Chapter 61: As Long as the Little Junior Sister is Happy

"W-What are you doing?"

"Junior Sister, how did you know that the ice throne could be placed into your Fourth Senior Brother's spiritual consciousness space?" Ye Yanqing placed his hand gently upon Siyuan Sheng's head and ruffled her hair.

"I don't know, but the little spirit fox was already together with it when it was still a spirit beast egg. There is naturally a resonance between them, so I just asked Fourth Senior Brother to give it a try."

Siyuan Sheng looked longingly at the chicken soup simmering in the alchemy furnace and muttered these words.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

In the early morning of June ninth, the ship had been sailing for an entire night. Everyone stood on the deck, waiting for the magnificent sunrise over the ocean.

As soon as Hyper-Dimension Technology's sales figures for March in the North American region were exposed, they immediately sparked a frenzy of heated discussions online.

For Lin Tianyou, even an Earth Realm expert could achieve brief flight. As for this golden sword flying around, it must be a powerful martial technique.

Old Zhang's pupils contracted slightly, and Young Master Ling choked up instantly. He understood better than anyone else just how terrifying... the backing behind this auction house was.

Just as the atmosphere in the live broadcast room was growing heated, an untimely barrage comment suddenly popped up.

Hua Qing'er was far too clever. Although everyone was at the Dao Elixir realm, Chen Congyun and the head of the Ximen family failed completely to detect any flaws, assuming it was simply his own strength.

"Miss Ruan, are you feeling any better?" Zhang Tianqian looked at her and asked. Xizhi's face was deathly pale, setting off a pair of eyes as dark as lacquered ink. A moment later, a few teardrops welled up within those eyes, clouding the dark pupils and instantly evoking a boundless tenderness that broke one's heart.

The glazed sword light was extinguished without a sound, and the gloom vanished entirely. The endless murderous intent and despair that had shrouded the spiritual peak dissipated along with it.

The plum rain season was approaching yet to arrive, and a fine sunny day could turn gloomy in an instant. Unbeknownst when, rain was already pattering against the outside of the window. It was the fifteenth day of the fourth month. Xizhi had been lying down for several days and felt only fatigue, so she propped herself up to sit by the table, picked up a banana-leaf cup, and poured herself some tea to drink.

Su Ni's expression changed drastically. He had gone through such painstaking efforts and refused to leave—was it not precisely to return and stand alongside them?

Yet she did not scream or shout again. Instead, she took a deep breath, and then another deep breath. Following that, she abruptly turned and walked away, slamming the door shut behind her with a resounding bang.

Sha Wei took the brunt of Wen Ke's palm strike squarely, his vital energy surging and roiling for a moment. He simply could not fathom it; from the very beginning when he activated his spellcraft, the moment he struck, he had condensed a body using sand grains and used the cover of the yellow sand to move behind Wen Ke. In his view, this had been an airtight, flawless plan.

"Zhen'er: Have you remembered all of that?" When a fiery red sun rose over Mount Divine Phoenix, she had already drifted into an endless, boundless dream.

Yet she found herself seemingly devoid of strength, her head aching fiercely, her spiritual power exceptionally fragile.

"The probability of them making a move during the day should not be high. We can see right through the situation beneath the water at a glance; that fellow wouldn't be so lacking in sense," Tang Sanzang said, shaking his head. Obviously, the best time to make a move would be at night after they had fallen asleep. However, the fact that they had slept peacefully through the previous night without anyone making a move did indeed catch him somewhat by surprise.

"I beseech you all to strike! If the formation is broken, all of you will likely end up as food in that beast's mouth today!" The Black Mountain Old Demon looked back in the direction of the seal, his eyes filled with gravity. With a lash of his whip, he beat back Hua Hua, who was attempting to charge toward the seal, and turned back to look loudly at Sun Wukong and the others.

"You... did you capture our people?" A man behind Lu Duyao demanded, glaring at Lin Qiao.

Over five hundred men from two Japanese platoons marched straight through this area because about ten li away lay the original garrison camp of their Seventh Battalion.

Cheng Yu frowned as he thought: Could it be that she regrets it? Regret is useless anyway; surely you can't force the bank to transfer the money from my card back into yours?

After wrangling back and forth, Zheng Yanzhong finally won with the sentence, "This is my house, I have the final say," thus securing the right to slice the bitter melon. He shot a smug, triumphant look of challenge at Su Ruoyao.