Chapter 61 (Planet X1): Dual Core

Totem spirits of the plant variety are much like the sentient flora in xianxia tales—before reaching a certain level, they cannot move freely at all. The domain of the totem worshipped by the Greatwood Tribe is far more limited than Che Chen’s, whose divine territory covers the entire Dongning Island; this totem can only extend its influence over the native settlements on both the mountain and at its foot.

After Guan Yu finished his conversation, the two of them waited for the elevator. As soon as the doors slid open, a graceful figure swept past them and slipped directly into the executive elevator.

After much debate, the scattered dwarven strongholds, along with the human and half-elf settlements and human cities, decided to form a federal nation together. This was the birth of the renowned Silvermoon Federation.

“Nervous? I’ve struck his sleep acupoint,” Jiang Xue replied coldly, then inserted a second needle.

He’d watched Ye Tianxiao for over half a year already, but by now, Ye Tianxiao had long slipped from his mind.

The newcomers to the group, aside from a few old shamans of limited talent, were mostly those seeking to earn merit—just like the second-generation officers in the army, joining up to pad their résumés and polish their reputations.

According to Wu Xing’s explanation, Che Chen understood that possessing this token was tantamount to having a pass to the domain of the divine. It meant he could cast spells freely within Salt City without fear of investigation or punishment by the authorities.

Taking a few quick steps to avoid the two “warriors” still locked in battle, Che Chen knocked on the office door.

Just as the system had described, this was the modern era—but unlike the ordinary present, it concealed two kinds of people.

Lin Zhao didn’t bother reading the rest; the title alone made him frown, his mind wholly occupied by it.

“There’s a mechanism here; inside the wall is a hidden passage, likely filled with black oil,” Gu Xinyue remarked, tapping her head in the direction of Qin Qi and Qin Moxian as she glanced back at them.

Spectators weren’t done watching the commotion when, to their surprise, members of the Alchemists’ Guild slunk away dejectedly, leaving everyone even more curious.

“Your Highness, I can’t help but feel uneasy about this matter,” the crown prince’s trusted advisor said.

Everyone nodded in agreement. I thought to myself: no one would willingly volunteer to bring this up. Such things—when they happen to others, you might gossip and joke about it, but when you experience it yourself, you just want to forget. Only after enough time has passed can you talk about it as if it were nothing.

As soon as they got out of the car, Nanny Zhang and Uncle Liu hurried to greet them. Uncle Liu helped carry the luggage, while Nanny Zhang beamed with joy. No matter what the rumors, she had always believed the young master was healthy. Now that he was willing to get married—one day, he’d have a child, and after she died, she wouldn’t be ashamed to see the late lady of the house.

The main hall, Room Seventy, was nothing extraordinary. Objectively, it was imposing yet refined, without any gaudy carved balustrades or valuable paintings and antiques. Like the reception rooms of other affluent families, it was spacious and well-lit, leaving nothing to question.

“Well struck!” Wu Shan called out, clapping his hat under his arm and applauding enthusiastically.

Song Yun was removed from the dank stone cell where he had been held. Since he was about to marry, and would soon be their son-in-law, they could no longer treat him as they had before.

Wang Yu’s ethereal voice drifted in from outside Moon Demon Palace, but inside, the demon guards were already in chaos. All the demon generals patrolling outside had been slain, including two demon kings.

Huang Huanling’s expression instantly changed. “I don’t care,” she snapped, then dragged Xia Yingying off into the distance.

Just as the three brothers of the Underworld Rat Demon brooded in despair, in the rolling sea of flowers, countless energy motes like fireflies surged wildly toward the life-seed blooming high in the air.

On the summit of Mount Taixuan, midnight brought deep silence. Since the mountain-guarding formation had been activated, neither the heads of the various peaks nor any other disciples had visited Golden Sword Grotto even once.

A terrifying storm of divine energy swept through, yet, strangely, the Divine Herb remained untouched by the raging winds.

At the same time, over a thousand translucent mist spirits dissolved into vapor, sweeping out to kneel and worship.

Cang Changxiang acted without hesitation, flicking his wrist to send out two message talismans that transformed into twin points of white light and vanished into the sky to the left and right.

Behind a newly opened door, not long after, Yaxike realized the approaching vehicle was a sedan, and the first to step out was none other than Lin Xuyang.

Subconsciously, Tang Yi suspected Lingwu might be a top-ranked figure from some palace, hence his awareness of the hidden Saint-level expert. That expert had just sent a transmission to warn him: two Saint-level experts from the Demon Heaven Palace were also hiding in the shadows. If they wanted to target Lingwu, they’d have to wait until they reached the Nether Abyss.

With Luo Chen joining them, Sun Haolun and the others felt their strength and confidence swell. Wielding their secret techniques, they pressed forward with heavy momentum.

As the Magicians attacked, Qin Yang once again exploited a mismatch, this time going up against Wesley Matthews on defense.

Similar incidents were unfolding across New York and the world, each one a brutal tragedy hidden among the daily accidents that drew little attention.