Chapter 27: Yu Lan, Mortified and Vexed

Regarding logistical support, Trump produced a set of magical documents: an intermediate alchemist certification from the Alchemist Guild and an intermediate mage certification, both bearing the official blue seals of their respective organizations.

After confirming their identities with the guards at the gate, the pair was finally escorted to the conference room where Principal Carter, the mayor, and other high-ranking officials were gathered.

Last time he had observed the celestial phenomena, he discovered that a Zombie King was about to be born. Furthermore, so many high-level zombies of their clan had died, their crystals extracted—this clearly meant someone was using them for cultivation!

"Manager Li, you are too kind." Song Dazhu wiped his hands on his trousers before shaking hands with Manager Li.

Perhaps because a great battle had recently taken place, the dense forest seemed unusually peaceful. After traveling smoothly for more than ten days, they emerged from the inner depths of the forest. The surrounding trees gradually thinned out, and the air carried a faint, lingering scent of blood.

Back then, it was a rare sight for Macau to see snow; those days were the happiest and sweetest moments of her life.

Mage Hand crushed the head of a magic spider instantly. The other spiders continued to wander about as if nothing had happened. After crushing over a dozen, the remaining ones were too far away, so Fat Dog went down to retrieve them, luring a few more over to be easily dispatched.

Nie Liangbao felt deeply dejected. He had originally thought that possessing a special ability would make him formidable, but in reality, it was completely useless.

Yet, just at that moment, someone intervened. "Wait, who said we couldn't pay the mining tax?" It was the voice of Shura, who walked up to Sister Hei while carrying a basket of blood-ore.

There was no chance of survival for the poisonous creatures frozen in ice. Those that attempted to tread across the ice were stuck fast; within seconds, they were coated in a layer of white frost, dying without a sound.

The veins on Uncle Ya’s forehead throbbed as if he were about to lunge forward in a fit of rage, but Lei Xiao held him back by the arm, preventing him from doing anything reckless.

Many eyes involuntarily turned toward Shangguan Shixiu, who remained the center of attention even while sitting in the corner.

"Grand Marshal Gao, your matching couplet sounds acceptable, but it lacks proper structure." Cai Jing jumped out to oppose him. They were enemies, after all; naturally, he had to take a jab at him whenever he could, rather than letting him have his way.

Hearing Murong Feiyan’s words, Jian Feiyang’s mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

In fact, before the Yin-Shang dynasty, humans did not have fixed city walls or palaces. By the time of Emperor Yao, it was said that "the hall stood three feet high, and the thatched roof remained untrimmed." While later generations praised this as a sign of Yao’s frugal virtue, it could also be interpreted as the technical simplicity of that era.

"Believe you? Hao, there are many things that only you and I know. So tell me, are the accusations on the internet just a coincidence?" Qin Chunyu pressed him, step by step.

Qin Guanjiu was dragged out of the woodshed. She hid a dagger in her sleeve, stumbling as she went, waiting for an opportunity to strike the guard who held her.

After lunch, Lu Yinan had to leave due to hospital business, and Sister Wu, feeling uncomfortable staying at the Shen residence, left with him.

However, what poured cold water on Li Ling was that when he tried to promote this invention, he found it was not easy. It was a classic case of easier said than done, and the main obstacle was the lack of initiative among the stonemasons.

Mother Wang smiled without a word. Having done what she came to do, she had the servants bring in some food and clothing, and seeing that it was getting late, she returned to the manor after lunch.

When Kundi saw the golden light in the sky, his expression changed. He secretly channeled his spiritual power again to press upon his earthy-gray Bagua. The void energy surged toward the golden light once more. Unlike the previous attempt, which had been silent, this time a muffled boom erupted where the void energy collided with the golden light.

The sudden turn of events stunned both White Cat and Tang Weiwei. What a sinister formation; the caster could remain in their casting posture unaffected by any attacks. Even if they were wounded, the formation remained unbroken—and seemed to grow even stronger.

"I look forward to your guidance, Senior." After this polite remark, Long Yanhu did not assume a fighting stance but instead smiled, her hands hanging loosely at her sides, looking less like someone prepared for a fight and more like someone about to concede.

After speaking, he gave them the address of the bar where Dai Bang had gone earlier and ordered them to proceed with their respective tasks.

Within a radius of ten thousand miles, the area was engulfed in slaughter. Only about one hundred thousand elves remained. Seeing the five great elders destroyed, the various elves scattered in all directions, desperate to flee the area.

But since they couldn't kill it, they had no choice but to exile it into deep space, essentially giving it a life sentence. Yet, after only a few months, why had the Hulk returned?

Po Tian also frowned, looking at Zhi Tong’s joyful expression. It was clear that he brought good news regarding his older brother, not bad, so he did not rush him and let him continue.

Although these words were hurtful, Xuanyuan Wentian understood in his heart that having the power to topple a country, destroy a royal family, and kill several Spirit God experts was something that could not be described merely as terrifying.

"Since Leader Meng is unwilling to admit it, this Sect Master will have to show you something!" As he spoke, Lei Fang raised his right hand, signaling the soldiers beside him to present the item.

Upon hearing Iga Tengka’s instructions, the assistant turned to arrange the relevant matters, while Iga Tengka boarded her transport to return to the hotel, preparing for her meeting with Lin Feng that evening.

Linghu Mei tried to take a step back, only to discover that the threads blocking her path had not moved aside but had instead become even denser.

Lin Ying knew that although Wan Ling hailed from the desolate Northern Tribes hidden beyond the Endless Sea, he had once been a formidable hero of the Endless Sea, known for acting with integrity. Seeing Wan Ling now in the twilight of his heroism, Lin Ying thought for a moment and agreed.

The drawback of this approach was that if any accident befell the Empress, the Emperor would certainly not spare them, and their lives would be forfeit.

"Tong Guan’s army is still holding Fairy Grass Peak, while the main force behind them seems to have intentions of retreating," Jin Feng replied.

Watching Arno, who still looked confused and was clumsily covering his eyes with his short, thick arms, Fang Li couldn't help but shake his head. This did not look like the behavior of an "elite" with a stack of doctoral and master’s degrees.

If a film crew couldn't film, it was usually due to a lack of funds, problems with the actors, or issues with the director. Fu Yan volunteered and walked over to Ning Yu. Yesterday, he had watched Director Guo’s directing style, which mostly involved taking a dead script and artistically processing it according to his own vision to bring it to life.