Volume 1 Chapter 33: Falling Ill

Cloud Eagle's will saturated the entire world, but just at that moment, he realized his surroundings were shifting once again. He seemed to have materialized on a planet where everything radiated a familiar aura—what else could it be but Earth?

They arrived at the Immortal Realm’s dining hall; it was magnificent and luxurious, wreathed in ethereal mist. The flowers, trees, and greenery were groomed with artistic precision and arranged in orderly patterns, making one feel as if they were enjoying exotic delicacies in a paradise beyond the mortal world.

One of them was a barefoot, bewitching youth—none other than the "Desolate King" who had unleashed his terrifying power in the imperial capital of the Heaven Seal Kingdom.

"Xuejia, sorry to keep you waiting," Miho Azuki smiled softly at Bai Xuejia, whose gaze then fell upon Nanami Aoyama.

If he were to go to the main city, he would surely be treated as an honored guest by every faction, perhaps even attracting the attention of the Temple and being recruited into its ranks. Yet, he remained incredibly low-profile, hiding for over a decade in this corner of the Purple Lightning City's underground market. No one knew what this eccentric Master Mo was truly thinking.

In the back seat, Yan Junli and Li Hong exchanged glances, both revealing expressions of concern.

At this moment, the male guests in the hall looked at one another, their eyes meeting, and soon, expressions of restlessness began to appear on their faces.

We went up to the third floor and knocked on the first door; no one answered. We knocked on the second and third doors in succession, but still, there was no response. Could it be that there was no one inside?

However, Starlight remained undisturbed by the explosions outside. He focused intently on his chessboard, as if the events unfolding beyond were merely phantoms or a film—a separate world entirely, having nothing to do with Xiyun Starlight.

Master Xia had spent a great deal of wealth during this period. If he truly had to scrape together those five million taels of silver, he would likely have to sell off many of his shops and properties. Whatever remained would only be a lingering, gasping existence, and sooner or later, nothing would be left.

Fighter jets soared into the sky, beginning to form up into attack formations. MiG-29s and Su-30s arranged themselves into two strike groups, heading directly toward the direction from which the American and Israeli aircraft were approaching.

"Very well, one Russian borscht and one seafood soup," Duke said to the waiter, pointing at the seafood soup, which looked particularly refreshing.

The Russians condemned the Americans' actions, with their diplomatic spokesperson warning that any hegemonic behavior could invite its own consequences. The Germans and French expressed regret, arguing that in the current climate of tense confrontation between China and the United States, such military actions increased the risk of war.

Amidst the collapsed buildings, the great eunuchs of the Ming Dynasty, Cao Zhengchun and Liu Jin, along with Master Liaojie of the Shaolin Temple, Abbot Liaofan, Daoist Ziyang of Mount Wudang, and Master Yeyu of the Emei Sect—more than a dozen masters—emerged from the ruins one after another, their faces filled with shock.

Shen Yiyun thought for a moment and said, "Old Madam Meng is fine for now; it is better not to go. We must avoid creating unnecessary trouble that might implicate the Meng family." He feared that the Emperor’s spies might be trailing them, and should anything happen later, it would drag the Meng family down with them.

Within the memory crystal, Tianxin found a great deal of recorded information. Although most of it was common knowledge, it was still quite useful to him.

Zhao Xing smiled faintly: "I am counting on him not returning them. Cai Jing is the type of man who is exceptionally skilled in painting; he possesses an innate sensitivity toward such luxurious items. If he does not return this chest, he will have to fill it with a chest of design drafts."

The Great King of Jinpeng looked at Hua Manlou, appearing somewhat skeptical. He truly could not believe that this blind man could be stronger than experts like Liu Yuhen, Xiao Qiuyu, or Dugu Fang; he doubted anyone would believe it.

Once that blue-green cold light flew out, she saw it clearly. She had never seen such a strange weapon before.

Exiting the state of consciousness annihilation, Jiang Feng’s combat power immediately plummeted, barely allowing him to hold off the one-armed Lester. Lester still held the upper hand and swore in his heart that he would never let Jiang Feng go; he had to eliminate him today.

I don't need to trouble Kong Yanzhou with this. Whether it is true or false, I will make it appear false, letting the old thief Kong be consumed by his own suspicions until his own people turn on one another.

Mi Zhu, of course, ignored Tianxuanzi’s thoughts. She was entirely focused on the hunt. After using her "Spirit Eye," the bloodstains before her glowed with a fluorescent light, clearly visible as the trail extended deep into the forest.

During this time, Gu Manting had wanted to shake off Su Ling countless times, but Su Ling was like a piece of stubborn plaster, sticking to her tightly and leaving her helpless.

Formerly, they claimed to be from the Ribs Chamber of Commerce, but now it was the Star-Moon Chamber of Commerce—it was as simple as that.

Gales swept across the land; outside the Great Wall of Accumulated Stone, silence reigned, and no further beast tides emerged from the depths of the Qinghai.

"Of course, my lord." The long-haired warrior’s face was not exactly handsome; in fact, it was somewhat fierce. Yet, there was a hint of cynicism in his brow, as if nothing could stump him. This man was Tyrion’s captain of the guard, Bronn.

Because many investigators appeared to have served for a long time, in reality, the number of ghouls they had purged was minimal. Some had been investigators for two or three years and had purged fewer than ten ghouls. In such cases, they were naturally inferior to their juniors who dared to fight and struggle.

In this way, people gradually forgot about his true identity. Of course, Li Lingyi could not be entirely at ease; members of the Eagle Eye monitored him in secret at all times. Once they discovered any tendency for him to form factions, they would report it immediately.

Although Lan Rui felt that Yu Xiao’s tone today was different from usual, seeing such caring questions caused her heart, which had intended to continue angering him, to soften. "I miss you." As she sent the message, these three words were whispered softly from the depths of Lan Rui's heart.