Chapter 79: All Is Ready, Awaiting Only Friday

The private room measured a hundred square meters, with one wall designed as a folding bamboo blinds window. At this moment, the blinds were raised, revealing an unobstructed view of the lush, vibrant green shrubbery in the landscaping area, vivid in Xie Yunji’s eyes.

“This way, please.” The waiter’s inviting voice snapped him back to reality.

The relationship between Lu Qingfei and Xie Yunji was exceedingly subtle. Their contact was infrequent, yet the bond of being fellow disciples was deeply rooted.

The aloof and reserved eldest senior brother was fiercely protective—one of those who would outwardly scorn and disdain, yet always stand before you as your first shield against adversity.

The initial challenge before him was how to rescue Kong Xuan without attracting the attention of the two sages.

Meanwhile, the madam of the brothel noted that Zhu Ming and his companions appeared easygoing, so she relaxed her cautious demeanor and employed every trick at her disposal, pouring wine, urging them to eat, and summoning the newly arrived girls to attend to the distinguished guests.

As long as he could preserve the life of Guo Jia, Cao Cao’s most trusted advisor, and foresee the critical turning point of the battle, defeat could be avoided, and history changed.

Unfortunately, whether it was Edmond, Harden, or Selkirk, all were men with the most typical, savage pirate temperaments. They cared nothing for strange, philosophical reasoning; all they knew was that whoever crossed them would never catch their breath again.

“Where do you think you’re going!” Qin Hai swiftly gave chase, but before he could reach the ground, he saw that the man had already chopped off two legs of the stilted house and was working on the third. The stilted house immediately tilted to one side, on the verge of collapse.

This scream completely agitated all the surrounding venomous creatures. First, the long poisonous snake in her hand suddenly contracted, then turned and bit her right on the neck.

When the navy entered the parliament building, the elderly nobles with graying hair clutched the hands of Garp and the other vice admirals, unable to speak through their tears—a scene that brought everyone to the verge of weeping.

Zhou Batian felt his heart brighten. His eldest brother’s body was destroyed, leaving only the nascent soul—didn’t that mean the whole family was doomed?

When he reached the third deck, Qiao Wei, Xiao Lingling, and even Anna were waiting for him, with Selina by their side.

The young man with dyed hair squatting in the corner spoke in a lazy, insolent tone that made Mohanton frown slightly.

Yingyi kept eating, but her ears caught every word without missing a syllable. Upon hearing that sensitive term, her eyebrows involuntarily arched—“she,” who was she?

The cauldron suppressing the demons crashed down like a meteor, while the blood lotus blossomed, connecting heaven and earth with its leaves. When they collided, the grandest sound became silent, the greatest shape invisible. The entire Demon Mountain space seemed to freeze, and then an unprecedented shockwave swept outward, shaking the whole realm.

After speaking, the two suddenly unleashed immense pressure, freezing Bing Ning and Wu Yong so they could not move. With a casual wave of their hands, two flying swords struck Bing Ning and Wu Yong, the force no less than a full-force blow from an early-stage Foundation cultivator. Yet, to his surprise, neither Bing Ning nor Wu Yong died.

Thinking, his gaze shifted to the figure outside the court, just a fleeting glance before he withdrew it. Then, he stood firm, swung the racket, and with a dull thud, the tennis ball shot back like a beam of light, the wind it stirred whistling fiercely.

In fact, Su Muchen had been on the scene during the first episode’s recording, quietly observing everyone on stage from the sidelines.

Qingyue turned warily, found nothing, then looked toward the palace doors, yet again saw nothing.

At that moment, the spirit creature swayed its tail and slid out from Hanlai’s sleeve. It shifted from invisible to transparent, then turned red and white.

The seven or eight meters of illusory surroundings were struck; though the ghostly atmosphere enveloping the retro street was not broken, many shadowy figures of people and cars twisted and faded, blurring the line between reality and illusion.