Chapter 80: Nuwa's Sermon

When everyone had finished their selections, Di Cang stepped forward as the last. Concentrating his spirit, he manifested a wondrous force of chaos outside his body, which resonated perfectly with the power of the Primordial Gourd Vine.

As expected, Di Cang’s innate path responded to the vine, granting him the seventh gourd—a crimson Gourd of Scattered Souls and Red Sand. Di Cang circulated his magical power, refining it through ritual, and after some time—

“I’ll speak with Dad and Mom when the time comes,” Xiao Zaicheng said to Zhou Xiao with understanding.

The two sides’ junglers, without a direct confrontation, engaged in a remote contest, and the result was that the marksman’s dominance in the wilderness proved superior.

She knew Lu Mofeng had gone to Germany, and perhaps he would never return, but Wuyou still wanted to ask.

She loved her adoptive parents, loved Wang Guisheng and his nephew, loved Jiangzhou Bank. This love was as deep and unforgettable as the hardships she had endured, etched into her soul, never to be erased.

“Hmph, my Yinguang is so gentle and refined—who could possibly be worthy of you?” Gu Qing paid him no mind, speaking to herself.

The sounds of firearms clashing and bullets being loaded intertwined, and with the first gunshot, all the factories were alerted. Yet the special police who had already infiltrated lay in wait; when those men hurried down the iron stairs with pistols in hand, they rushed forward and pinned them to the ground.

“You all know who I am,” List said calmly. “Though I do not know who you are, I know you are all citizens of my Moren City.

“No, let’s go back! If you can continue with your work, do so. If not, then think of something else to do.”

Fan Kuan was especially adept at painting landscapes, bringing forth fresh ideas and establishing his own school, and was esteemed as one of the three great masters of the Northern Song.

Yet, unfortunately, this honor was not given to Dong Mengwei, but to another.

Loki opened his mouth, yet nothing came out. He could be fierce with Odin, with Thor, with any other Asgardian, but Frigg was always the exception.

The pillow was soft enough; it was no great matter, only his nose stung from the blow, and he let out a loud sneeze.

Lin Chao certainly wasn’t among them; from the moment he opened his eyes, he had been asking three classic questions.

After the video finished playing, the screen was enveloped in darkness, no light, only the sound of water dripping on the floor—not knowing if it was red—forming a river of blood.

Fu Hua opened the bag to find it filled with dried shrimp, mussels, and a tightly wrapped black object in plastic film. From its material and texture, it was clear it was smoked pork hanging from the kitchen ceiling back home, blackened by smoke and fire, all essential ingredients for making salted rice.

“If the tiger doesn’t show its might, do you think it’s a cat?” In the car emblazoned with Glorious Racing Team’s logo, Wang Chaochen sat arrogantly behind the wheel.

“This time, is Nirvana’s fall rated as class A?” Max, realizing the gravity of the situation from his words, asked with a cautious expression.

The odds of survival under grenade threat were slim, but Zhang Liang was considering whether to take a gamble.

The scholar watched for a while, then thought he ought to look for the willow tree with the blue scarf buried beneath it. With this in mind, he feigned a trip to the restroom and walked toward the grove, entering among the willows, striving to recall.

Once inside, he found it was another world—a grand hall unfolded before him, no less than a luxurious conference chamber, fully equipped with every electrical device imaginable.

“Who are you? I advise you not to meddle! Otherwise, we won’t be polite!” the burly American growled menacingly at the young man.

Qingyun knew that when the tribulation arrived, there would be nine bolts of heavenly lightning, each stronger than the last. To withstand them all was to endure Heaven’s punishment and gain recognition. Clearly, Black Three had easily passed the first bolt.

Huan Xi straightened her body, glanced at the earth dusted with thin white snow, then bowed slightly to the king, who emerged supported by attendants, draped in a fox fur cloak.

If someone purchased a large amount of shares, Dragon Soaring Company could change hands, exposing it to economic and personal threats from enemies. Thus, mortgaging was highly inadvisable.

“Enough talk!” The policeman snorted coldly, seized Yan Wuke directly, and hauled him onto the police car. Poor Yan Wuke was thus taken away to the station without understanding what had happened.

“Did you come up with a good idea?” Lady Lily asked Wu Xuanming, doubting him as he revealed a wicked smile.

It took another month and a half to find the enormous sword the Heavenly Pearl had spoken of, as large as a mountain. The sword was colossal and striking.

“Hmph! When have I, Jiang Lan, ever lied? Jiang Diao, are you afraid your reign as monarch won’t last much longer?” Jiang Lan snorted lightly, clearly displeased with Emperor Diao.

“All right, I understand. You may leave now.” Seeing Hu Zi open his mouth as if to ask something, Lin Luoying quickly waved him out.

“Sigh.” Lin Lei sighed, taking off her clothes and trousers, then grabbing a bath towel to wrap her graceful figure and legs that could captivate any man, stepping into the bathroom.

The two sat on the sofa nearby. Rao Wei’s expression was somewhat stiff, while Zhang Yifang watched him with a smile in his eyes.

Thus, even if Long Yan was a hero, he was a hero bound. He appeared imposing, but would accomplish little.

A terrifying aura erupted from Qiongqi, black demonic energy soared skyward, shrouding the entire sky like dark clouds. In an instant, one could not see their hand before their face, and that divine might pressed heavily upon all present.

“No plans—after moving, we’ll eat at Duoduo’s house. Why, do you have plans?” Zhao Tiezhu asked.

“What? He deliberately made me use the Thunder Command? What is he up to?” Feng Buhui exclaimed in shock.

The seven, unable to suppress their anger, were about to act when footsteps sounded at the stairwell—clearly, their reinforcements had arrived.

And so Long Mo was lost, for his wounds were too grave. Luo Shuiyao and Mu Yunfeng both fell unconscious, and when they awoke, they found themselves in this lush, thriving forest, utterly bewildered.

Yu looked at the Marquis and said, “Very well. If that’s the case, there’s no need for me to stay any longer.” With that, Yu turned and flew away.

Fortunately, the law he comprehended was profound—the power of life and death, possessing great might. It protected his body, allowing him to be buried underground and thus to regenerate.

While You Jingyan and the others waited anxiously inside, great changes indeed unfolded outside.