Chapter 57: Lu Ying

At this moment, the ferocious flood dragon bore a striking resemblance to a powerful boss in a game, while those cultivators were merely ignorant and audacious ants.

Consequently, without any high immortals to help suppress the situation, the caught-off-guard half-immortal cultivators suddenly found themselves overwhelmed by the relentless attacks of the magical treasures.

The other players joined in the commotion, and Li Zhengyi, unable to resist their prodding, reluctantly surrendered his computer and ran outside the internet café to take a call.

Luo Yun remained silent, casually tossing a Spirit-Gathering Array beside Zhao Si. He was now thoroughly familiar with both Spirit-Gathering and Spirit-Locking arrays. He had even purchased a stack of talisman papers and stored them in his spatial pouch, ready to be drawn and used at a moment's notice.

The "Dragon-Consuming Pill," originally intended for cultivators in the late Golden Core stage, had always been displayed as a prized treasure of the shop. Due to its exorbitant price, only a single bottle had been sold in over a decade. When Lei Xiaoyao proposed to purchase the pill formula along with everything else in a single bid, the few people in the shop instantly vanished without a trace, offering a direct yet tactful rejection.

Upon seeing Emperor Wu, Edmund immediately brought out a goblet and filled it with red wine—his unique way of welcoming guests.

This was inevitable. Walking the path of the culinary world meant inevitably encountering the flattery, deceit, and fierce rivalries inherent to it. Even if he remained unaware of them now, once he stepped out of school, he would still be confronted with them.

Just as Li Zhengyi and Zhuang Xiangqiu finished a meeting, Zhuang Yongsheng called to inform them that an appointment had been made with Bangyi He to view the house the next morning.

The clouds grew thinner, and the scenery above them gradually came into view—a ferocious, distorted figure with a pair of blood-red eyes staring intently at him as he hung from the fishing hook.

"The three treasures of the Northeast: ginseng, marten fur, and ula grass. If you want monkey head mushrooms, you'll find them roaming all over the mountains." Han Tao had not expected to find monkey head mushrooms on the outskirts of Great Green Mountain, because his third uncle had once said that gathering them required tirelessly searching the entire mountain range.

"That's why Grandfather is so impatient to strike—to kill you before your existence is discovered by people from the Samsara Realm and the Celestial Realm, preventing the Zhang family from being dragged into this chaotic war," said Zhang Yi.

Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement. Han Tao also expressed that he hadn't taken the matter to heart, assuring them that he didn't blame Uncle Liu and fully understood him.

Yet, a thought had already taken root in his mind: What on earth was this fellow's true self?

Though a chill ran through Xiao Yi's heart, he maintained a calm and composed exterior, refusing to let his composure crack. He smiled nonchalantly and spoke with utter indifference.

Following more than twenty days of intensive training, the three thousand troops recruited by Yun Chen were undergoing a rapid transformation. Seeing the soldiers united in heart, training diligently, and achieving remarkable results, Yun Chen and Ming Yifeng were overjoyed.

Had it been in the past, no one would have dared to believe—let alone utter—such words as the Ouyang family ranking at the bottom of the Ten Great Clans. But now, everyone nodded in unanimous agreement.

Yet the scene before them filled the two with doubt and astonishment. Ye Qing was right here; could someone else have entered the Heavenly Spring Cave?

Suddenly, an out-of-place voice sounded, somewhat delicate and weak, instantly shattering the atmosphere of soaring heroic battle intent.

However, after speaking just a few words, Zhao Huangming felt two piercing gazes fixed directly upon him.

Little did he expect that the Azure Dragon King, whom he hated to the very marrow of his bones, had already arrived in the West.

Su Quanzhong had never imagined that his sister's elopement with King Shou would provoke such a massive reaction from Chong Houhu, and he could not help feeling a growing sense of anxiety.

"Who is it?!" Old Long suddenly snapped his eyes open in vigilance, only to exhale in relief upon seeing that the visitor was Zhang Xiaowei.

Uncertain of what Zixin meant by those words, Du Kang could only obediently prostrate himself on the ground, not daring to utter a single word in response.

And this object of interest must have had a profound connection to the upcoming auction items! Throughout the entire day, the old man had barely spoken a few words, paying no attention to any of the auction lots, as if sparing even a glance at them was a waste of life.

The horses galloped at lightning speed, swift as a dragon riding the wind. Charging unhindered through the territory of the demon race, they moved as if entering an empty realm. The sound of hooves shook the heavens, and the vault of the sky trembled.

After all, the Divine-Demon Hegemonic Body had once been the primordial supreme constitution; it could not possibly be limited to mere durability. The colorless bitter sea, the congealed blood-light sword, and other latent powers remained yet to be explored and awakened.

The garments they currently wore were ancient attire Zhang Xiaowei had redeemed from the system. Adhering to the principle of keeping a low profile, they were relatively plain and simple.

"So Lord Ye is truly a living treasure! Why don't you casually toss a scroll or two my way as well?" Akagi Jiangliu rubbed his withered palms together and chuckled slyly.

Having previously tasted defeat at Zheng Hao's hands, and with no one else around, Ning Kun did not dare to say another word.

As it turned out, while Hugo was trapped within the illusion, his mouth had suddenly dropped open, staring blankly like an idiot. He had maintained this bizarre expression for nearly ten minutes before Professor Bagman finally noticed something was amiss, glaring darkly at Hugo as if he might punt him across the room at any second.

The two conversed in low voices, and it was conspicuously evident that despite Wang Chao's family being wealthier than Zhang Hong's, Wang Chao wore an expression of near-flunkeyish subservience toward Zhang Hong.

Once the smelting process was complete, he proceeded to the steps of extraction and nourishment. Unlike the pill-crafting techniques employed by Liu Geng, he drew all the spiritual fires from the eight metal cauldrons directly into the pill tripod. Those were derivative flames—once exhausted, they would be gone forever—yet he felt not the slightest hint of regret.

"All of this is true. As long as you undead are willing to sign this peace treaty with us, the land ownership of these territories shall belong to you," Talia timely brought up the purpose of their visit.

Seeing Ye Tian collapse like that into a pool of blood, Su Yuxin threw herself to the ground, cradling Ye Tian's head as uncontainable tears streamed from her eyes.

Without a single word, the two figures fixed their gaze entirely upon Xiao Zichuan, who was acting as a lure for the corpses, and charged straight at him.

Once that suffocating, sitting-on-pins-and-needles sensation finally dissipated, he scrambled frantically with hands and feet, fleeing in reckless abandon. Stumbling blindly, he plunged deep into the forest and vanished in sheer terror.

As the gloomy, overcast sky revealed itself beyond the window, the patter of chaotic raindrops echoed in everyone's ears.

The legal advisor had already drafted the contract. Wang Zha glanced over it; the clauses were standard and fair, covering performance fees, respective responsibilities, and other provisions. Wang Zha promptly signed his name.

The bespectacled young woman's description was far too vague, leaving Nangong Rong and the others completely at a loss as to what she actually meant to convey. Consequently, no one in the room responded, plunging the atmosphere into an awkward and inexplicable silence.