Eighty: What a Coincidence

Beyond the borders of the capital, dark clouds shrouded the moon, and torrential rain poured from the heavens. A delicate figure descended from the clouds, swiftly landing on the road below. If anyone had witnessed this scene, they would have been astounded that the girl, who appeared to be in the bloom of youth, had already reached the Fifth Realm; her spectral movements were nothing short of masterful.

Lu Qinyue herself was slightly surprised. She glanced down at the tips of her shoes. Now that the restraints had been lifted, her cultivation had fully returned.

As he had said, he was more satisfied than dissatisfied with the match. He was pleased that the team hadn't given their opponents many chances, but dissatisfied with the score and the number of wasted opportunities. Of course, he attributed the greatest responsibility to the previous round.

Those cheering for Zhang Yuan weren't only the unseen and unheard supporters; the fans at the stadium were just as fervent. From the first half, they had been singing songs composed for Zhang Yuan, encouraging him to break records.

China's next match would be at home against Oman on June 12th. After playing Jordan, the team returned home to prepare. Camacho said little, as did Zhang Yuan, but upon returning to China and training in Kunming, Camacho lost his temper, berating Zhang Yuan on the field for his disregard of tactical instructions.

Though Cold Wind thought all this inwardly, his expression remained unchanged, betraying nothing. Instead, under the Emperor's enthusiastic introduction, he put on a look of earnest attentiveness.

Upon landing, he felt an unexpected softness beneath him, something blocking his mouth, and a delicate fragrance enveloped him.

"We already know what you've said. Since that's the case, the plan can finally begin. We've waited too long for this day. Breaking through the void and treading the path to immortality—all depends on this gamble," spoke the figure seated furthest to the left, shifting slightly.

One day, two days, three days... There was no news from the Ge Lu Lu tribe. Heda dared not report to Ashina Yugu, so he first sent light cavalry to search toward the Xuan Pool. Soon, their report left Heda stunned, speechless for half a day.

"He's here?" Lan Jieying paused mid-move when she heard the voice, her eyes instinctively glancing toward the source.

Jiang Jin was somewhat surprised; she had expected An Yu to approach and greet them, since An Yu's feelings for Gu Hanqing were obvious to anyone with eyes.

Gu Hanqing found it illogical. Didn't Jiang Jin ever feel the urge to come up and kiss him? If she did, he would certainly savor the sweet moment.

Wei Hao wanted nothing more than to cover Wei Hui's mouth, but it was too late. He stood there, his expression grim, looking at Wei Lan with a hint of pleading in his gaze.

The being named Alicefel truly could not comprehend the lofty ideal of "wanting to save the world."

In truth, even if he hadn't been choked, Qin Shou had no time to speak—the numbers on both sides were equal, but their strength differed. The Qin family soldiers were strictly trained, but they could not match the martial organizations of Jade Island. Consequently, after Qin Shou was defeated by Bai Kui, the rest of the Qin family soldiers retreated step by step.

Of the three tasks, the last, though seemingly dangerous, was actually the simplest.

Masked Minato Namikaze appeared in the room, asking Naruto, who was staring out the window as Jiraiya departed.

But it was these fans who supported Jiang Jin's powerful market. Her film promotions and product endorsements—these fans tirelessly spread the word for her. Of course, Jiang Jin's inherent charisma played its part as well; even at an ordinary internet café, the manager was a fan of hers.

A bone-chilling aura spread rapidly, following the golden martial presence of Ma Gui. The demon ape and the black Doberman organization trailing behind him needed no command; they immediately unleashed their own aura, striving to contend with the ghouls in the grand hall.