114 Returning Home Unexpectedly

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Li Mengmeng, standing outside the door, nearly burst out laughing. Fortunately, the room had been built with special soundproofing materials, and its insulation was exceptionally effective.

Naturally, Sun Yan did not favor her sisters simply because she was one of the examiners. The entire interview proceeded according to normal procedure. To her relief, the other four sisters actually passed the final ultimate test, and delight showed plainly on their faces.

Meng Liang and Gongsun Yan still wore murderous expressions. If Xia Changtian said one more word, a fight was inevitable.

“How would I know? I can’t divine anything about you.” The master of the Heavenly Secrets Tower put on an expression of utter disdain.

After a fierce clash, Qi Ming slew the Sixth Elder, then suddenly felt an immense force sweeping toward him.

Young Xiahou learned the previous afternoon about the trial of the Thirteenth Middle School’s East City gang. Outside the western wall, in the pine grove, the boy stood for a very long time—so long that dusk began to deepen, merging with the distant mountains until sky and earth seemed joined.

Li Zixiao’s cries brought over a man in a white coat. After saying something to the nurse beside him, the man walked behind Li Zixiao with another nurse and together they lifted down Basang, who had been shot.

The first was the Grand Tournament of All Under Heaven hosted by the Eastern Victory Dynasty. Inherited from the era after the Great Cataclysm, it had now reached its two-hundred-and-seventy-eighth edition. It could be called the grandest competition in history. The victor would not only become famous throughout the world and rise to prominence, but would also receive rewards from the Eastern Victory Dynasty so lavish that they were almost outrageous.

It had to be said that this was the first time in her life she had ever cooked. She had prepared an entire table of dishes from a culinary nightmare, yet someone had still been gracious enough to finish every bite.

As the Eastern Victory Dynasty strengthened its military readiness, the Central Continent seemed to enter a taut state in an instant, as though responding to a weather vane. The overly rigid are easily broken, but what everyone feared even more was being shattered by a single blow. In the face of mysterious prophecies and the shadow of an unknown war, every nerve had been pulled tight.

This was what they called the wheel of fortune turning. In the past, immortals had captured natives from the mortal realm; today, he was slaughtering natives from the immortal realm.

After surveying the surroundings, he saw that scattered across the broad region were numerous powerful figures—Immortal Emperors, Demon Emperors, and the like. At a glance, there were more than a hundred, and experts at the Immortal Emperor level were still arriving one after another.

Pan Huang radiated a majestic aura, as though he were the embodiment of the Great Dao, the vessel of wisdom, and the manifestation of virtue. He seemed perfect in every respect, as if all the finest qualities in existence had gathered within him.

Reminded by Seventh Brother, Degelai carefully read through the list of war criminals once more. Indeed, it contained no mention of their eldest brother, Chuying.

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The turmoil within Sun City had yet to cease. Guards continued patrolling, searching for Mo Yiming’s whereabouts. Blurred portraits were posted one after another, and a bounty had even been offered.

Still, there was a ninety-nine percent chance that no corpse would remain. All she had to do was tear her clothes and throw them outside, and she would immediately become part of the molten lava.

But this was not a matter of dozens or hundreds of people. There were hundreds of thousands of ordinary, innocent people living in the underground city. Bai Zhi could harden his heart and kill several hundred commoners, but hundreds of thousands would be somewhat beyond his limits.

Beneath the altar stood more than a hundred clan elders, all alike in appearance. Although their strength was not particularly great, they were old and venerable enough, having rendered immense service to the former development of the Qingyang Clan. They now held an extremely honored position within the clan.

After hearing Taichu’s explanation, Jing Xi finally understood why most members of the Divine Clan had green skin after their rebirth. They used the energy of plants in their physical bodies more than anything else, which was why green-skinned members formed the majority.

Long’er was already invincible among the outer disciples. If she advanced another full level, then even after entering the inner sect, she would still hold a position of considerable standing.

At that moment, all the members of the Wang family from the twentieth unit were running at full speed, heading toward whichever Spring Harmony Courtyard lay nearest to them, as though everything had been planned beforehand.

The Tower Spirit, who understood far better than Yu Haoran the advantage that the divine vein offered in restoring the War God Supreme’s strength, nodded in agreement. Its soul form immediately entered the depths beneath the mountain range and began employing its most powerful sealing techniques to seal the divine vein that it had already locked onto with its divine sense.

“Gulina, don’t you want the Soul-Calming Powder anymore?” Di Feng asked coldly. As he spoke, he suddenly spun through the air and kicked away two more of Gulina’s fingernails.

“Senior Xuan, once we leave this formation, I should have a way to get across. So I hope you can help me leave without breaking the formation if possible. That would give me a much better chance,” Wang Gongnan said.

The Lan Family compound occupied a vast area. Since the house had been built in the rear courtyard of Butcher Liu’s home, it alone occupied the village’s final street.

At first, there had only been low rumblings of thunder. As Patriarch Li’s power of perception intensified, the tribulation thunder in the heavens gradually turned toward him, and great bolts of lightning came crashing down, striking him directly.

Liu Xiaohong felt awkward at those words. She could not help glancing at Zhao Hu. Seeing that he was fairly good-looking—though somewhat dark, he appeared healthy—she pressed her lips together in a smile and lowered her head without saying anything.

Duan Yu also knew that all things generated and restrained one another. There were no absolutely invincible powers, only relative strengths.

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Mu Qingyi praised it while chewing on a fragrant chicken leg, her words muffled and indistinct.

A tribe with a wood-element talisman mage would never go hungry.

Xu Yanyan squeezed closer to Yu Xuejing, leaving an open space between her and Fan Long. She was making room for Yan Le.

During the refinement process, backlash from the venomous insects often occurred. Without the assistance of an elder highly skilled in insect sorcery, success was exceedingly difficult.

But now Fu Yuejun had become, in their eyes, a shameless and despicable woman. To them, being unmarried and already having a child disgraced the family’s century-old reputation and honor. She deserved to be drowned in a pig cage.

Chang’an merely smiled and brushed it aside, continuing to wave the Calamity-Crossing blade with carefree elegance as he “collected” the system pendants from the questers.

Lin pressed the power button. Then, together with Yun Jun, she waited without blinking, neither of them daring to make a sound.

Yan Le had the two elderly people sit in the back with Wei Zongxue, while he held Wei Zhenhua in the front passenger seat. Lin Daolun drove toward Lin Daofu’s home.

At the Heaven’s Retribution training ground, everyone except Guo Lengyue, whose face remained expressionless, wore somewhat unnatural expressions. The aura of the Desire-Locking Sword was unbearable even for ordinary people like them. Perhaps it was merely a matter of the mind—after all, Wang Jian and the others were perfectly fine, weren’t they?

Feng Xuanyin’s cold voice came from her crimson lips. She did not believe that Nan Mingye had acted without any ulterior motive.

A Type 79 seventy-millimeter miniature anti-tank rocket, fired one-handed—the divine weapon produced in Nanmu’s homeland.

“What do you mean, ‘understand’?” The remnant soul watched warily, leaning farther back until its body pressed even more tightly against the pillar.

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