Chapter 67

"This..."
Looking at the group of people lined up neatly, moving in perfect coordination and seamless cooperation, Meng Shiyao was left standing frozen in place.
"What on earth are they doing?"
Wei Zhe wore an equally astonished expression.
*Swish!* The sound of air being violently cleaved startled the Orochi basking in the sun. It raised its head impatiently, glanced at the young man, and finding him of no consequence, lowered its head once more. But suddenly, it snapped its head back up—this youth looked rather familiar.
Inside the Prince Jing Mansion, peace and luxury reigned as song and dance filled the air. Chen Ru'er had ordered everyone in the estate to avoid making trouble during this period; those who wanted to drink should drink, those who wanted to watch plays should watch them, and everyone was to carry on with their lives in an orderly fashion.
After all, both the divine eagle and I had merely triggered a fortuitous encounter quest. If we were to level up through standard means, the first-place spot would undoubtedly be handed over to Tianchen. At this thought—
Although Tianang had a relatively large number of members, regardless of how one looked at it, they were still developing within a secondary major city, with their overall levels hovering around the 30s and the highest barely exceeding 35. Therefore, against someone like me at level 44 and bolstered by the Overlord's Sword, a celestial artifact...
"Hiss—" All of us drew in a sharp breath of cold air, feeling deeply grateful that we had managed to dodge just in time. Had we been struck by that fist, even if we weren't killed instantly, we would have been crippled.
She felt there was something slightly amiss with this medicine. Helan Yao stuck out the tip of her tongue to taste it, and sure enough, there was a trace of bitterness, yet the ingredients seemed entirely normal. Where, then, did that strange anomaly stem from?
"Right, Lei, can you tell me what realm Master is actually in? Why is the profound Qi fluctuation emanating from his body so intensely powerful? It must be several hundred times stronger than Liu Canfeng!" Hearing Lei say this, Tiemu Yun deliberately steered the conversation away.
"Why are people from the Blood Shadow Realm doing in Tie Family Village?" Hearing this, Tiemu Yun grew slightly angry.
There was no need to guess whose voice this belonged to; it was An Lingxi's. I smiled faintly, stopped my retreating footsteps, and slashed forward once more. With An Lingxi helping to draw the skeleton warriors' attention—
"Why?" Tiao Tiao's curiosity was piqued. It seemed that even he, serving as the forum moderator, remained unaware of the reason.
As night fell, he staggered into the bridal chamber. Distressed by swirling anxieties, he did not use his primeval energy to dispel the alcohol's intoxicating haze.
Feng Hao trembled all over. Like a deflated balloon, he bounced off the sofa, fled the landlord's home as if on wings, and hurried back to his rented room to boot up his computer and search the internet.
Accepting the power of fate with equanimity was, at the same time, the power to rebel against everything—an unprecedented, peerless power belonging to Ba Sha.
Chen Yi smiled and walked down the stairs. Anqi and Linlin were in the midst of watching television when they suddenly heard movement from the stairwell. Hurriedly turning their heads, they discovered it was Chen Yi, and at this moment, Chen Yi had returned to his former self, a faint smile hanging on the corners of his lips.
Lin Luoyao said nothing, offering only a gentle smile before turning to leave. However, her complexion had flushed a rosy hue, and her cheeks burned with heat. Even so, joy blossomed within her heart.
"No, Qiao Neng, why are you doing this? What are you trying to trade her for?" Nie Wanluo asked anxiously, gripping Qiao Neng tightly.
However, modern attire was the most common, followed by the Republic of China era, and only then came things like Tang suits and Hanfu. These ghosts interacted just as they would in the mortal realm, getting along harmoniously. Whenever they encountered acquaintances, they would casually exchange greetings, their diverse styles of clothing converging to evoke a quiet sigh at the profound and ancient history of Huaxia.
"Zhong Jinjun, I'll head over first. My sister and the others will be arriving shortly. Play well, and I'll see you in the finals." Su Qi raised a hand in farewell.
Message after message hit them like successive rolls of thunder, stunning them into repeated disbelief and rendering them momentarily unable to accept the reality before their eyes.
As his voice trailed off, Feng Hao extended his right foot, pressing it down onto the steel cable to bear his weight and keep it taut. Immediately following this, he shifted his center of gravity onto his right foot, withdrew his left foot to step onto the cable ahead, and stretched out his arms to maintain his balance.