Chapter 34

As long as the Nether Master can return to being a living person, he would not mind even if it meant unleashing a peerless demon. Expecting the Nether Master to worry about the nation and its people or to fight against such a vile creature is simply unrealistic.

Generally speaking, those who come to the dormitory building looking for someone are acquaintances from the scenic area, but the faces he sees now are all strangers, making it impossible for him not to be vigilant.

Ye Feng knows the difficulty is immense, almost impossible to overcome, but he believes that as long as one strives, there is hope.

Qin Tian joked, trying to break the atmosphere, as he was not accustomed to the tension of the moment.

Upon hearing the old man’s words, the youth let out a sneer of contempt. The murderous aura in his pink eyes was self-evident.

Twenty thousand firecrackers actually do not last very long; given a sufficient quantity, they can explode for about five minutes. Because they are divided into strings, one must be lit after another burns out. Including the few minutes Doctor Zhong spent fumbling in a panic, the total duration of the "Ten Thousand Red" display was no more than ten minutes.

"That doesn't seem necessary. Even without you, President Tong would have sent the invitation to me all the same," Lin Qingxue said confidently.

In the world of stone gambling, the price of high-end jadeite raw stones has already exceeded tens of millions; hundreds of millions is merely the sum of a few dozen stones.

The Duanmu family in the East Province, affected by the turmoil, finally managed to hold on thanks to the reinforcements led by Qi Zhi and the Cloud Dragon Guards. However, many other families were destroyed in the process. Qi Zhi took his kin back to their ancestral lands, secretly opened the Trial Grounds, and after erecting a Stargate, began to rebuild their home.

"Shut up!" Ji Leyao roared. Cruel images and lewd laughter flashed rapidly through her mind. Instantly, her face turned deathly pale, and her whole body trembled like chaff. Her usually calm and moving eyes were now filled with helplessness and humiliation.

"President Ling injured her foot, so I brought her back," Jian Yu’s steady, unyielding voice interrupted Ling Yuqi’s stammering.

However, this was Zhen Meili’s prejudice. To become a Heavenly Emperor, one must be a being of immense power and profound wisdom; it was only in Zhen Meili’s eyes that they appeared as mere brutes.

"Alright, understood!" Sun Wanwan breathed a silent sigh of relief and carried her medical kit into the Marquis of Loyalty’s mansion.

"This Hua Yaozong is simply ungrateful!" Lou Xueyang slammed her cup down, with such force that it was as if the cup were Hua Yaozong himself.

His mouth tasted of nicotine—bitter, mingled with his own unique scent. She liked it very much and responded passionately to his kiss.

Xue Zhengyong woke up feeling refreshed, took a shower in the bathroom, and then took his phone to the living room, making sure to close the bedroom door behind him.

She had only learned his name today, and as for everything else—his identity, his family—she knew nothing.

Hearing Qin Xue'e say this, Sikong Zhengqing realized she was still holding the Phoenix-Patterned Sword, having forgotten to return it after admiring it. She immediately walked toward Qin Xue'e and apologized.

"Poof!" The great ancient wood sword struck the black light barrier directly, pierced through it, flew out, and embedded itself into the flat ground.

Looking up and glancing around, there were many such stone doors at the same height along the abyss—some pushed open, others tightly shut.

Huang Qingzhu feared that if news of the incident spread, not only would the families of the two deceased suffer, but the Xuanwu Academy would also be implicated.

Not far away, Xuanwu City was protected by a powerful sect and offered the most comfortable environment, but everything required money.

At this moment, Li Lingyi no longer looked with his physical eyes; it was as if he had opened his "heart's eye." He viewed the world and all things within it; his mind and body were like the purest lake water, spilling out across the world, seeping into it bit by bit, until everything was imprinted within. Like an ocean embracing rivers, he grandly inhaled and exhaled all that existed.

Meanwhile, Guibao rode on the back of the grey eagle. He did not need to control it at all, unlike flying boats or flying swords which required both spirit stones and constant manipulation, which was quite taxing on his spiritual energy.

Seeing the two men launch six sharp magical artifacts at him, Guibao performed a hand seal, and a massive fireball instantly formed, enveloping him within.

He had been preparing for today’s situation for a long time; not only was the room filled with weapons, but he had also pre-positioned a large vat filled with water and had baked over twenty pounds of pancakes.

"Hehe, this old immortal has a spiritual talisman here containing a profound prophecy, which can protect you, fellow Daoist, from misfortune and help you achieve the Great Dao." Ghost Half-Immortal took a yellow paper talisman from his storage bag and placed it in front of Guibao, though he did not hand it over directly.

When Yang Yi and Jones returned, the people of the Knight’s territory of Leif had dispersed into Locke County like scattered seeds. There was no chaos, and he did not even need to make arrangements. Yang Yi was very satisfied with this result, marveling at the infinite power of commerce—after all, who doesn't want to live a better life?

Regrettably, Wu Jun never dreamed that their ultimate fate would be to gain nothing but lose what they already had; not only did they fail to seize the mission, but they also got themselves trapped in the process.

Gai Zhui had basically achieved his goal this time. Since the other party was from the "Heavenly Opportunity Society" and held a gun, their status was likely not low. He decided to grant them a favor; if the "Heavenly Opportunity Society" ever expanded to the south, perhaps he could leverage this connection. It was a move that would yield multiple benefits.

However, Chu Xuhua rarely made enemies. Among the princes, he seldom interacted with others, and they rarely approached him—how could anyone harbor thoughts of killing him? As for Mo Liang, if one had to speak of a grudge, it would only be with the Thirteenth Prince or Chu Qingning.

"Understood. That is why I have never stopped you every time you wanted to return to the General’s Mansion, right?" Liu Yu pampered the beauty in his arms; with such a lovely wife, what more could a man ask for?

Vegeta let out a smirk. By doing this, he knew there was no possibility of reconciliation; Frieza would never let the other side go. A great battle was imminent.