42. Forty-Two Whales
He Dongfeng did not press further. He took the milk, tested the temperature, finished it in one gulp, put down the cup, and slid back under the covers.
"Xiahe, what is wrong with you these past few days? You seem rather absent-minded. Were you frightened by what happened that day?" Chuntao asked with concern.
He did not know whether he possessed the so-called Holy Sword Factor, but he knew very well that the Holy Sword before him had reached its absolute limit. If any more Nen were channeled into it, it would undoubtedly shatter itself.
"No matter how bad I am, I am still better than you. At least my fees are within a reasonable range of what people can bear. But I have heard that you don't open for business for three years, and once you do, you live off it for three years. The reason is simple: every single job you take is priced ridiculously high, and ordinary people wouldn't dare approach you," said Shu Yao.
Although there were some differences, the functions were just as effective. If Azazel were to find out, he would probably come pestering Xiaoming to analyze the construction principles of this Sacred Gear in order to improve artificial Sacred Gears.
Ailes no longer kept up the pretense; she took Wuchen by the hand and left directly. Her expression was somewhat peculiar, her face flushed red, looking intensely shy as if she were experiencing something too embarrassing to speak of.
Since no one was stopping them, there was no need to be as rushed as in the Dark World; they could simply devour it bit by bit.
No one expected that upon opening the door, they would see Tongnian lying completely naked on the sofa, fast asleep and snoring softly. Yuanbao and He Dongyi stared at each other in blank dismay, momentarily unsure of who should step forward to cover her with the blanket that had fallen to the floor.
If they had such nourishing food every day, why would martial artists like them ever have to worry about energy replenishment?
He, who had always spoken with earth-shattering impact, was actually rambling on a bit. This was utterly uncharacteristic, which clearly indicated that something strange was going on here.
The black Qi violently crashed against the barrier of light, shattering into wisps of dark smoke that spread outward as if searching for a way out. It filled the arched ceiling, resembling a poisonous black mushroom cap.
Was this telling her that because Su Yuxuan did not love her, he wished for her to be a virtuous wife and devoted mother?
***
However, when he landed at the location where the rare herbs were kept and stepped into the array, looking at the barren herb farm that was just as bare as a wasteland, his heart sank to the very bottom. He hurriedly rushed to the cultivation site of the Yin-Yang Twin Flowers, only to find not a single one left. He pushed open the thatched cottage used for drying and storing the Yin-Yang Twin Flowers, and it was completely empty—true to form, not a single one remained.
Yet once they pushed open the door, all they could see were layers upon layers of gossamer veils. Through these veils, they could only make out vague, shadowy figures.
After Fenyan burned down the final section of the back mountain, causing utter chaos within the Mo family, Yunge and Mojin calmly departed.
How could the shopkeeper know what Chuchu was thinking? He only felt that she was so composed and showed not a shred of curiosity. Since she was unfazed by what he had to say, she must certainly have her own deep convictions and vast perspectives. Based on this poise alone, she was unmatched by others and was undoubtedly someone who had seen great the world.
The four of them simultaneously spotted the trapped contestants, who were either gathered in groups of two or three or sitting alone in meditation. Hearing the commotion, they all turned to look.
With his sensory perception, neural reflexes, and proficiency-level Swordsmanship, even if the opponent were wielding a hunter-class weapon, it would not pose any threat.
He had originally thought that Wu Mian merely possessed great swordsmanship and superior talent, but now he realized that the other party had likely experienced the baptism of actual combat and may have even killed people before.
The next day at noon, Ye Nanshan and Wutong woke up in each other's arms. Don't ask me why they only woke up at noon.
Not long after, Kong Moyun arrived fashionably late accompanied by Princess Yulin. Today, Princess Yulin wore a purple misty-cloud gauze dress and styled her hair in an auspicious-bird bun. Her powdered face was as white as snow, and a pure gold hair-pin adorned with a spring-capturing peony was slanted into her hair. As she walked, it swayed gently, exuding dignity mingled with an elusive touch of charm, making everyone's eyes light up at the sight.
The man's sudden appearance within the grand banquet was like a prairie dog preparing to forage, or rather, he seemed completely oblivious to the very concept of abruptness. He simply adored excavation and exploration.
Zhong Sheng returned to that planet and instructed Zhong Xing to keep a close eye on it, notifying him promptly if anyone arrived. Putting all worldly matters behind him, he began to practice in seclusion to see if he could truly absorb the spiritual energy of the divine array to help elevate his cultivation realm.
Just as this fusion completed, the sixth wave of heavenly lightning descended, continuing to temper his bones before rushing once more toward the lightning orb in his Dantian.
***
Generally speaking, it could be divided into five major zones: the Eight Heavenly Kings Realm, the Purgatory Arena, the Decadent Exchange, the Residential Area, and the God-Worshiping Temple.
Fang Siran had no heart to listen to his nonsense; she continued groping around for her phone, determined to call an ambulance to save Li Ziyao.
"I think the problem isn't with your work methods, but rather with your eyes," Fang Siran finally couldn't hold back her anger and retorted sharply.
Yet no one answered him. Shortly after, Chu Sheng felt his body being lifted up, and then his limbs were grabbed by someone.
In truth, how could he know that, under the influence of the Netherworld Golden Finger, he had already established a baseline of trust toward Li Fuyao? Even if Li Fuyao had agreed immediately, he probably would have found some other excuse to convince himself.
"Foolish void creature," Yi grunted with annoyance, pressing down heavily on the protruding black button on the left.
As the rotting corpse was hauled out of the sea, an overwhelming golden light flashed instantly, and the people on the spot were directly shattered into fine powder.
Li Yunhui placed Qizhi on the sofa, and the Marquis recounted the whole story of eliminating the tree demon to Pang Qing.
It truly was as the system had claimed: the parasite of the amoeba could absorb the normal metabolic waste of the skin on his face. Otherwise, wearing it for a whole day would have caused at least a slight feeling of discomfort.
However, it seemed that fellow had run a bit too far foraging last night; it was estimated that it would still take at least ten minutes or so to rush back here.