Chapter 32: Everyone Present is a Member of the Fu Family
Shangluo is an ominous land; billions of fathoms beneath its soil lies the netherworld, where ghosts once roamed in legions. Those ghouls and demons fear nothing more than roaring flames.
Chen Kaiyu tapped open the spiritual artifact interface. At that moment, a string of numbers at the very bottom of the shop caught his eye.
"What regulations did I violate in South City? Who exactly reported me?!" Lu Fan demanded.
Ye Xinglou nodded, ignoring Jiang Tiancheng and Xu Jin entirely, nor did he ask Mu Yunqing why she had brought them along.
"Didn't I tell you not to use any techniques for the fourth roll?" Robin asked, somewhat surprised.
Even if their research capabilities were evenly matched, the ability to communicate was a rare gift for the Locust Laboratory, so they naturally had no objections.
"If you truly wish for it, perhaps I could reluctantly consider it." Wei Ziying stroked his chin, unable to suppress a smile, feigning a thoughtful air.
The endless, sky-shrouding black mist collided with the sphere of intermingling ice and fire. With a thunderous roar, two massive waves of energy erupted, causing nearby buildings to crumble inch by inch.
It was, unsurprisingly, a Tier 2 bronze card. Liu Yusheng now held a Tier 2 star core; if he could exchange it for a second-star evolution potion from that card, perhaps all his difficulties would be easily resolved.
The world assumes that members of the imperial family must be wealthy, living in boundless luxury, but in reality, they are often poorer than anyone else.
Naihe was just about to ask if he were daydreaming—what was he talking about? How could he possibly know that today was also the birthday of the Dragon King?
Just as Zhen Yuan turned his head, something dark flew toward his face, and he caught it instinctively.
Xu Yang said nothing. Zhang Minghao looked at his left hand, only to see it hanging motionless, as if it had lost all sensation.
Hundreds of warriors from the Eleventh Regiment, hidden among the men in black, struck simultaneously, kicking those beside them off the city walls.
Lian Chengjue shook his head like a rattle, unable to even muster a sheepish smile, but he saw that Shumi had already unwrapped another item in identical packaging and popped it into her mouth.
Feng Ge recognized the man in the skull mask; he was the same one who had been with Soul Eater before! His strength was above hers.
He was stunned; it seemed to be the case, but it wasn't that he didn't care. At the time, he had thought there would be plenty of time in the future, and he had intended to discover things little by little, but circumstances had not given him the chance.
When Noble Consort Rong fell ill, people from the Hulei Villa visited frequently, and the imperial physicians tried their best to treat her, but to no avail.
"Perhaps, but I do not agree with that, because I have never forgotten her. I can endure any amount of pain, provided I can find her again!" Blood Flame gazed toward the two figures locked in fierce combat in the void, chuckling softly.
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"And who are you?" Su Huai countered. Although Su Huai and Fang Jin were wearing night-traveling attire, their faces were not covered, making their features easily visible. The man in black, however, had only his eyes exposed, making him difficult to identify.
Liuyun sat down slowly beside Fendai, looking out with her at the distant city. This sky city had ushered in a long-lost tranquility; the feeling was like a dream.
"Sigh! It's frustrating! Aren't you going back? Let's go. The fortune-telling shop hasn't been open for ages! Maybe I'll feel better if I go back and fool a few people!" Li Changqing said, picking up his belongings from the ground.
"It's all used up," Nanfeng replied. Uncle Wang had raised his right hand to signify five, referring to the five Soul-Returning Pills he had been given that day. He had given two to Huacier, and the remaining three had been used to save his own life, as well as those of Fatty and Eighth Master.
Time passed, and eventually, Chen Xu emerged from that state. Refreshed, he returned to the villa, and when he walked into the living room, Zhao Jingwen had already risen.
"Father, if our Huasheng Island releases the prescription, wouldn't that be telling the world that we cannot cure this poison ourselves?" Shen Feng reminded him.
Vice Sect Leader Yan Shan of the Liding Sect spoke in disbelief. Although his words seemed absurd, to the martial artists at the King and Emperor realms who had experienced the illusion themselves, it was a highly probable occurrence.
Yet, unable to defy Kexino’s wishes, they could only pull a stack of gold notes from their rings and throw them on the ground. At that moment, the faces of the Wang family father and son looked as ugly as if they had eaten excrement; the stack of gold notes seemed not to have been thrown on the ground, but smashed directly into their faces.
The wind of Yunzhuan Mountain turned into sharp blades under the melody of his zither. The entire mountain seemed to be plunged into an ancient battlefield, the killing intent of ten thousand galloping horses trampling toward Qi Lin.
Once Eighth Master left, Nanfeng immediately closed his eyes and lay down. His body had undergone tremendous changes in a short time and needed to be sensed in detail and gradually adapted to. He only needed to close his eyes, do nothing, and think of nothing, giving his spirit and body enough time and freedom to familiarize themselves and fuse together.
A terrifyingly powerful aura swept across the venue. A disciple of the Xiantian Sect volunteered to block the old man, only to be torn alive into two halves by Che Lie, who then drained the blood from his body! Che Lie’s hair turned grey as a result.
Li Er remembered the historical records stating that Lieutenant General Yokoyama Isamu was the most ferocious Japanese commander at the time, skilled at winning by surprise and undefeated on the Chinese battlefield. Since the Japanese were retreating to defend and unable to attack, he calculated there was still time. He could not let them rest; he had to destroy their effective strength as much as possible.
That day, Mu Feng sat alone by the lotus pond. Though his gaze rested on the lotus leaves, his mind was occupied with other thoughts.
Below, the atmosphere fell into a strange, stunned silence. Aude and the others were already dumbfounded; the strength of these two was simply too formidable, forcing even those two terrifying behemoths to retreat step by step.
Jian Xin commanded the corpses around him, using their immortal bodies to build a human wall, shielding the commoners from the assault.
No matter how great her anger was, she couldn't release it against such a soft, tender face. Yu Xie felt her resentment stuck in her throat, and she began to hesitate. Should she still speak righteously to vent her dissatisfaction at being woken up?
Of course, the main reason was that one was a snake demon who couldn't take human form, and the other was a fox who couldn't take human form... if the two were put together, even if they wanted something to happen, their physical forms wouldn't allow it.
Just as the silver dragon circled in mid-air searching for prey, a fierce gale suddenly swept across the lake, scattering the black mist that shrouded it. Then, the swirling mist instantly condensed into a serpentine form, winding and coiling around the dragon's body.