Chapter 55

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At first, the mosquito refused, but after my persistent persuasion, it reluctantly flew away. Instantly, the spark in its eyes vanished; it was clear that it was now controlled by AI. Entering through the building's entrance, I took the elevator up to the fourth floor, where advertisements for Amy’s Western Restaurant adorned both the elevator doors and interior.

In the unseen darkness, the water continued to churn, its sound growing increasingly urgent. Meanwhile, Drunken Lanlan maintained his flight technique, though his mana was rapidly depleting, soon reaching exhaustion.

A silver light seemed to tear through space, revealing a silver-white spatial rift that suddenly appeared before my eyes. It immediately generated a powerful suction, pulling me inside.

Among the staff at the Tree Dad Specialty Restaurant, several were surprisingly fierce warriors of the Wine God, but soon they were subdued by the combined efforts of Dahong, Liu Zhongchao, and Huang Qikun. Though few dishes were consumed, several patrons found themselves hiding under tables, intoxicated beyond control.

On reflection, the previous bosses shared experiences with Shiluo Ye, but this time it was a solitary conquest. Moreover, Xingtian was a war god-level boss, incomparable in rank to the prior guardians.

After Ling Tian slew several elite members of the Green Gang, he finally confronted Yang Tianhua. Both were bloodthirsty and exchanged no words. Yang Tianhua unleashed his inner strength in a slash, which Ling Tian disdainfully blocked with his blade. The clash sent them each retreating half a step, their hands throbbing with pain.

Actually, Long Moxuan had one more thing to say: Jack would surely like it even more once he saw this.

As a powerful sealing formation enveloped the Mengji City Auction House, the once-in-a-decade auction commenced. An elderly man with silver hair ascended the platform slowly and appeared at the center of the auction stage.

To break through four meridians within less than half a year was no easy feat. Chen Shishi was well aware of the difficulty; unless one had a vast supply of pills or several fortunate encounters like this with the Yin Spirit Flower, such progress was nearly impossible.

“Brother Meng, don’t say that. You risked danger only to help me inquire about the whereabouts of the Hell Demon Clan,” Chen Shishi said with a smile.

Chen Gong couldn’t help but laugh, secretly thinking: He truly intends to snatch the bride. But since Lv Ying’er is by Lord Wen’s side, can you really take her away?

Just as he was about to stand and switch computers, the malfunctioning keyboard and mouse suddenly began moving on their own.

Huang Mengmeng felt inexplicably uneasy, as if something was about to happen.

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Upon hearing this, Xu Yu exclaimed, “Are you sure you have the wrong script? Wasn’t it you who started the rebellion? I hid in the shadows, fanned the flames, supplied weapons, let you fight each other to the death, and then reaped the benefits, making a fortune!”

The Qiang people exchanged glances, and one of them boldly pointed towards a mangled corpse not far away.

Ji Ying leaned forward, placing one hand behind her, shortening the distance between them abruptly. He came to a halt less than half a meter away and forcefully pried the errant hand away.

Li Si, called up to the stage by the scowling Zheng Gang, remained distracted, a stark contrast to the focused Zhao Laosan across from him.

Zhang Yan had thought Zhou Cang would only show up briefly at the feast, after all, he was an official and a respected elder of Langyuan City, so some formality was expected. Yet, unexpectedly, Zhou arrived early, showing immense respect.

Just as the words fell, Lin Ruoyan took out her phone. Luoyang narrowed his eyes and slowly approached Lin Baizhan.

Zhang Tong grew anxious, blurted out to stop Li Pingyang, scratched his head cap vigorously, and shot a meaningful glance at Lu Zai, who was watching the spectacle with crossed arms, practically begging him to “figure something out.”

Reaching the ninth level of the initial spirit rank, stage nine indicated that Lingji—the so-called “everlasting life through spiritual power”—was within reach for Feng Duxing; for non-humans, it might take even longer to advance to this level.

Usually, it was difficult for her to see her husband even once; how was it that today, the emperor was willing to meet her?

In contrast, Lin Chen, born into less favorable circumstances, seldom drank nutrient fluids; his martial cultivation was almost entirely the fruit of arduous training.

The Duck Prophet vanished because the killing time was up; this creature’s killing time lasted only ten minutes.

A money lover immediately began calculating: poems these days paid by the line, usually one yuan per line.

“Wife, I’m tired!” The man on the bed appeared utterly despondent, his eyes bloodshot if one looked closely.

Every faction had some members with poor physical constitution; a few being frozen to death was not surprising. Such orcs, weak in both body and mind, deserved to be eliminated.

Linghu Qing thought to himself, “I believe you, old tree spirit, but this is clearly a statement originating from the barbarian tongue quarters.”

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“Are they exam candidates who practice cultivation alone?” Yu Hongchen glanced at Feng Yi and Qiu Ping, then turned to Elder Hai beside him to ask.

Xiao Yanchuan looked up at Gu Wen entering the room; the dark clouds in his eyes suddenly dissipated, and his handsome face regained its usual gentleness.

After all, although it took a certain schadenfreude toward Feng Yutian’s affairs, even delight in seeing her manipulated by others, it was still so.

Watching the white sedan fade further in the rearview mirror, he curled his lips into a cold smile.

After all, the auction was about to begin, and Yuzu naturally had to prepare.

Linghu Qing planned to seek an audience with the Demon King at the Heavenly Palace early the next morning. She had already prepared her reason: recently, the two peak masters of the Heavenly Gate had died, leaving their vital energy grievously depleted; this was the best opportunity to strike the Immortal Sect and see how the Demon King would respond.

Chu Xiao was momentarily stunned, looking up in surprise to see Gu Nanxi squinting slightly, then glancing down before meeting her gaze.

Watching him leave, Jiang Boyi finally relaxed and returned to his office. Observing the current changes in company shareholding, he finally felt assured.

“No, he’s not a fugitive, only dismissed from his post; some villains are after him!” Gan Tiantian, though no stranger to right and wrong, anxiously defended Li Qingwei.

Xiao Yicheng admitted to being extravagant, but she insisted that the fall of the Xiao family was his responsibility, which was unfair.

For her, she had endured many hardships; but for Qing Lu, who just said no to others yet quickly found a partner, it seemed like a breach of promise.

However, once the “New Humans” label was introduced, many groups branded as “Old Humans” resisted, leading to numerous “Old Human” factions still defying the Earth United Government’s rule in 2030, operating as terrorist organizations worldwide.