Chapter 122: Wiping Out the Settlement

Qi Qi pondered for a long time, vaguely recalling that it was Emperor Huang who had spoken rudely, but he could not quite remember the rest.

Wang Ye could not swim either. The moment he fell into the water, he realized he was continuously sinking. Knowing the outcome and the consequences, he did not struggle as his body plummeted.

As for Dugu Bai, Qian Sanyuan had fulfilled his promise. The Treasure Gathering Pavilion was the largest trading venue for magical artifacts in the Sheng Yu Kingdom. While it was difficult to purchase artifacts above the divine level, those below the soul-artifact level were common. The price of spirit artifacts was not cheap, and the finest among them were extremely expensive.

Zhe Weixu spoke to them about this colleague—a friend and junior whom he cared for—purely to vent his frustrations and dispel the silence and awkwardness of the journey.

"Bah! Even if I die, I won't let you have your way..." Before the vengeful spirit could finish, Xuan Chen struck him hard with a palm, leaving a glowing imprint of spiritual energy on his face.

In the small room, the dim, flickering light created a hazy atmosphere. The interior was decorated in an antique style, and a wisp of sandalwood smoke curled up from the censer, quiet and mysterious.

Ye Yu thought to herself, "I, the God Emperor of the Universe, am actually being lectured on basic knowledge." She knew that in her sealed state, she only possessed the strength of the early Body Refining stage—essentially just being stronger and more muscular than an ordinary person.

At this moment, He Zhiyuan had already driven Qin Kexia to the base in North City. There was a large open space there where he had long ago arranged for a plane to be parked. The day after tomorrow, he and Qin Kexia would return to Country F.

"Big Brother, what is the situation outside now?" Once Wang Xianzhi sat down, the Fourth Brother, unable to restrain himself any longer, asked hurriedly.

He Zhiqian detested such matters more than anything in his life, so he had people drive Ah Hua out, unexpectedly discovering Assistant Chen's secret in the process.

Su Beiwang leaned against the window, fiddling with a brand-new phone in his palm. His silhouette cast against the wall, his smile somewhat resembling that of Satan.

Ye Muyao’s eyes held a hint of a smile. She had long been suspicious of Yuchi Jin's identity but had never found a shred of evidence. Now that she had the chance to ask the person himself, she was naturally eager to verify her hypothesis.

"I only found out about your accident this morning. I called you nearly a hundred times. I was originally going to check every hospital one by one, and since your father-in-law is staying here, I started with this one," Jiang Yuanmo explained irritably.

Now, simply because Zhuxin had made a move to protect her master, Empress Chen intended to have her beaten to death. Such behavior clearly carried an air of retaliation and venting.

To ensure she wouldn't have to leave the Ji family and that her position would remain secure, what would it matter if she lowered her head just this once?

I gripped my jaw, pushing it from side to side, and only managed to close my mouth with great difficulty.

Since Ye Muyao was aware of the filth within the manor, she naturally intended to stir up trouble. She summoned her maid, Biyu, and told her to find A Shi to obtain a third-rate, lowly drug.

"What are you doing? What do you want? If you have a problem, come at me! Are you even a man?" Ye Zifeng said, both terrified and furious, his body writhing on the ground.

She actually spoke such words to him without any restraint; was she tired of living?

Without knowing the intentions of the Maoshan Sect, with three hundred people being besieged by a thousand, the odds of winning were low. To be so high-profile and invite disaster upon themselves seemed rather unwise.

But I did not move; I did nothing. I placed those three pages of manuscript along with the envelope at the bottom of the box, and that long poem became my "buried treasure."

Seeing this, Tang Zhong shook his head speechlessly. He realized his words just now had been in vain. Resigned, he thought of another method and asked the latter to take out his mobile phone.

After the time it takes to steep half a cup of tea, the head of the Alchemy Hall of the Hehuan Sect slowly emerged and returned to his seat.

After all of this, Luo Chuan was teetering on the edge of a mental breakdown. At this moment, he felt like Sun Wukong thrown into the alchemy furnace, or perhaps a piece of fine alchemical material, trapped between internal and external fires, as if he might be reduced to ash at any moment.

Tang Zhong heard a voice that sounded somewhat familiar—it was Xu Zheng, the director of the First Division of National Security, whom he had met before.

Luo Chuan stepped into the light screen at the entrance of the cave dwelling. Ripples spread across his body, and almost at the same time, two figures appeared before his eyes.

These floating islands, whether steep and strange, exquisite and beautiful, rugged and terrifying, flat as a platform, or thin as a sword, were all world-class geological wonders. Those stone islands, each with its own distinct posture and vivid form, were truly breathtaking.

This question had actually been circling in my mind for a long time. Ever since Chen Hong told me this afternoon that I looked very much like her brother, and then quietly burst into tears for no reason, I had wanted to ask her this.

Thirty-two contestants would be ranked from high to low based on the time it took them to successfully escape the Nine-Path Secret Chamber.

It was with this in mind that Liu Pan withdrew his hand at that instant. It was not that he wanted to give up, but that he wanted to withstand the initial stage of this lightning tribulation—which he did not deem too dangerous—using only his physical strength.

Qi Tian did not want to go to that barbecue, but since it was a class activity and everyone was going, it would not be good for him to stay behind.

Hyomin swallowed the food in her mouth and looked at Li Chao, saying, "They won't arrive until tomorrow afternoon. Someone will be there to pick them up." Li Chao nodded and asked no more.

"Let's go, Nagato, Mutsu, and Yamato," Ivan followed, speaking to the three ship-girls in front of him.

There were several houses surrounding the courtyard, all looking antique on the outside, as if one had returned to ancient times in an instant.

"I... I want to go with you too." Upon hearing this, Hu Mei bit her lip and looked at Lin Yifeng, saying softly.

Hearing his cousin's reprimand, the red-haired man dared not even take a deep breath; he immediately shrank his neck and retreated.

I curled my body up tightly, wrapping myself in the quilt until only my eyes were exposed, watching my surroundings vigilantly, as if a dark ghost were lurking in every corner, observing me wantonly.

"As long as he survives this battle, I will promote him to a battalion commander," Liao Hua said without looking up. Even when mentioning life and death, his tone remained extremely relaxed.

At the beginning, Yan Feng had been thinking about how to draw the Source Array. Later, he thought drawing a single line would suffice, but now, alas, he would be very gratified if he could just draw a single dot on the white paper.