Volume 1, Chapter 54: Nothingness? No, a Stellar Core!

Xinghai City, on the top floor of the Paranormal Safety Bureau.

Two high-ranking officials were deep in a heated discussion over a scroll laid out on the table.

One was a cultured-looking middle-aged man holding a book.

The other was gaunt and aged in appearance, dressed in a white shirt with long white hair combed back.

The scroll before them was densely covered with black sword scars.

"Elder Qin, take a look. Aren't these sword scars the result of the perfect fusion of divine intent, something only a top-tier swordsmaster could unleash?"

The middle-aged man pointed at the scroll, asking the old man beside him with an excited expression.

"Even Jiang Xiu says it's from a top-tier swordsmaster, so it shouldn't be wrong."

The old man slowly sipped his tea as he spoke. "However, to witness it with one's own eyes..."

This place was also the headquarters of the Heavenly Blade Sect back in the day. A thousand years ago, it was precisely to guard this very land that the disciples of the Heavenly Blade Sect fought desperately and wave after wave, paying an incomparably heavy price to stubbornly hold off the vastly more powerful Divine Demon Sect, ultimately laying the foundation for a tripartite division of the realm.

Now, with Wei Yuanli giving his personal guarantee as a member of Prime Minister Wei's estate, this matter actually held some hope.

Even if he were to truly encounter a formidable enemy, he wasn't particularly worried about mortal danger to himself, though he couldn't guarantee he would be able to protect his subordinates and soldiers.

As the two fought on, both grew genuinely furious. In an instant, the entire Flowery Garment Alley flashed with cold light, the clanging of long swords ringing out incessantly, causing the watchdog to bark wildly at the sound and waking up a crowd of townspeople.

He pushed the door open with a silly grin, placed the items on the table, and hurriedly walked into the bedroom to check on his elderly mother, with Shen Yue following closely behind.

Suddenly, a river spirit appeared out of thin air; much like the previous monk, its entire body was exuding a dense aura of deep grievance.

The monster on the 41st floor was a type of ghost known as Shadow-Follower, and its body was transparent, just like the previous ghosts.

***

Li Qiang spread his hands. "Mom, don't even mention how disgusting that job was. I had no choice but to fire my boss," he said with a grievance-laden expression. "I've always said I'm best suited to starting my own business and being my own boss. With my IQ and management skills, I can make money in a matter of minutes." He seized the opportunity to pitch his grand internal vision.

Whenever she smiled and casually crooking a finger at a man, there were bound to be plenty of suitors willing to spend a fortune on her.

To say Qi Ji was unlucky would be an understatement; she was far inferior to Taiwei, who managed to forge a marital alliance with a prestigious family like the Murong clan of Luoyi.

Was this meant as an inquiry about his hands? Cao Ping was quite puzzled as to why Sister Dao was suddenly in the mood to chime in. In the past, she wouldn't have cared what he was doing at all. Nevertheless, he picked up his chopsticks with lingering curiosity, wiped them clean, and holding one in each hand, gently tapped the tips against Sister Dao's chopsticks.

"Time has been controlled..." Because of the Soul Stone, Bruce's soul would not forget everything that had happened prior. Time had reversed for just an instant—not long, merely the span of a teleportation, coupled with the single moment of raising a hand.

Just as they were about to turn around, they heard a deafening engine roar echoing from the other end of the mutated wildcats.

"Young Master, although our army's numbers have grown, which seems like a good thing on the surface, if we think about it carefully, we are also facing quite a few problems!" Qin Huaishan said with a straight face.

Once she lost Old Madam Qi's favor, Concubine Cui would be left with nowhere to turn, which was why she would never resort to such a self-defeating method of destroying the enemy at the cost of her own destruction.

"Just this little thing?" Jiang Shi smiled, raised the slip in his hand, turned it sideways, pinched it with both hands, and casually tore the slip in half.

"These must be the scouts you sent out!" The several Xianbei tribesmen forced the two bound captives to their knees.

However, because the other questers were directly teleported to the dungeon and appeared in the city out of thin air, when the aboriginal residents of the dungeon discovered the traces of these questers via surveillance footage, their immediate suspicion was that these six intruders were actually robots.

Ma Xiong stared fixedly at Zhang Quyi with an extremely bizarre expression. The crucial point was that this fellow kept taking sips of water, swallowing with loud gulps—an ordinary person would probably have their hair stand on end.

Seeing this, the white-clad middle-aged man wore a deep smile at the corners of his mouth, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

Dao Yuxin asked, "Which sect and school in the Central Plains does Master Shuoying hail from?" As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent, listening quietly to what Dao Yuxin had to say.

"It's done!" Wang Jinlun rejoiced inwardly. This was precisely the effect he wanted, and it was only because he had thoroughly figured out Dong Yanrichao's temperament that he dared to act this way.

"No, no." Gao Wei repeatedly waved his hands, signaling the Skeleton servants on the boat to come down and receive the passengers. They hoisted Chen Qi onto the large ship together and settled him in completely before finally letting out a sigh of relief and brewing a pot of tea for everyone.

***

Su Mu wished he could strangle this moody, vicious girl, but in the end, he reined himself in. Having witnessed Wu Huarong's methods and recalling the death of Chen Zhenshan, he ultimately let out a soft sigh.

"We can only go find out to know for sure. After all, we can't rule out the possibility that someone grew tired of the urban hustle and bustle and prefers returning to simplicity! By the way, did your people find out where President Wang's hometown is?" Uncle Kong asked.

After leaving the hospital room, Uncle Kong said he wouldn't go to the shop today, but would instead go home to get a good day's rest. I figured Uncle Kong was exhausted to the limit as well.

Hearing this, Lady Ren raised her eyes and swept a glance at Fu Jun. Her gaze flickered, carrying an undisguised look of suspicion.

Yet now, even if the cultivators' association attached importance to this intelligence, they had no energy to deal with it, because another event had transpired during this period, which likewise became one of the reasons Luo Lan was forced to postpone her itinerary.

Before the frail old man could walk over, he saw Bai Yunshu casually pull out two medium-grade source stones and toss them into the other's hands.

In the blink of an eye, it was three o'clock in the afternoon. The weather was quite cooperative; although it remained overcast, neither rain nor snow had fallen yet—a major characteristic of Jiangcheng's winter, where it could stay gloomy and overcast for days on end.

Once they clapped the two stones together, the powder from the stones drifted down onto Sun Haochi's body, after which they retreated several meters away to begin observing.

As a result, Black Ice's angry roar echoed directly in his mind, scuttling him into a panicked, dejected retreat toward the back.

"No, all of us heading to the city share the surname Ke. In our language, Ke means guardian," Ke Li explained.

He had been slightly worried just a moment ago, knowing that if the young lady wanted to imitate someone else's medicine, her replicas were always dead-on, often with even greater efficacy. The Soul Concealment Temple and the Medicine God Valley had enjoyed a deeply friendly relationship for many years. Brewing and selling counterfeit Nine-Turn Golden Elixirs would likely jeopardize that friendship.

He summoned the two spirit avatars out of his body and studied the one with closed eyes closely for a long time without making any discoveries. Just as he was about to recall the spirit avatar back into his body, it suddenly opened its eyes and looked at him.

Yet Chenchen and Meijing always felt that the young lady kept them at arm's length, unlike her intimacy with Huahao and Yueyuan. The young lady disliked crowds, and ordinarily, only Huahao and her companion were allowed to stay in the bedchamber to serve. The two senior maidservants rarely had the chance to step into the young lady's room on ordinary days.