Chapter 27

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Situ Chenyi gazed coldly at Situ Chenxing. He had much to say, and many things he needed to discuss with Weiyang in private. Although she refused to admit it, he was becoming increasingly certain that she was indeed Weiyang. He would not stop Situ Chenxing from leaving, but Weiyang could not go—she had to stay.

"Hey, is there something wrong with this contract?" Mei Wuqing asked, brimming with rage as she observed Lin Feng’s disgruntled expression.

A stretched white Lincoln limousine slowly pulled up and came to a halt at the main entrance.

Hearing this, everyone nodded earnestly. Since even Deacon Huang had said as much, the process of entering the sacred Spirit Pool must be fraught with peril.

The emergence of Spirit-Particle technology had been incredibly abrupt. In truth, if one thought about it carefully, even if the technology from the previous era had been lost in a world war, it would only have led to a massive regression, not the sudden birth of an entirely different branch of technology. The probability of such a thing was infinitely close to zero.

She stole a glance at the unrecognizable Jun Wuyan. With his face covered in bruises and swellings, he looked nothing like the stunning figure he once was; even his own mother would likely fail to recognize him now. Weiyang swallowed hard, rubbing her hands together in unease; even now, she could not believe that she was the one who had done this to him.

"Elder brother, if you have made your decision, then do as you say. You are the head of the family, and we support you," Zhang Yuanshan declared solemnly. Zhang Sui, standing nearby, nodded in agreement. Now that the three brothers were united, they had taken on the hot potato that was the Zhang family; what other obstacles were they afraid to face?

"You must be an idiot or a moron, otherwise you wouldn't have sent these animals, blinded by greed and stripped of their humanity, to their deaths!" Dong Hua’s eyes shot out a cold glint as he spoke loudly and with utter disdain.

"No, it’s dangerous inside the spatial fragments!" Xue Meng shouted when she heard the ghost fetus speak. Seeing its blood-colored egg-body rushing toward the rift, she cried out in alarm. Even an immortal from the upper realms would not dare to barge into a spatial rift! After all, the ghost fetus had played a significant role in Chen Fei’s awakening, and she felt a certain fondness for it.

"Bastard!" Bai Ling'er realized she had been played by Chen Xian and couldn't help but curse in anger before turning to leave.

Shui Yao was left speechless by her grandfather’s self-aggrandizement. She snorted coldly, "Grandfather, have you ever considered that what you see might not be the truth? Have you ever thought about where the crux of the Cao family’s current situation really lies?"

"To be honest, the Almighty Robot Company’s launch of Bajie—the first artificial intelligence—has put them at the absolute forefront of the world, and it has made me a fan of the company. Even though I can't afford a Bajie, I still visit the forum every day."

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The Fire Monk did not dare to linger. His figure swept over the molten lava, making his way toward another tunnel exit to escape the inferno.

Walking into the church, stepping onto the rain-slicked stairs, passing by red bricks adorned with clear water carvings, and moving through every archway, vault, and dome support—under the solemn and elegant green spherical spire, the pews were packed today. Everyone was dressed in formal attire, their faces filled with anticipation as they looked toward the front of the sanctuary.

Jing Rong relaxed his grip for a moment, then lowered his head to ask teasingly, "How exactly do you intend to pay them back in kind?" As the words left his lips, his expression suddenly stiffened.

Not watching American dramas or Hollywood movies would have no substantial impact on the public's life, but could anyone really live without the internet?

For the past few days, Niu Niu would jump onto Jiang Feng’s bed every night, speaking in a cute, milky voice about wanting to sleep with his uncle. Zhao Ruhe, unable to refuse him, let him sleep with Jiang Feng.

Seeing her casually produce three Foundation Establishment Pills without a hint of concern, she must surely hold a high status within her sect.

The follow-up activities for the sect-relocation ceremony were still underway. The Tianyin Sect understood the guests' intentions, and after the banquet concluded, a cultivator at the Unity stage opened an altar to preach to the invited guests. The visiting cultivators cherished this opportunity deeply.

Rong Che watched as Yan Qingzheng boarded the carriage, his mind wandering. He felt that his arrangements for the day had been a tactical error.

"Who exactly are you, and what is your purpose in causing such a disturbance at the wedding banquet of the Magistrate’s nephew?" another man, wearing a green gentleman’s cap, a green silk robe, and cloud-soled cloth shoes, barked indignantly.

"Ah!" Huo Jian clapped his hands. "Exactly!" He felt quite pleased, sensing that he had finally had a normal conversation with his son.

"There is a way, but it depends on who you decide to go to." Yan Xi deeply regretted the fact that he had once considered the Imperial Preceptor wise and had chosen to associate with him; it had been a grave miscalculation.

It was hardly a good situation. They were both equally vain, so how could their relationship be anything but strained? It was a miracle they hadn't started shouting already. Yet, they were both so talkative—in that, they were exactly alike. Look at what time it was, and they still had the leisure to discuss such things. Shouldn't he have gone to the mortal residence long ago to help him recover?

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But fighting two hundred-thousand-year-old soul beasts was akin to gods warring while mortals stood by to die.

"He really was hiding his strength?" Hearing Yun Long speak in such a way, cold sweat broke out on Yun Feng’s forehead. The strength Ling Han had already displayed was enough to defeat him within ten moves; if he were to unleash his full power, he might even be a match for the Sect Master.

"Go!" Ling Han flicked his finger. The talisman flew into the air and, as if suddenly imbued with life, soared like a bird in a specific direction.

Suddenly, the graveyard began to tremble. The corpses within clawed their way out, exiting the pits. Their bodies were draped in tattered, rotting flesh, looking both horrific and nauseating, while emitting a foul stench of decay.

"Ying'er, go to my room and get some silver; you're coming with me to see Grandpa Zhao," Shopkeeper Tao instructed weakly.

Ye Wushuang smiled coldly. A blade of flame suddenly appeared before Ouyang Hao, slicing him directly in two. Blood splattered like rain.

"What, does Xin'er not like it?" The Demon King looked up, his bright, clear eyes scanning me before he sat up on the bed.

Of course, if the Lister Group were to sabotage his business, that would be an entirely different matter.

From this, one could see that his Sword Immortal boss had a flaw: he loved to form cliques, and he insisted on being the leader.

Bai Yin’s upbringing was very strict; even as an adult, she remained under her parents' supervision. This time, she felt a restless urge to go to Song Tianji to see if she should act, never expecting that it would involve a threat to her own life.