Enter the Immortal Path, Master a Hundred Arts Chapter 52: Possessing Luo Hu!

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“I came here to attend the Immortal Sects Assembly.” Ye Chuchen’s voice remained utterly devoid of fluctuation.

That was also why some spectators, even with the first round nearing its end, still had not fully recovered their senses—or had only just begun to.

Kude was on the verge of tears, cursing inwardly: Just wait until I make my comeback. I swear I’ll kill that foul woman.

The man was none other than Fu Jun, whom she had encountered in Tenghe Town. That alone would have been bad enough, but the horse beneath him was an official mount.

A handsome young man suddenly emerged from the side. He had sharp brows and bright, star-like eyes, and an icy, detached air clung to him from head to toe. A jade flute was tucked at his waist.

So that was why her master had insisted on improving the antidote. He must have been unwilling to let Liunian awaken and then suffer the agony of discovering that her child was gone.

The moment Leng Lingyun heard that his spirit could be restored, he hesitated no longer. He immediately held his breath and focused his mind, opening every channel in his body capable of absorbing power and drawing it in frantically. Gradually, he seemed to enter a state of complete selflessness.

“The dogs are barking again. Why have you let a few more out? From the sound of it, they’re still in heat.” Yang Xia continued mocking them with a cold expression.

The remark caused an uproar. The curses grew louder, and Yang Xia’s infuriating tongue successfully drew the hatred of the crowd. Before long, the area before the mountain gate was packed with disciples of the Heavenly Heart Sect, all glaring at him.

Beyond the Imperial District lay the Central District, where members of the empire’s government worked and lived. The magic legions and riot-control forces were stationed there as well.

After work, he would return home, climb into his panoramic gaming pod, and spend half the night playing a fully immersive game called Tamriel.

“Creation gives birth to all things. It can shape Heaven and Earth and establish order in the universe. Your Spiritual Platform has only just opened, and you are still far from the realm of creation. However, being able to make a tree blossom and bear fruit means you have already gained a preliminary glimpse into the chapter on creation and life in the Scripture of Creation.”

The Ancestor of the Heavenly Heart Sect patiently answered him. Yang Xia’s outstanding performance over the past half month had impressed him somewhat.

“Where?” Lin Jinghuan asked as she lifted Yu Leyao into her arms. She spread her lips in a beautiful smile, though something eerie lurked within it.

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Huahuan did not know whether it was merely her imagination, but she felt that Li Zeri seemed to be grieving—and that it was because of her.

Because Warm Nuan’s lovingly prepared food had affected her performance on the first day of the competition, causing her to lose points on the final major question, Doris truly came to hate Warm Nuan.

That night, Yu Feiwan sat dazed before the flickering candlelight. A familiar presence suddenly appeared, pulling her back to her senses.

At that, Su Lin seemed to remember something. A trace of embarrassment flashed across her face, and she hurriedly fell silent.

The view outside the window changed from the warmth of spring and blooming flowers to a world of heavy snowfall. The cycle from spring to winter repeated three times in succession.

“All right, I already know all that. You don’t need to remind me. I know what to do! Hurry up and split your soul origin into two!” Liu Chuan said.

While I was thinking about it, several workers carried over another statue together. It was caked with dirt and looked dull and gray. I took off my coat and dusted the dirt from it, finally getting a clear look at its entire form.

He could not describe the sensation. It was as though someone had brought a heavy hammer down hard upon the crown of his head. Only minutes earlier, the masked man who had kidnapped him and brought him to Dana from countless miles away had been cleanly killed by a stray bullet.

I said, “Bai Kai, tell me—were you in cahoots with Qin Yiheng? You always knew where he was, didn’t you? If you’ve been hiding anything from me, I’ll make you say goodbye to this world. Do you understand?”

Yet Xie Shurong’s remark—“The most perfect one, bar none”—had eliminated every other teammate from consideration.

While climbing upward, my arm scraped against the side of my face, leaving it aching for a long while. When I finally pulled myself up and lowered my arm, I was instantly struck dumb.

The two of them continued chatting as though no one else existed. Su Fengzi seemed to be giving Wang Chao a way out, but her voice was so loud that she was clearly speaking for Wang Chao to hear.

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Before I could react, my father had already dragged me downstairs. My uncle called after him several times, but he ignored him completely.

With that, Shao Shaohua ended the call. Wu Jingfeng had already stepped forward and pressed the elevator button for him.

The purpose of putting on that act, aside from buying time, was mainly to find out who exactly wanted to harm him.

By the time Chen An and the others left the training ground, they saw doctors and nurses carrying Fan Tianlei and rushing him toward the command room.

Yelü Mingfeng exerted force through his feet. His posture was as steady as a pine, his body seeming rooted to the ground, utterly unmoving.

“Of course, Ling Hai. Let’s go. You lead the way.” Shi Jianjun gave Ling Hai a serious look before answering.

At that moment, the meteor hammer in Corgi’s hand and Hack’s short blade had both struck the target’s head. When the threads exploded apart, the face of the Dread Ghost Emperor appeared before them. An overwhelming terror surged into their hearts, and in that instant, they seemed to see the green monster Xu Rui had transformed into.

“Master, Senior Brother, what are you doing?”

Leng Mo stood there holding a plate of egg-drop soup, staring in bewilderment at the strange behavior of his master and senior brother. He did not realize that, in the eyes of everyone else, he himself was the strangest one of all.

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