Chapter 45

"Not at all, not at all!" Zhao Ling hurriedly scrambled to her feet. Even she herself couldn't stand the smell of alcohol on her anymore, and she really needed a quick wash.

This scene, witnessed by Yu Min, instantly filled her with rage. Her favorable impression of Lei Jun vanished completely, and she cursed him as a scoundrel in her heart.

"If you don't have the diamond drill, don't take on porcelain work," Lei Ming muttered under his breath. Wasn't Lei Ying leading them straight to the wolves?

Jin also turned her head back, her gaze seeming to say, "If you dare to sneak a bite, you're dead meat."

Pan Yurou was dozing lightly in her room. Although she felt no sleepiness, the tense nerves of all these years had melted away in an instant, and Shi Shuiyue had already promised to send her to her mother's side in a few days.

"This is the Hope Space, the different space of the Human Ancestor, the Divine Emperor. Fu Qian, do you consider this world to be a complete world?" Just as Fu Qian hesitated and stood still, Qiming stepped out of the spatial passage and asked with a smile.

"Hello, Auntie, my name is Xing Wei, a classmate of Lu Fan." Xing Wei nodded gracefully and greeted her.

With a completely blank memory, akin to a clean sheet of paper, Ye Xiao could not help but be captivated by the delicate and pitiful expression of the beauty.

"Everyone, prepare for battle! These are just small fry sent to give us some experience in the first wave, but of course, don't let your guard down," shouted Daoist Master Xiao Tong loudly. At the same time, the power of the universe surged in his hands, transforming into a Tai Chi circle that he thrust outward, followed immediately by a massive wave of ranged attacks from the other professionals.

"This student answered every single question correctly. Let's give her a round of applause." Director Tian took the lead in clapping, and how could the girls not respond? With a round of enthusiastic applause, they listened as Director Tian continued his lecture, while the professor secretly gave Xiao Ni a thumbs-up.

Fifteen minutes after the closing whistle, the two of them finally walked out side by side. Xiao Ni started the car, slowly drove up to them, and rolled down the window.

"Third Master Jin, Mr. Wu, let's not argue for now. Let's just do as Mr. Wu suggested. Once the bow is drawn, there is no turning back. We have already reached this place, and no one can guarantee whether we will survive. Therefore, open the coffin." Qin Ting's voice was extremely low, as if he viewed death with supreme indifference.

The two of them had no time to ponder where Zong Zheng actually was, as the mechanism-fired arrows were already right before their eyes.

Wu Xiao watched as the pork belly was pan-fried to perfection, then poured in the water chestnuts, added a little water and soy sauce, covered the pot, and let it simmer.

I was startled at first, only to be pulled away by the fatty. He dragged me up onto the stone statue of the Treasure King, set me down upon it, and glanced at me once before returning to examine something with Shufeng. In front of them was a circular groove.

With a mixture of doubt, he tidied his attire and walked into the inner chamber, taking a seat opposite Xuhuai Zhenren at the latter's gesture.

At this moment, Yun Zhi's brain seemed short-circuited. That sensation of a fluttering heartbeat made her lose all sense of direction.

In truth, Zhang Cheng did not wish to act this way, but knowing he could not possibly defeat Naba, he could only stall for time as much as possible—it was a measure of sheer desperation.

With that, the master and her five servants stood there quietly, waiting in place for a full day without a single one of them moving an inch.

Following a loud crash, the tall and heavy courtyard gates swung open, and a dozen or so sturdy, well-built men rushed out from inside, swarming forward in a rush to surround the lewd dragon.

Yet looking across the world throughout its history of several millennia, among the mere handful of individuals who had consumed the divine medicine, aside from that beast-cultivator who had obtained the divine beast Kuiniu and could summon seven tornadoes, there was only one beast-cultivator who had attained dragon blood, whom legend said could form eight tornadoes. And his cultivation level at the time far surpassed that of Liu Yifeng.

It was now dusk, the hour when people finished a busy day and sought leisure and dining, as well as the prime time for high-ranking officials and nobles to seek entertainment. The restaurant was filled to capacity with guests, talking loudly, playing guessing games for drinks, and buzzing with extraordinary liveliness.

"Hey, do you have business here? If you do, spit it out," the man roared impatiently after watching Xiao Kuang remain silent for a long time.

Afterward, he went to the Huayun Restaurant to check on Han Yingdi and Han Laidi. Strangely enough, the vehicles that had been tailing him along this stretch of road were no longer there.

"But how can I trust that you won't kill us once we get out?" Charlie roared suspiciously.

A single remark from the host instantly piqued everyone's interest, prompting Tan Ranran to utter a resentful exclamation.

Ling Yu cutting off his incense and spiritual fire was a punishment for him. Without Ling Yu unlocking his acupoints, even the legendary Hua Tuo reborn could not save him.

Forget it, I'll ask again in three days. Hopefully, it won't exceed the sixth level; otherwise, the gap will simply be too vast.

Shifting their seats to continue the conversation, the topic broadened beyond mere reminiscing to encompass current affairs. The fact that Yu Yi was able to return to Luoyang of his own accord was also a joyous occasion for the Prince of Liang. After all, with the founding of the new dynasty approaching, all matters would need to be centralized, and the major stronghold of Jingzhou was a problem that required focused resolution.

"Are you planning to say something, or shall we just get right down to it?" Old Wang asked the captain of the Pseudo-White vessel, who was slowly rising while retracting the magical wings on his back, as Old Wang twirled a couple of hand axes with his right hand and rested his left hand on the grip of his privateer's sidearm.

Diving downward, he charged straight toward the Snake Demon King. He was a human cultivator, whereas the Snake Demon King was a generational demon lord. Leaving everything else aside, the body of the Snake Demon King alone was more than a dozen times larger than Ye Qingchen's! Clang! Ye Qingchen held his must-kill saber horizontally before him, gently flicking the cutting edge with his finger.

Luo was becoming increasingly proficient in second-tier spirit arrays. With a mere wave of his hand, he could deploy advanced second-tier spirit arrays. Although he had not yet reached the realm of total freedom of will, his ability to manipulate spirit arrays was growing at a rapid pace. Regarding spirit arrays, Qin Luo had also personally sought guidance from Zhao.

"Many thanks for your good intentions, but we can handle this ourselves." The members of the Taoist sect had not lost their confidence from being battered by the giant lizard; instead, they grew more determined with every setback.

Old Wang exerted strength in both arms, utilizing his momentum to parry the two notched iron sabers that had bitten into his flesh. The strength of the wine-faction thugs was lower than his—a fact he had already learned through combat information during the previous skirmish—so Old Wang felt not the slightest bit of fear about engaging in a contest of pure physical strength with his opponent.

During the meal that followed, the old man recounted the entire process of meeting the Jade King that day. Li Tian/Ming did not notice anything particularly unusual; the only thing he could conclude for certain was that this old fellow genuinely intended to have a high-stakes gamble with him.