Chapter 134: The Lair
As the stone wall slowly creaked open, Wen Tingyu cast a deep, searching look at Lu Chenyuan. Although this was his first time hearing of a "Seal-Key Gate," the principle behind it was simple: it would unlock automatically upon identifying the corresponding token.
The biggest question, however, remained: Lu Chenyuan was not a member of the Dragon King Temple, so why did he possess the token required to open the gate? Furthermore, judging by the astonishment on the faces of the cloaked figures following them, it was clear they were equally bewildered by this outsider's actions.
Seeing her mother weeping like a wilting flower yet again, Qiao Nuan felt no surprise, only a growing headache. She was hungry, but it looked as if a proper meal was off the table for today.
From the moment Yin Kuangxiao Tu had approached him, Feng Hongge already knew exactly what kind of scheme he was playing.
He had spent six months searching for Tang Yirun to no avail, a failure that had earned him significant pressure from Fu Zichen.
Several figures emerged from the massive portal atop one of the peaks in the Alps, treading across the pristine snow and galloping down the mountainside at a startling speed.
After the two had shared a moment of intimacy, Lu Yuxi realized something: Hei Bu was actually taking several of his subordinates to that very place.
In order to raise military funds, Cao Cao had trained a secret army that operated under the cover of darkness, specializing in looting the tombs of royalty and nobility; their leaders were titled "Gold-Touching Captains." Yet, plagued by bizarre occurrences and heavy losses, he had sought the assistance of Zuo Ci.
Tang Yuanshan was utterly baffled. He had watched with his own eyes as the coffin was unearthed, the tomb was certainly the correct one, and the gold bricks perfectly matched the status of the Tang family—so why on earth was there a fox lying inside the casket?
"All right, don't be hasty. Let's see the results first," the Pangolin Cultivator cautioned the Bone Demon Cultivator. As the Mage Cultivator had noted, the research value of the liquid far outweighed its utility. Since such a large quantity had failed to trigger a breakthrough earlier, wasting more on him now would be purely reckless.
To a certain extent, these formations could not be used to counter the Demon Race, for Fuxi, who had laid them down, had perished long ago, and these powerful arrays could not be replicated. Once the defensive line of formations was breached, the path to the Solar System would be laid wide open to the demons.
The moment she placed her hand on it, she felt a searing heat scorching her skin, as if she had plunged her hand into the heart of a roaring bonfire.
The alchemists were filled with high spirits; this was an internal competition within the Medicine Hut, and for any participant, standing out here would be a tremendous honor.
She pinched her nose with one hand and dismissively waved the other, wearing an expression of utter revulsion as if trying to ward off a foul stench.
To those who knew better, they were fighting, but to an outsider, it looked like they were engaging in something scandalous.
Xiao Ruoyi wore a professional suit that perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure.
"Did you bring meat for the tiger? She eats even more than I do!" The Demon Wolf finished an entire chunk of intermediate-grade steak before remembering his "heater."
Li Yaoshi cradled the corpse of Chuxiu, lost in the pouring rain for so long that he only snapped back to reality when he heard the neighing of Chihua.
As a top-tier hacker, wasn't fabricating an identity for oneself the simplest task imaginable?
Wan Chuan spoke to the three of them with a grave tone. He did not expect them to ascend to the Dharma Aspect realm immediately, but reaching the peak of the Transcendent realm was his absolute minimum requirement.
For Mei Changge, the utility of the Fortune Stone was immense, whether for cultivating Dao soldiers or minting Ten Thousand Lotus coins.
Having been humiliated, Han Jin'er’s expression soured. She was so furious she wanted to strike Qin Luowan dead, but with the Emperor present and Ye Guqi, that paragon of heaven, watching, she could not afford to lose her composure.
She sat up, reached out to touch her eyelids, and tilted her head toward the window. A sliver of night breeze slipped through the slightly ajar shutters, causing the wind chimes to tinkle softly and gently stirring her flowing hair.