming thought to himself, then lowered his head slightly and leaned forward. Seeing this, Yue Gongwu subconsciously leaned in as well, lifting her chin imperceptibly.
Well, if I must transmigrate, then so be it. Although my father in this life was a loser who lost all his armies and territories during the years of warlord infighting in Sichuan—constantly suffering defeats and being undermined—he was far from poor, thanks to years of exploitation and accumulation.
The meal had been reheated three times, and Huai Yuanliang had called Liao Fan to eat for the third time. They were supposed to get off work around six, but Liao Fan had insisted on staying in the office until past seven, and now it was already nine-thirty.
No. 47 Sunset Street was a massive high-rise, and above its entrance hung a sign bearing the words "Agency for Abnormal Humans."
Footsteps echoed on the spiral staircase. A few seconds later, an old man with graying hair and a mean-spirited appearance descended. He wore a black robe trimmed with gold, featuring a scepter embroidered at its center.
Lin Meiwan was startled. She did it? Loss of control—would she lose control? Wasn't she cured? How could this happen?
As the Soul Art circulated, the countless vengeful spirits within her mind shrieked in agony, transforming into trails of green smoke before vanishing.
Perhaps only someone like Aier, who had personally experienced that tragic crusade, could truly understand everything that the Blood Buddha had endured in his heart.
"Let this prince teach you: combat is what matters most." Ding Huo wasted no more words, brandishing his force weapon. With a single strike of his staff, lightning streaked across the sky and thunder roared. Ding Huo even activated the Flame Dragon, determined to test Zhen Cheng’s true strength.
She was now an Acquired-stage late-phase martial artist, and having unleashed her innate potential, she was a hybrid of a martial artist and an esper. Her combat prowess rivaled that of an Acquired peak-stage expert, and she could even trade blows with typical quasi-Innate masters. In terms of influence, she surpassed the brothers Li Laidong and Li Laixi.
Xiu Yao hurriedly said, "I'll go take a look." She hoped the nanny wouldn't go back on her word and would let her go home.
Therefore, if Ye Xiang’s Sinful Fruit could be sold for a good price, or traded directly, it would be a fine outcome.
Mu Le glanced at the villagers in the square, black mist rising from his body. He looked at Ye Xiang and Su Guo, nodded firmly, and said, "I will be back soon." With that, he strode away.
The two discussed what had happened to each of them over the past five years. It turned out that a great many things had indeed occurred during that time.
With more land at home now, and an abundance of water, they could irrigate whenever necessary, ensuring the crops would never go thirsty. This was especially true for the twenty mu near Shahe Village, which, being close to the river, was even more convenient.
However, Deng Yun could see that his old commander not only looked much better but also radiated a renewed vitality, as if he had suddenly grown several years younger.
A corner of the once-pleasant courtyard had been smashed by an unknown object, leaving a pit half a meter in diameter that continued to emit smoke. It appeared that a meteorite had fallen into Zhou Chen’s yard.
"It’s not that you’re late, it’s that I’m early. This place is very close to my school, and my classmates and I come here often, so I arrived a bit ahead of time." An Qi smiled, her expression conveying a sense of genuine sincerity.