Chapter Eighty-Five

In a certain animated world of dragon warriors, a legendary monkey-king rose step by step to the summit of power on the strength of his divine bloodline.

A realm of the highest grade was, apart from the land of death and the supreme realm, among the most perilous of all, though naturally it also promised rich rewards. The middle-aged man surnamed Zhou, with cultivation at the level of a floating pagoda, counted as an expert here in the branch hall. Yet years of endless battle, of parting and death, had left him with a faint air of weariness.

Time passed slowly. After more than a day, part of the third defensive line had finally been completed. In this way, at the breach, there were now formidable defenses guarding it from three directions, greatly increasing safety.

Moreover, when he had undergone the heavenly tribulation of the Great Sovereign Immortal, he had already been bathed in chaotic energy, laying the best possible foundation. By then, he would need only to receive the tempering of chaos once more, and his fifth-layer primeval body would naturally reach great completion.

“This level’s area is about the same as the fifteenth. We also didn’t see any irregular annexes at the top of the tower from below. So there can hardly be any extra space here. Could Merlin have lied, and Sister Theresa isn’t here?” Luo Luo asked in confusion.

As the saying goes, no matter how great your skill, you still fear a butcher’s knife. Besides, he could not possibly dodge all those bullets.

Only a perfected immortal could command a virtual space. But Baxinghan had only just broken through; he did not even have a cultivation art beyond the level of an immortal, much less something touching that higher plane of virtual space. He looked at Jiang Yuzhu with eager eyes, calculating in his heart how he might obtain that technique from him.

The bright red blood was crystal-clear, radiant and brilliant, wreathed in chaos, as beautiful as glazed agate, so beautiful that one could almost lose oneself within it.

In fact, it was not only those two giants. Even Microsoft and IBM, along with the major internet companies at home and abroad, were paying close attention to the matter. From the speed at which the program had spread across different countries, and from where it first took hold, the writer of the program was very likely Chinese.

Then a rabbit appeared, slowly winding upward along his body until it climbed onto the golden seal. He himself sat beneath the seal, feeling the harmony of heaven’s law and the golden imprint, folding his hands and settling into meditation, silently reciting the method of cultivation in his heart.

Although he was the heir apparent of the Wind and Cloud Group, he did not hold the power of its finances. He could only call his newly legitimate mother for help.

Countless people from all sides surged over, eager to witness Su Luochen’s bearing for themselves, and doing their utmost to present him with gifts.

For example, the outsourcing fees he had just discussed for companies such as TSMC had left Luo Li very satisfied.

“No problem,” Yu Ge said. Then she told Du Feng the company’s name, exchanged phone numbers with him, and told him to call her when he went there.

“White people? Then what about Europe?” Over there, weren’t they all white people? Would that mean wiping out the entire European Union?

“Haha!” Listening to Liu Yuejin’s mouthful of crude nonsense, Luo Li burst into laughter the moment he reached the last sentence, drawing the attention of many people nearby.

The consul came over to take photos, then transferred one billion yuan into Huang Zhenghua’s account. After Huang Zhenghua received the money, the other party took away the doucai chicken-cup tea bowl.

Li Yinghong was still unconscious, and she was choking and coughing violently as well. After finally forcing down a little, she vomited it all back out again.

Yang Zhou was startled. He instinctively glanced at Fu Heng first, and only after seeing that Fu Heng seemed perfectly normal did he quietly let out a breath.

“Do they have to wait until he’s dead before they let me be the last to know?” Because this was a hospital, Xia Shiguang lowered her voice as much as she could. But Lu Yinxi still heard the anxiety and worry in her heart.

A stabbing pain shot from the palm of Ji Lingsheng’s left hand through his arm and into his chest. He clenched his teeth and did not cry out. The pain stilled the trembling in his hand and dispersed the oppressive gloom in his chest. Ji Lingsheng let out a quiet breath and gently touched his forehead to the ground.

Mo Yu glared at Qin Yang. He naturally noticed the expression on Qin Yang’s face, but said nothing. Turning, he went out the door and headed for the next room.

“Surely not,” Jiang Sichen said. It was not that he did not believe Xia Shiguang; it was only that it all seemed far too abnormal.

The Wei Emperor Cao Cao had also assembled five hundred thousand troops, preparing once again to march out from Mount Qi and scheme over the lands of Yi Province. At the same time, he had stationed two hundred thousand soldiers in Luoyang, hoping to lead them south and seize the lands of Jing Province.

Qin Yang and Liu Fuyu took their time and ate dinner first at the hotel. After lingering for a while, the hour of the banquet finally arrived. The two left the restaurant and made their way toward the venue.

Only then did she realize that Gu Chen had already broken up with Xia Shiguang. She had done nothing wrong. Her expression slowly calmed.

Qiao Qiao saw that Gu Chen had already turned the car in their direction and made an OK gesture toward the grass beside them.

Though he had complete confidence in his trump card, he still felt that something was not right.

Looking at Xie Shirui’s expression and attitude, Xia Shiguang could almost be certain that she truly did not have any hidden motive.

“Hearing all this, there is one thing I’m very puzzled about. I wonder whether I should ask it, or whether, if I do, you would answer.” Having heard that the slain must die, the King of Earth understood this more deeply than anyone. It was not only humans who die when killed; even demons and bloodline clans of such great power still had ways by which they could be killed.