Chapter Ninety-Six: Fellow Countrymen Meet

I was so frightened that I immediately stood up in the car.
Everyone on board fixed their gloomy gaze upon me.
“If you don’t want to die, sit down!” the driver said in a calm voice.
Among all the passengers, only the driver wore a jacket, different from the others.
Suddenly, I understood everything.
Earlier, he had refused me entry with excuses: no pets allowed, no seats, no change for the fare…
I sensed the carriage had stopped, so I lifted the curtain and stepped out, not sparing Nalanzheng a glance—she was angry.
“Without your world, I cease to be human.” Luo Qinghan’s eyes brimmed with sorrow, as though six years of loneliness had finally accumulated.
Under the night sky, it didn’t feel exhausting; on the contrary, An Ruo and Lu Ling arrived even faster.
Ye Wei bit her lip, never revealing the truth she held back. “In any case, you must not be with him. Otherwise… he’ll be the death of you.” With those words, she turned away, hiding her expression from everyone.
“Why are you here so late?” A magnetic voice mingled with the cool night breeze, reaching my ears.
No wonder even the true gods abolished the power of faith; the system cared not for the mortals below, whether they wandered homeless or their families were destroyed, but for the flaws within that faith itself.
“Stay here, don’t move.” Mo Dao pressed Su Qingge in place, his spectral figure darted into the darkness on the other side.
It was no joke—at that moment, thinking together, Lu Ling wondered if An Ruo might possess such abilities. Isn’t it true that things unseen are often beyond imagination?
Before the Olympic Games began, Liu Xiang’s fame far surpassed that of Xie Chunfeng and Li Bin; he was recognized as the only Chinese sprinter with a real shot at the championship.
He continued to confront the Mahoraga before him, while the other seven ancient gods seemed disinclined to intervene, merely watching the battle between Li Yunmu and the Mahoraga, as if certain that Li Yunmu’s defeat was a foregone conclusion.
“A life has been lost—this is a grave matter. If we let it pass, the authority of our laws will be diminished. Your Majesty, how should this incident be handled?” Gu Jianchu gently asked the man beside him.
Hearing the shameless words of the two thugs, Chen Qianqian could no longer bear it and tried to flee, but they pinned her against the wall.
Su Youjun exchanged a glance with her elder sister, then the two entered the magistrate’s hall hand in hand. Meanwhile, Master Yun strode ahead of them, smiling as he bowed respectfully to the county magistrate.
The corridor was teeming with bacteria and microbes; for them, wounds provided the perfect habitat.
Xia Jinkui tried hard to recall this scene—she remembered there was no such plot earlier, though she distinctly recalled the moment when the original character was forced to kneel, which happened at night when the street was empty.
The instant Lin Yun appeared, the river surged, sending a column of water crashing toward where he stood.
No need to guess—it must be connected to that list and the Dao Fusion Grass. Was this a move to eliminate a rival and ease the pressure?
At night, Su Youjun lay tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. She had learned too much today, more than she could process at once. Her stomach continued to ache dully, making it hard to rest, so she rose to search for some hot water to drink.
Collecting spiritual herbs was never easy. Once removed from their place of growth, they inevitably lost some of their aura; the amount of lingering spiritual energy determined their value.
That was Li Lang’s true concern. He wondered whether Shen Miaoqing would come to Brahma Island as well, and whether there would be a chance to meet.
“I was a bit out of sorts—Director Xu, please.” Lu Xing chuckled, about to lead Xu Lan and her party, but was pushed aside, landing at the Xun position, precisely to the right of the second Immortal Gate.