Chapter 56

This feeling was far from unfamiliar; it was precisely how one's soul felt when occasionally injured by evil spirits in the underworld.

As soon as he stepped out of the car, Qin Junxi spotted Tao Yi waiting by the entrance, looking as though he had been expecting him.

Pan Wa's pursuit was not hard to guess; it was nothing more than "Origin Restoration"—in other words, becoming the new "Primordial Faith Monument." If this hypothesis was correct, then what the Demon Emperor had said about "there being no conflict between you and us" was also true. But upon second thought, Wei Xian wondered, was it really true?

However, looking at the people who had rushed out to protect the Huichuntang, a flash of startled doubt crossed Wang Dakai's eyes, quickly replaced by a deeper sense of admiration.

A pitch-black, lightless rift appeared in the void. I stepped out of the fissure in my fox form, my massive black body dragging ten tails that carved deep grooves into the snow. My deep, triangular eyes reflected the vast, boundless white snow all around; though my gaze carried a hint of languidness, my posture remained majestic and noble.

This person was naturally Fede Schone, a senior professor at the Academy of War. Dressed in formal attire with neatly styled hair and immaculate clothes, his gaze was exceptionally sharp and vibrant, radiating a sense of boundless vitality.

Having reached the Spirit Platform Realm, Lu Yu could now utilize a skill from his Feathering Divine Art known as "Absolute Defense." This skill could instantly generate a transparent barrier capable of withstanding a single attack of any form. Yet, while the skill sounded quite formidable, it simultaneously felt remarkably chicken-rib-like—tasteless to eat, yet a pity to throw away.

Although everything Huazhu said was correct, and his arrangements seemed airtight, Lu Shuangyang still felt as though some crucial issue had been overlooked... But what on earth could it be?

He tightened his grip on his long sword, then suddenly leaped forward, thrusting his blade toward the scroll.

Looking at the Mingxia fruit in his hand, its fragrance was so intoxicating that he really wanted to take a bite, but it was not prepared for him; it was meant for Lvrou.

While hanging out the laundry, this senior sergeant chatted with Zhu Xiangjun about quite a few of those "ghost" stories concerning the stone building.

The forest had long since lost its vitality. Towering ancient trees stood bare and leafless, pointing starkly toward the firmament. Even their trunks were hollowed out by woodworms to such an extent that they seemed ready to shatter at the slightest touch.

He leaped into the air like an eagle spreading its wings, swiftly charging out toward the exterior of the estate villa.

After all, since people had come to pay respects to the departed elder with such a grand spectacle, even strangers would need to receive them warmly and host these guests with utmost hospitality.

Following his routine wash, during breakfast, the young man unsurprisingly spotted that familiar figure in the dining room—the one who always came over looking for a free meal.

The rest of the team members were completely exhausted. Even if a world-marathon champion ran for half an hour with all their might, they would likely have no stamina left, let alone them.

Zhu Xiangjun was unwilling to admit that he had already smelled the scent and that his nose had recovered, so he claimed he had sensed it through a sneeze.

"Really? ... If you were to die, my life wouldn't be so bitter anymore," Qiu Ling said inexplicably, though judging by her expression, these words were not meant to curse Zhou Lin.

The Golden Crow transformed from toxic fire cast a glance at Di Jun, its eyes blazing with intense fury. Without a moment's hesitation, it spewed a torrent of roaring flames straight toward Di Jun.

There was an elusive, faint fragrance lingering around Xiahou Chenxiao. Breathing it in slowly coaxed away wakefulness. Wen Yukou felt her eyelids growing heavier and heavier, while the man's embrace was simply too comfortable—warm and broad—feeling as tender and soothing as moonlight even in the darkness.

Xu Lang's figure moved like an illusion, executing the Thirteen Styles of Clear Wind with a sword technique that felt both present and absent, thrusting directly toward Bai Suzhen.

When Hong Xuanji spoke, his fighting spirit was soaring and his morale high, making him look less like the current Grand Tutor and more like a high-spirited young general.

Staring at the Absol executing Swords Dance, Charizard's eyes shot out a crimson beam. The ray struck the Absol and instantly vanished.

"Greetings, Madam," the butler bowed obsequiously, not forgetting to closely scrutinize Jiuer along the way.

"In short, toward the end of that wealthy old merchant's life, even when he resorted to various means—coercion, intimidation, or pleading—to have the elves transform him into one of their kind, the elves still chose to refuse."

Precisely for this reason, if one focused the problem on "how he managed to do it," it was very easy to be misled and fall into a dead end. Much like the most useful demon auditing mechanism, which relies on big data to monitor behavior and determine whether motives have undergone an unreasonable and abrupt change—that is to say, a "psychological audit."

"Wind-Searing Sword Technique, Pale Moon Slash." Guo Yi poured her internal energy into the long sword in her hand. The weapon suddenly burst into a dazzling radiance, and a sword glare resembling a pale moon darted out from the blade, howling toward Mu Yi with an air-撕裂ing (air-tearing) edge.

His expression indeed revealed Xiao Yan's honesty and sincerity, and even stirred an impulse to entrust him with everything.

At first, the commoners coming timidly to collect grain were few in number. But once the precedent was set, and with people like Qin Jingsi and Chen Jing'er kindly distributing the grain as promised, those who received it returned to their villages and spread the word. Soon, the stream of commoners coming for grain became endless.

"I've finished my matches, can we go back now?" Lin Manman appeared to be speaking to Xia Ming, but in reality, she was addressing her senior martial brother, who was present at the venue but whom she hadn't managed to meet yet.

A gloomy aura resembling a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood washed over them, piercing straight through the bodies of everyone present.

With those words, without further hesitation, Ye Yun hoisted Ye Qinghuan onto his back and vanished swiftly into the horizon of the canyon.

Lin Fan's eyes were tightly shut as he sat cross-legged, appearing completely lifeless. Yet that wild pressure, seemingly bursting to break free from his body, was like a caged evil demon; once someone unlocked its shackles, it would unleash its true, terrifying power!

Although his private troops had expanded significantly compared to before, and his standing within Xu Shiji's army had risen markedly—making him one of the three principal commanders under Xu Shiji—who could blame him for still being just a general under Xu Shiji's command?

Benzi replied with absolute finality. Seeing that Benzi had agreed without authorization, Qing Mu'zhai furrowed his brow deeply but remained silent.

The mountain air was naturally chilly, and with the rain starting to fall, Xu Shiji—despite his youth and natural vigor—felt a chill set in once his post-workout sweat cooled down. He asked for an outer garment and draped it over his shoulders.