Chapter 55: Fifty-Five Whales

“Just say it straight—stop beating around the bush!” Du Yanhang sighed, feeling conflicted about this guy. Sometimes he seemed reliable, yet at other times, Du Yanhang couldn’t fathom what he was truly up to.

Night Xuanli was at a loss for words; he didn’t really want her to leave, but there were too many unresolved issues between them. Yet Su Qing still refused to communicate.

An Mu wished he would go to the hospital to have his spine checked, but no matter what, he wouldn’t agree.

Tang Qing was awakened by the wind, groggy as she sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes and staring at the window that had mysteriously been left open a short distance away.

Such invitations were reserved only for great families or top leaders; in the entertainment industry, they were considered third-class at best.

Yet he knew someone suffered more than he did. Wen Xingyu loved him deeply and thus suffered greatly, but there were countless others in the world enduring pain.

Li Sanyu chose the highest seat of honor, for from there the entire situation of the Nine Profound Heavenly Mansion could be seen at a glance.

“Enough, we’ll take it one step at a time!” Aimo bent down and lifted Vivian onto his shoulder, then slowly carried her away from the castle.

Xiang Yueqin knew this follower’s personality well enough to ignore her obviously barbed remarks. “I understand,” she said, then turned to look at Mo Junli, clearly intending to have him handle the connection device issue, since fewer people knew Mo Junli than themselves.

Ignoring Luna and Moriarty’s assumptions and debates over personnel assignments for the moment, Sherlock approached the massive floor-to-ceiling window and found at its edge a stone statue of a lion’s head.

Zhai Qing once again supported Li Zhiming, and naturally, the others followed suit, expressing that having more money was better, enjoying freedom to obey or not obey orders, and that they could always revisit the matter later.

F2A wore an expression impossible to meet, pulling down the Star Eater’s hat to cover her eyes.

Lü Zhu swept her hair up high, adorned her temples with flowers, and selected a few ruby hairpins as embellishments. Then she inserted a golden tassel pin on the side of her head. After some searching, she found a vivid-colored outfit—a narrow-sleeved Confucian dress with a mandarin collar in peach pink, a gift from that person.

Of course, this made the ceasefire agreement seem utterly meaningless, serving only as a prelude to the Savior Plan.

She left without closing the temple door. The gems on the ink tower shimmered faintly. I hurried to stand and pick it up, but my legs felt weak.

Not immediately responding to Wu Yidi’s words, I tried to get out of bed in a rush, only to realize my whole body seemed to have fallen apart. Moving my arm sent sharp pain across my face.

After half an hour’s walk, the military camp came into view from afar, a yellow command flag bearing a large character “Su” fluttering above it.

The moment those three words fell, it was like a heavy hammer striking hard against the hearts of Xu Changfeng and his three companions.

Meanwhile, meteorites collected within our Academy reacted differently, producing strange changes. At the time, six major supernatural incidents were categorized: the Northeast Snow Cave, Northwest Sand Mirage, Western Insect Calamity, Eastern Falling Dragon, Southwest Gu Village, and Southeast Sea Song events.

The explosion caused no harm to Earth, but all the passages painstakingly built by immortals collapsed in that instant.

Even if they couldn’t find themselves, Wei Qingyun, versed in knowledge of two worlds, could easily utter lofty words.

“Maybe she thought Morgana wouldn’t queue her, since the cards were played ahead,” Zhang Xiaoting remarked.

“Father Emperor,” though Li Longji had long known Li Dan’s intentions, he was still stirred at this moment.

Amid the shouts of countless people, the Underworld King rose from the dust-covered ground, his expression solemn. Without a word, he raised his head to glance at Xia Tianyu, then in a blink, flew right before him.

Since the other side was the blue team with first pick priority, they chose Morgana, the fallen angel mid-laner.

Hearing Chu Ruyue’s words, Tang Zheng tightly embraced her. Chu Ruyue’s unpretentious expression and straightforwardness moved Tang Zheng deeply. Whether love or not, one must speak bravely and directly—beneficial both to oneself and to others.

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So tragic—within just a few hundred meters, over twenty brothers lay in pools of blood, their fate unknown. The long trail of blood marked their path through the wilderness.

Every cultivator there understood clearly: if the Shadow Saint Master hadn’t been injured, and if Lin Xi hadn’t had the powerful beast Jixiang’s aid, defeating the Shadow Saint Master would have been impossible.

The valley stretched endlessly flat into the distance, filled with crystalline, diamond-clear prismatic ice.

Though Shen was not a particularly dominant top-lane hero, his lane-pressure was formidable; his ability to steal jungle monsters and provide ultimate support made him highly feared—a perennial top-tier hero.

Thinking of this, Qu Mengying’s cheeks flushed, but she felt Xia Zheng’s gaze was sincere, devoid of any ill will, and slowly nodded.

The incident struck suddenly. At midnight, the first move was purely defensive; the next two were both defensive and offensive. By the fifth move, advantage was gained—a rabbit fighting an eagle—Qian Zhang was kicked to the ground.

Wen Ruyu raised her right hand, summoning a scarlet electric light from her palm that transformed into a massive glowing palm, striking Yun Hao in midair.

They were finally taken upstairs to the third floor, to a medium-sized private room. The decor was hard to describe; Ye Suman felt that if business was slow here, the owner would surely suffer heavy losses.

Otherwise, by now he would have already mastered internal force, and wouldn’t still be trading blows evenly with someone at the late Ming force stage.

“You are borrowing the power of nature in battle, so the power is naturally far beyond your own. With more practice, the strength of this strike will increase even further,” Doctor Wang smiled gently, stroking his beard.