32 The Thirty-Second Iron Pillar

They were actually discussing their future dreams as if no one else was around? How did such a bizarre group even manage to survive this long?

As the saying goes—or how did it go again? Right, "the heavens have unpredictable weather"—I had just finished packing my things and stepped outside when I discovered the sky had turned overcast.

At his command, all the soldiers complied without a word, forming a long, serpentine line and slowly marching into the city.

"Master, you must save me tonight," Zhang Wei said, sitting down beside me and handing me a cigarette.

"Exactly. This room is completely sealed, without any hidden chambers or secret passages. If someone truly was murdered here, there are only two reasons why the body cannot be found: first, the killer moved it. But do you think that’s even possible?"

There weren't many pedestrians on the streets, yet many vendors had already claimed the best spots early on. Outside their homes, common folk emerged to pick out fresh vegetables, while not far away, a vast procession of merchants and horse traders struggled to push their carts toward the city center.

"What the hell? Did someone break in?" I found the refrigerator completely empty. It looked like I’d have to head downstairs again.

"I knew you were sneaking snacks." Accompanied by a sudden male voice, the meat in front of me vanished into thin air. I blinked, stunned, and turned around to see Li Yi walking away, carrying the plate.

"Master Long the Fifth, calm yourself. I was merely joking with you." Gan Ha smiled faintly, as if he had truly only been making a harmless jest.

"What man isn't lustful? Don't think that just because you've restrained yourself for a few days you can call yourself a gentleman." Yue Mei'er glared at Long Xiang and turned to head upstairs.

He naturally couldn't let his fellow disciples see that he was afraid; otherwise, he would never be able to show his face again.

Hearing Guan Tong’s words, Zhang Yi couldn't help but laugh. Although there was an element of exaggeration, one couldn't deny that Yang Yuechu would be coming for them sooner or later.

The legacy of the very first patriarch of the Demon race—the ancient Demon King himself—remained hidden within the Blood Sea of the Underworld.

Lin Yang picked up the ointment from the bed, scooped a small amount, and with a steady hand and calm heart, began to apply it bit by bit to the wound on Bai Li’s back.

He had originally understood chess, but after watching the match between the Sword Saint and Li Yisheng, he felt as if he didn't understand it at all.

"Can someone tell me what is going on? Why do I only see Master Sword Saint about to win?" someone began to ask.

Bothering not to acknowledge Zhou Qiang’s words, Chen Ran delivered a psychic shock directly into Zhou Qiang’s head, instantly terrifying him until he collapsed into his executive chair.

"If you can cure my blindness, I am willing to spend my life with you," Gao Ran said to Liu Hun, a rare trace of emotion rippling through her cold voice.

Footsteps sounded, gradually approaching from afar, before the courtyard gate was pushed open and someone walked in.

"At a time like this, does Teacher Lin still have anything to worry about? Or is it that Teacher Lin is just not capable enough?" Yao Yu giggled at Liu Hun.

In the Great Qi Empire, he was one of the most important figures in the entire alchemical and mage system.

Now, Yin Shengzhi could see with extreme clarity under the water: there were hundreds, if not thousands, of corpses, and judging by their clothing, they spanned from the modern era back to thousands of years ago.

The corners of Gu Han’s mouth curled upward. "Behind the neck, leading straight to the spirit center... hehe, found it." As he spoke, his face suddenly flushed, as his spiritual energy surged toward his neck. It was a normal reaction, so he felt no alarm.

There were other young prodigies in this city, but neither Qin Jiuge nor his counterparts acted rashly, and they remained at peace.

"Speaking of which, are there still many Dark Feather clan members hidden in the First City? Didn't we develop a blood-purifying potion? Theoretically, shouldn't they have all been cleared out?" Bai Licai asked, puzzled.

The audience below couldn't help but reveal faint smiles. Even Gu Han felt that this dean possessed an affability that made people relax involuntarily, without any sense of pressure.

Turning around to look, I saw nothing but a sea of heads, accompanied by the sounds of slaughter and screams. Everywhere I looked, the "reincarnators" were locked in battle. Almost every second, several people were killed, and immediately, several beams of teleportation light would flash as replacements arrived; the number of people in my line of sight never diminished.

Chen Ziliang and his group grinned hideously. Then, the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to boil, rushing madly into Chen Ziliang’s body and transforming into a violent torrent of primordial power that crashed down.

After stabilizing his free-flight ability, Ye Qing could move in the air just as he did on the ground, making agile maneuvers instead of feeling the usual lack of leverage while flying. He dove behind the giant lizard, darted above it, and then zipped beneath its jaws with extraordinary flexibility.

As for the Cold Plains, the name suggested it was cold, but the temperature here was not; combining all the information, it was most likely the Stony Field.

However, the crisis was averted, and that was all that mattered now. Rayleigh walked onto the stage, took Xiao Yan’s hand, and looked at the crowd for the final curtain call.

Giving a meaningful look at the tall, handsome figure slowly walking over from a distance, An Zhen patted his backside and walked in the opposite direction.

He couldn't fathom why things had turned out this way. His parents had always preached that "good people are rewarded," and Haitang was a good girl, and her parents were law-abiding, decent people. Yet, where was the reward?

Jiang Youming and the others had much higher cultivation levels than he did, but in terms of real combat, they were far inferior to Mu Zi.

A year passed in the blink of an eye, and Huzi had grown into a toddler of over three years old, looking cute and sturdy. He was still being raised in the Imperial Hospital.

When Xiao Yan woke up the next morning, she remembered she needed to change her clothes, but it seemed Butler Shi hadn't brought her luggage to her yet.

He thought to himself: if the Heavens truly would not let his disciple pass the tribulation, then the Heavens were definitely targeting him. It was one thing to not let him pass, but to also sabotage his disciple? If his disciple wasn't qualified to become an immortal, then who was?