Chapter 59: The Spiritual Ore Vein

The two of them should be safe for the time being. The priority now is to ensure one's own escape to a safe place, and then figure out a way to come back for them. Hu Yi needed to contact Natasha, but the surroundings were still pitch black. He had to keep his weary eyes wide open, fixed firmly ahead, and dared not spare a moment to make a phone call.

One must realize that bringing down Xu Jianghai was no easy feat; the energy and cost they had to expend would likely far exceed their imagination. Although everyone was overjoyed by Jiahe's return, she had actually become a source of concern for Zhang Yixuan.

Song Jingchen's collapse was too sudden, and given the grave prognosis given by the physician, everyone had already prepared to keep watch here through the night.

In the end, not a single one of the four remained behind. Tuanzi walked at the very front, and as soon as they left the cave, wolves circled behind them to form a tight encirclement.

"Our Patriarch has already given instructions. Elder Zhang may enter directly without the need for an announcement. Please!" a Foundation Establishment disciple said with a smiling face.

Judging by the numerical designation, Shangguan Jin belonged to the fifty-seventh floor, and the people pursuing Shangguan Feiyan alongside him naturally also belonged to the fifty-seventh floor.

"When you go to the Holy Shrine tomorrow, do you have enough traveling expenses on hand? Did your mother give you money beforehand?" Ling Aoran suddenly recalled.

Therefore, Bai Jiang was currently in no mood to deal with these rural outposts; he was urgently eager to know Cao Cao's current intentions and Taishi Ci's condition.

Accompanied by a resounding shout, Di Guanglei unleashed a "Step Forward, Parry and Punch" technique, slamming it directly toward the old frontiersman's chest.

The entire Yellow Turban army fell into a brief trough of low morale, while the imperial court's forces surged in spirit. As one side waned and the other waxed, the Yellow Turban army retreated step by step.

Holding his mobile phone in his left hand, he browsed the Jinghe University forum, checking for any useful information.

Instantly, the bustling grand hall fell into absolute silence. Over twenty pairs of eyes stared fixedly at Chen Jiuyou, as if he had done something deeply astonishing.

Ning Qingyu's face flushed red as she remembered how immersed she had been on stage just moments ago, to the point that she had forgotten he was sitting right in the audience—and in the front row, no less... Wait! If he recognized her from the front row, then what about others...?

Roughly speaking, facial disguise required preparing a mask beforehand. Such masks needed to be made from special materials—very thin and incapable of deformation through kneading, yet certain to tear if subjected to forceful pulling or tugging.

Min Jie looked at Granny Zhang's honest and simple face and suddenly smiled; being able to help her brought her genuine happiness.

Yet there was no alternative. They could not simply sit and wait for death, waiting for the Ghost clan to strike before taking action, as that would result in even more innocent lives suffering.

"Commander Chen is both talented and handsome, possessing the elegance of a jade tree and formidable martial arts. How could anyone not recognize you?" the Rending Wolf flattered with a servile smile.

The moment Ning Qingyu squatted down, the crowd held their breath in anticipation, while Shang Yi, who had disliked this truth-or-dare game from the very beginning, averted his gaze early on, unwilling to witness that scene.

The university students watching the match were dumbfounded, suspecting either that they were still half-asleep or that they were watching some absurd basketball web drama.

"One thousand bottles of Tier 1 health potions. If you pay a deposit, I will throw in an additional one thousand bottles of Tier 1 mana potions with a comparable effect," Xia Muxing said, pulling out another mana potion sample and handing it over.

Those three were naturally no match for Xian Dongyu. Furthermore, Xian Dongyu had no intention of exchanging pleasantries, defeating and striking them down to the ground within just a few moves.

Upon hearing Lin Chao's words, Ma Deyu was nearly furious enough to faint. This scoundrel had profited yet still dared to flaunt it before him?

Su Qing did not know what was wrong with herself; her entire body lacked strength. The moment she fell idle, the energy drained out of her, leaving her feeling utterly bored.

Zhu Bajie nibbled on a cucumber while watching the spectacle. Remembering that his master felt a certain tension toward this tiger spirit, he kept his eyes glued strictly on him.

The Mohist school and the Hundred Schools of Thought launching a rebellion was practically a settled conclusion, leaving no need for further speculation.

It was the collective embodiment of the Demon race's will, resembling a product pieced together from countless Demon beings.

Lu Yuan had every reason to suspect that, if given the chance, Gu Qingshi might even prefer licking his whitening-cream-treated arm.

During the distribution of tasks, Liu Qi perceived certain oversights in Pang De's arrangement and brought them to light, placing them on the table for everyone to discuss.

Suddenly, he soared into the air without even needing to look, flicking two silver needles toward two entirely different directions.

After seeing off his grandfather, Lu Yuan went to the Imperial Capital. Because of his outstanding academic performance and unusual family background, he was selected as a recipient for financial aid—and the benefactor at the time was none other than Elder Lu.

Mu Chen was entirely unaware of the main system's inner thoughts. Upon discovering that the spatial dimension had upgraded, she immediately went to report the good news to Commander Meng and everyone else.

However, saving people was nothing out of the ordinary for Rock. Nowadays, if he walked into a village, a good majority of the inhabitants would trigger flashback animations with him.

If immortal sect disciples wished to avoid detours when passing through this region, they would essentially fly across it on their swords at breakneck speed.

Before the grand sacrificial ceremony had even begun, the winds of socialism had already swept through every single beastman of the tribe.

Consequently, throughout Yongning City, one could see ordinary townspeople everywhere—either carrying empty carrying poles or holding empty baskets as they hurried home, moving their legs at a pace that could rival wheels of wind and fire.

Drawing on her previous experience in making dried persimmons, Madam Wu estimated that this batch would yield around a hundred pounds or so of dried persimmons.

The Yue family, much like the Rong family, was a lineage of cultivation. Most importantly, Yue Ze was already at the Mahayana stage—an existence she simply could not hope to defeat right now.

Meanwhile, across various domains of the Immortal Spirit Continent, every single faction participating in this battle was given special attention by Ye Chen.

Furthermore, he was a walking treasure trove. As long as one killed him and seized his fortuitous opportunities, one could propel an entire faction forward by leaps and bounds.

Hiding in the shadows, the Raven watched the impending conflict about to erupt in the restaurant, then immediately shrank back. She needed to return and report to the Sovereign.

In truth, she had prepared a two-pronged strategy by hiring internet trolls; if her vote count fell short of Ye Tian's, she could artificially boost the numbers. She simply had not anticipated that the production crew would completely block off that avenue.

Synthesizing their opinions, Di Qingjun left them at another hospital and departed with the profound coffin.

It was his voice, dripping thick with heavy complaint. He was presumably still harboring anger toward Li Ying and the others, and thus vented that frustration by following along with her intention to match Li Ying and the crowd's unreasonable tactics.

The sign reading "Sick Man of East Asia" was altered by the young man into "Puny Dwarf Japanese," and hurled viciously at those Japanese individuals.

"Forget it, forget it, just leave it as it is," Ye Ming also felt that this particular segment was decent enough for Ye Tian.