Chapter 36: Let me see just how high the ceiling of this so-called destruction truly goes.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck..."

Di Qiu watched helplessly as a pheasant wandered into the tunnel. Earlier, while she was searching the mountains for traces of a strange seal, a wild pheasant had suddenly burst from a patch of weeds by the roadside. It immediately reminded her of her long-stagnant main quest: to obtain the essence blood of a phoenix. Though this world of superpowers had no real phoenixes to speak of, there were plenty of legends about pheasants transforming into them. It felt like a classic case of life imitating fiction.

After a round of questioning, the two failed to uncover any useful information. Instead, they found themselves wandering into a scenic area famous for its single-bamboo drifting performances.

Naluoshi curled his lip, too lazy to argue. In a sense, Kanbara Kan really could fly.

Not far behind them, a young man dressed in filthy green robes approached, leading an ox cart pulled by two green donkeys. With dual blades strapped to his waist and a steady gait, it was none other than Houtian.

The elderly man with orange-yellow tiger eyes sniffed the air and addressed the group with a strange, crooked smile.

She continued to drift through the air, leisurely and unhurried. The longer the time passed, the happier Lin Yanrou became. It had been eight days with no news, and she even speculated that they might have already broken through the encirclement.

By the time Feng Ling, Hua Yan, and Zhu Kai reached the docking bay, General Qi Lan and the head of the Zhu family were already waiting on the spacecraft. Luo Huan was there as well, though he had come alone, without his clansmen.

Yet, the one least expected to succeed, Lin Yanrou, had awakened at this very moment. Awakening meant two things: first, Lin Yanrou’s life was now secure. In the Xuanwu Kingdom, cultivators who could awaken were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, and they all possessed such immense supernatural power that they were nearly impossible to kill.

The demonic form didn't just burn his blood and his life force; it had also incinerated all of his gold cards.

"Who says we have no connection? Our relationship is quite profound," Lei Yunyang leaned in, his voice wicked as he hovered near her pale, gaunt cheek.

"I won't let her go unless you hand over the Blood Lotus," the man in black said, his pupils flushing slightly red with agitation.

Even in the dead of night, beneath the dim light, the handsome man remained as elegant and imposing as ever, radiating charm.

"You useless fools! Seeing the Emperor out in the rain and you didn't even think to hold an umbrella? If he falls ill, who among you will bear the blame?" Shang Xi lashed out, slapping each of them across the face, his voice trembling with fury.

As Li Zhi’s sword swept through, a thick mist surged in from the rift he had carved, accompanied by a spray of yellow sand.

Upon hearing the news, Yang Wei rushed to the Provincial Medical University without a moment's delay. As the leading medical institution in the province, it held the highest authority in cancer treatment, and Millie worked there as an attending physician.

Of course, there were things the dwarves could not understand, such as the liquid metal Li Zhi had produced. They could not analyze what this mercury-like substance was made of, as it could transition between liquid and solid states at room temperature.

"No, that's not it. It's nothing. We—we were just joking around. Dongfang Ji, please don't do this. I beg you. I was wrong, I was wrong. Please, don't treat me like this, okay? I’m begging you," Xuanxuan pleaded.

He was not a fool; if there hadn't been a reason, Chu Wanxiang would never have handed over the Dragon-Whisker Grass.

Zhao Su no longer held back. He took advantage of the lingering spiritual energy before the mountain-protecting formation ceased to function.

Yin Jiu, having seen Li Man before, looked over in surprise, a flash of disbelief crossing his amber-gold eyes.

In front of Gu Yuanfang’s uncle, Xing Tiantian felt quite at ease, lacking the usual pressure one feels when meeting elders. Gu Yuanfang’s uncle had a smile very much like his nephew’s—generous and approachable. Though he looked stern when he wasn't smiling, he was, in fact, a warm-hearted man.

The Slime could not understand what Luo Xiu was saying, but its instinct as a monster made it roar in agitation.