Chapter Seventy-Three: Charging Toward the Lair of the Demonic Cultivators

“There are actually demonic cultivators here!”

All the enforcers in the capital sprang into action.

The tavern was surrounded on all sides, the crowd standing guard with utmost vigilance.

Some onlookers, unable to resist the excitement, lingered at the edge of the cordon, filming the scene while chatting with online viewers.

[With this level of mobilization, I’d believe it if you told me a war was about to break out.]
[It’s a pity I’m not in the capital—scenes like this are rarely seen.]
[Residents of the capital, I’m heading to the front lines now.]

Hidden in the shadows,

Bu Feifan faintly felt that the knowledge he had brought from his previous life—once forgotten—might allow him to unravel the ultimate mysteries of this world and expose the truth buried beneath the surface.

Handing the documents to Shui—, the Third Hokage waved him away; Minato respectfully received the files and departed.

After asking his questions, the young man fixed his gaze on Jiang Yan; he looked exceptionally well-behaved, but there was a spark of challenge in his bright phoenix eyes.

The jump boots had been acquired as soon as he was killed in the middle lane. Previously, his carelessness had cost him; he hadn’t expected Long Taitou already had the stone jump, which led to his demise. Otherwise, with the jump boots, there would have been no chance for him to be killed.

Li Yi, knowing Ana’s temperament, realized that if he didn’t show her, she would be unable to stop crying. Left with no choice, he lifted his shirt.

After Liu Bei jumped over, he tried to combine their moves, launching his ultimate. However, because Cheng Pu abruptly jumped to a new position and used his R skill in tandem with Liu Bei’s, the brief moment of hesitation when they lost sight of the enemy allowed Gongsun Zan to escape Liu Bei’s attack range.

The day the second episode aired happened to be the annual Qixi Lovers’ Festival, so the theme was “Lovers from a Past Life.”

His hair, long as silk, was neatly tied up with a white jade hairpin. His features were as refined as carved jade, his expression serene and undisturbed, his clear eyes reflecting a tranquility beyond the mortal world. Emerging from the shadows, with snowlight glinting off the frozen lake, he looked like an immortal untouched by earthly dust.

“What’s going on with Feng Xue today?” Gu Yangxia asked Mao Zhixue after finishing a ranked match.

Sun Hao frowned, moving forward. He didn’t know how much time had passed before he finally sensed a faint trace of warmth.

Relieved, Sun Hao was also secretly astonished by Xin’er’s extraordinary defense and recovery abilities. This seemingly fragile porcelain doll harbored immense power within.

As soon as Lin Qingjia entered the room, she caught a strong scent of medicinal herbs. Though strange, it wasn’t unpleasant; rather, there was a faint, refreshing fragrance.

Wait a minute—he said something disastrous would happen to him the day after tomorrow. How could he know in advance? Suddenly, he remembered that such an incident had indeed occurred in his previous life.

Unless one of his sisters took the initiative, and Sun Hao still remained so calm, then he must truly be the reincarnation of a monk.

Early the next morning, Wei Huan and his companion sought out Huo Ji to inform him that they planned to leave ahead of the others.

Chen Nuo had no choice but to leave some medicinal patches behind and explained their use to the Zhao family’s men, leaving his phone number and saying they could call if anything came up in Jianghai.

“Third Uncle, what are you talking about? Of course there are people in the camp!” Guan Ping called out loudly.

Having gained so many benefits, their combat strength was now far beyond what it used to be. Though still not on par with Qin Feng at the peak of Golden Immortality, they were no weaker than ordinary peak-level Immortal Main Gods.

The ore could absorb ten fragments, right? Since that’s the case, it made sense to reserve two or three slots for future opportunities—who knows, maybe they could strike it big one day.

Optimism was one thing; reality was harsh. At this moment, he was desperate to return to his former life, unaware that such a chance would never come again.

Those twenty slaughter points, after his promotion, had already become part of his execution order.

Now, Jiang Chen felt that after awakening, he could believe in nothing anymore. Everything had changed; everything had become all too real.