Chapter 58

Su Luoli gazed at Su Xueqi, suddenly wondering if she had been blind all these years. How had she failed to notice how terrible Su Xueqi's acting truly was?

As Xu Zifan reached out toward him, Han Jun let out a soft snort. Yet that sound exploded like a thunderclap, deafening Yang Xuexue and sending her crashing to the ground.

The aunt, clearly noticing Mu Qiao approaching from the other side, hastily picked up a piece of beef and placed it in my bowl.

Coming back to his senses, Song Xuanqing’s expression darkened slightly as he moved forward, feeling rather unsettled by those words.

She possessed the power of wind, and riding on the breeze, she sharply sensed the arrival of new information. From the south, carried by the wind, came a disturbance. Before the class committee could react, she quickly warned her classmates nearby.

“Fantastic! If I find out a lot, Yuxuan will die of jealousy for sure,” Su Qifeng said smugly.

Yet, Tian Wuji was skilled enough to draw even the thinnest spiritual energy, temper his body, and condense his vital force.

The Third Elder stood ready to provide backup and protection for the clan’s youths at any time. Dongfang Xin wiped the sweat from his face and glanced back at Dongfang Yu, who was drenched in sweat.

Zhang Yang, Bull Demon King, and the Seven-Colored Pheasant crawled forward at the front, followed closely by the White Python Hammer and three hundred snake guardians, all trailed by tens of thousands of white pythons at the rear.

Only the wind chime was left, swaying in the breeze, as though its ringing had disturbed the castle’s owner. Suddenly, it fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Even if Lin Wanqiu hadn’t mentioned it, he had already intended to find an excuse to return and rest. Now that Lin Wanqiu was taking over the mess, Xu Xiao was only too happy to relax.

It had to be said, although Wei Qingtian was plain-looking, somewhat overweight, and didn’t seem that intelligent, the man did have some real skills—he wasn’t just a lowlife relying on knockout drugs.

After flying for half a mile, the aura of the Blood Sacrifice Clan suddenly grew much stronger. Gazing ahead, in the distant marshes, a white speck was making its way toward Zhao Zhe.

Letting out a helpless sigh, Luo Chen could only shake his head slightly and murmur to himself.

Bu Er carefully studied the map once more, feeling both relieved and heavy-hearted. The layout of the World Forest was far more complex than he had imagined; without the map, he would never reach the World Mountain. But even with it, it only added a sliver of possibility.

The Ming fleet’s firepower was overwhelming. Shells rained down, many exploding near the joint flagship carrying Duke Petersburg and Archbishop Spabot. If the flagship continued to press forward, it was likely to be sunk in the next instant.

Hearing this, several people—including the old man in hemp robes—cried out in surprise. Old Han’s magical cultivation had indeed plummeted after his mishap, but even so, his innate sensitivity to energy remained unmatched by anyone present.

Lin Jun regarded the two before him coldly; his stepmother was sharp-tongued and mean, while his father wore a look of embarrassment at having his secret uncovered.

This game hadn’t started out of nowhere. The organizers had clearly done extensive research beforehand, perhaps spending months or even half a year to thoroughly investigate every detail and habit of the invitees.

Having said what needed to be said to Du Bai, Mu Xuexing turned and headed for Zouping Fortress. Du Bai waved his hand, and the other imperial guards immediately slipped into the forest to lie in wait. No one else followed, as he was still waiting for Mu Xuexing.

“All right, I’ll listen to you, my dear!” A’er smiled charmingly at Ayu and went out to scatter red envelopes.

Thank goodness it wasn’t a Buddhist mountain, or this scene would have been burdened with unnecessary Buddhist doctrine. Beautiful landscapes are best left to speak for themselves; to impose meaning is to diminish their charm.

Speaking, he walked over to Gao Yunjin, took her hand, and silently comforted her. Gao Yunjin looked up and smiled, assuring him she was fine.

That night, Lin Yixun left the Lin family. Lin Yijin watched her departing figure, his face grave, remaining motionless for a long time.

“So, you’ve held strong for all these years! Truly impressive!” Mu Qianxi gave him a thumbs-up, full of admiration.

A burning palm slid across her smooth back, and Su Jinxu leapt like a startled cat.

Sun Xu and his companions followed the soldiers to the backyard gate. Seeing a thousand Crimson Tiger soldiers arrive, Sun Xu and the others were alarmed. They had only a hundred men; if a fight broke out, they’d be at a severe disadvantage.

Even if he executed Zhang Jiayin on the spot today, no one would dare say a word.

When he crossed the barrier and used Void Traversal for the first time, he realized just how terrifying its energy consumption was.

Then, with a sudden roar, they tore off their chains, broke free from the crosses, and used them as weapons, leaping down from the stone walls with astonishing force.

Snow lotuses were already rare and elusive, but when luck was on your side, nothing could stop it from coming.

“All right, the casualties this time weren’t too bad, but you must learn from this. Next time, consider every possibility—not to be flawless, but to minimize losses.”

“Misunderstanding?” Sun Yingqi blew a smoke ring directly into Jiang Meihong’s face, making her cough violently.

Lu Yunzheng’s cold was rather severe. He checked the nearest pharmacy, changed clothes, and planned to buy some medicine before seeking out his contact.

Fang Ping was taken aback. He greeted Wang Jianren, then followed Ye Lingshan into the Huatuo Fund’s office area, only stopping when they reached her office.

Hearing their conversation, Mu Qingxiao concealed his presence and silently hid atop a beam. Soon, two figures entered his view.

Looking at Yilin’s worried face, Master Dingyi’s eyes flashed with resolve. She could die, but she must save Yilin.

Li Hengxuan was startled; he hadn’t expected Yun Your and the Dragon Emperor, along with the Phantom Dragon, to be hidden on the sixth floor. All along, he’d thought they were on the seventh.

Fang Huairan summoned the Nascent Soul disciples serving outside his cave, instructing them to report his application for spatial transmission to the upper echelons of both the human and demon clans. He then sorted out the pills for Cheng Yao with Zhou Tong.

A sea of blood surged and rolled, engulfing an entire region. The crimson earth and endless waves of blood swallowed mountains and forests, radiating an aura of death and despair.