Chapter 55

A businessman is always a businessman; he will never let a single opportunity slip by. As soon as he could reduce something to the appearance of a protective item, he would immediately pack it away.

Before he left, Master Zhou warned him that if he failed to produce a composition by tomorrow, he should go back home and feed the pigs.

For reasons unknown, Du Lu paid no mind to the army’s assault. Or rather, those attacks fell upon him like raindrops, unable to cause him the least harm. Instead, the blood sphere above his head grew ever larger, threatening to rival the sky itself.

“Haha, this is quite good! Now that’s a mount worthy of me!” Xia Haoxuan, sensing the overwhelming aura radiating from the Crimson Infernal Dragon, gave a satisfied laugh.

“No, I only came with Gao Yi yesterday. I actually met him for the first time then,” Wang Yi replied.

Having tossed aside the bone, the Crimson Chain, now crazed, coalesced an even stronger force and launched another attack at the old beggar.

Watching Zeng Xiao earnestly train the troops, Wang Yi couldn’t help but feel amused. There was something oddly comical about these so-called soldiers practicing so seriously.

However, after Long Feng answered Hua Shuhong’s question, only Shen Rui, who knew the Long family well, had any idea what such a colossal force represented; the rest of the family was in the dark.

Across the river from Stone Mountain, the land rose and fell in ridges. Along the river, it was somewhat flat, with stretches of smooth shoals breaking up the sheer cliffs, leading straight to woods that extended down from the mountain.

Li Wei looked out into the courtyard, where a magnolia tree stood. Its branches had been bare just days ago; yesterday, buds had appeared, and today, flowers were already quietly blooming at the tips. The weather was growing warm—spring had arrived.

Seeing him lost in thought, someone waved a hand before Wang Lei’s eyes, snapping him back to himself.

Something momentous had occurred; there must exist a gateway to the world of cultivators. Without it, those practitioners would have no way to leave.

“Ya’er wanted to go out for a stroll. Jiang Ying and Luo Xiaoqing went with her,” Zhao Wumian replied.

As long as they couldn’t determine the enemy’s purpose in coming to River City, it meant their opponents were lurking in the shadows while they themselves stood in the light. If the enemy truly targeted the Linlong Sect, they could catch it off guard.

Yet despite all this commotion, the primeval forest showed no sign of disturbance—no birds, no beasts stirred.

“His gentle nature has already sealed his fate. His refusal to compete with the world cannot possibly work in a place like this.”

The young man wanted to retort in anger, but before he could speak, Ling Baidu’s kindly smile disarmed him.

“Hello, is this Mr. Lin Han?” As soon as he answered the phone, a man’s voice came through.

Elder Liu wasted no words, pulling out the prepared tools and stepping forward to make a rubbing of the cultivation technique.

Though he could easily wipe out the Wolf Gang, there was no guarantee that Tiger would not provoke other forces.

After a brief surge of excitement, Old P began to ponder the question of how long he could use the brain-machine interface.

The first row of color images bore the words “66 Attraction Network,” the font handwritten. The word “news” had been crossed out with a slash, and “attraction” was written above it, as if correcting a mistake.

On the narrow eastern shore of Abusiken Island, three figures in diving suits emerged quietly from the sea and slipped ashore.

Her eyes widened as she stared at Xiao Munan, her mouth opening and closing, but not a single word would come out.

Chen Mo pressed the elevator’s open button, waiting until Gu Qingcheng entered her apartment before releasing it. The doors closed and the elevator ascended.

Song Zhibo responded to Chen Tingting with a smile, and the light, relaxed atmosphere gradually soothed her anger.

Carmen did not smile, nor did Raymond, who conveyed these terms to everyone—naturally, he did not smile either.

He certainly looked tough, but was it his body or the iron rod in Xiao Zhan’s hand that was stronger? With this thought, Xiao Zhan’s grip tightened.

“Sorry, that was foolish of me.” Judas stared at the old man’s body for a long moment before lowering his head.

The night breeze swept gently, tossing her long hair in all directions and setting her white nightgown to dancing.

Leng Xin knew that the other clansmen probably would not be able to find the treasure’s whereabouts, because even he, who had handled it directly, now had no clue where to begin.

He smiled, lowering his proud stature, kneeling devoutly on both knees, his hands pressed to the ground.

The most remarkable thing was that he survived such a desperate situation. It was nothing short of a miracle—a testament to Prince Yi’s extraordinary fortune.

Gazing longingly at the golden armor he wore, Steve restrained the sorrow in his heart and leapt into the air.

“Their soul of fate is all gone—none have entered reincarnation, not even this dragon’s bones. Of the three souls and seven spirits, only the soul of fate still lingers in this world. Why is this so?” Ji Ji murmured with a pale face.

There had never been much conflict between the Ten Directions Temple and the Sacred Heaven Palace.

Damn it! Those old schemers played their parts so convincingly—pretending reluctance, when all along they wanted to force my hand.

Everywhere, Ottoman Turkish corpses lay strewn, piled layer upon layer, many mutilated and torn apart by cannon fire.

“Is it the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki or the Two-Tails Jinchuriki?” Kato Ai glanced toward the source of the chakra, recognizing the power of a Tailed Beast.

Zhao Hui and Yang Bo queued up to buy food; each ordered a bowl of rice, a plate of stir-fried vegetables, and a bowl of egg soup.

John looked up. Though the light was poor, he followed the direction of the voice and caught sight of a figure.

It was the familiar voice. The person on the other end politely greeted me. I couldn’t help but find it amusing—playing pranks this way could be rather entertaining in the future.

Shield of Perdition: A unique magical shield of the Lost, guaranteeing the caster’s absolute safety for three seconds.

He never considered himself; she felt utterly alone. Her heart, wounded once again by Ling Shaojun’s cold, emotionless words, was as desolate as a dead pool.