Chapter Seventy-Nine: A Single Stick of Incense

I was still wearing my high-laced boots designed to ward off underwater venomous monsters when I heard Chang Yu speak like that, and I couldn’t help but pause in surprise. Beneath the Yellow Water Pool lay the illusory beast, the Little Drunken Lady, and within it, there was a presence familiar to Chang Yu? Was he truly attuned to the spiritual treasures of heaven and earth, or was it the realm of illusions he knew so well?

“How well can you swim?” I asked him.
Chang Yu replied, “Very well.”

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Li Tianba analyzed the three’s injuries and concluded they probably hadn’t been sustained in the merman world. Though the sorcerer hadn’t told him who these people were, he was convinced they hadn’t crossed paths with Murong Xuehan and the others.

In the pavilion by the lotus pond, an elderly man with white hair and beard sat upright, sipping a cup of sour plum soup with exquisite care. How could there be sour plum soup in this era? There was no need to ask; it was surely Zhong Qing’s handiwork.

I nodded. The mental attack of the Illusion King—how could ordinary bio-warriors endure it? With a kick, I flung open the iron door and saw more than a dozen black-clad bio-warriors sprawled haphazardly on the ground, all fast asleep.

The man in white pondered briefly; if their places were reversed, he knew he could never achieve what Xiao Rang had done.

With her companion’s help, the Crimson Shadow swiftly struck down a Resfa humanoid, then retreated in haste to avoid their concentrated fire.

In Lei Li’s hands, the Thunder God’s golden blade erupted with force—a blade a yard long, aimed directly at the unyielding basalt. With a thunderous sound, a thick purple-gold arc of the blade burst forth, crashing against the rock beneath his feet.

“Miss Ning has shown me great kindness. Besides, she risks her life to save others with a heroic heart—how could one simply speak of killing her?” The tone carried a chill.

Damn it, the same face—why is Yue Wuhen so captivating, yet this Young Master Zhu Yue is so frightening?

The Wind Emperor was rendered speechless; at last, a trace of astonished disbelief flickered in his eyes.

In this sudden chaos, after quite some time, things finally began to quiet down. Only then did the jewelry store clerk, shaking under Sarah’s gun, scramble to unlock the display and hand over their store’s treasure to her.

Zhou Chen skipped over the holy grail for now, focusing his attention on the platform engraved with arrays and the massive throne atop it.

“Very well, this is my first time joining the hunt this year—I don’t know the way. You lead the team.” Yue Jinsheng responded carelessly, yet shifted his body slightly to shield Qiong’er from Hulhan’s gaze.

The emperor’s expression shifted from livid anger at first, through a complex and unspeakable mix, until at last, his heart softened in silence.

Someone approached her, footsteps light, treading softly through the rain until they stood before her.

Tang Ming gently lifted his eyelids, shook his head lightly, and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the wooden table, producing a crisp “knock, knock, knock.”

“Jian Xuan, what happened?” After comforting Jian Fan for a while, Ouyang Zilan stepped out of the room.

It landed beside Yan Xingtian, scooping up the half-dead man with its long neck, then, with another cry, spread its wings and flew off in the direction from which it had come.

A faint smile bloomed like a flower at the corner of her lips. Yi Feng showed no anger towards the two children who had dared to cause a commotion in the Ninth Heaven Palace; he simply nodded slightly and, unable to resist, reached out to gently smooth the feathers of her fur.

The emperor, considerably moved, took Eunuch Huang’s advice and, accompanied by only a few attendants, left the bedchamber.

The Flame Demon in the sky, once composed entirely of red flames—a monstrous figure blazing scarlet—was now pitch black, its body a dark, sinister red.

She fluttered her delicate eyelashes and opened her eyes. Moonlight bathed her form—and beside her head, a bird with a gaping beak, glaring green eyes, and feathers shimmering with every hue.