Chapter 57: This Is Mountain Show Village

Deep within the dense mountain forests stood a sprawling and massive estate. Just left of the grand main gate was a prominent character: Wang. The Wang family had recently settled in these parts and was now considered one of the four major families. The presence of an ancestor who had attained the Mysterious Transformation Realm was one of the primary reasons they secured this status.

He had never anticipated such a sudden turn of events. Just a moment ago, the defense had seemed laborious, yet in an instant, his starlight was cleaved apart. Before he could retract his energy or even process what was happening, Shaoji was already right before his eyes.

Every day, this fellow picked up lingzhi mushrooms followed by ginseng, and he had already reached the early stage of a demon commander. As a wild leopard spirit without any noble bloodline or spiritual roots, relying purely on luck, Leopard Head could practically be considered a true protagonist.

It was now nine o'clock in the morning. This office was designated exclusively for the chairman, and normally even Xia Qing would not come here, so he had no worries about anyone witnessing his sudden appearance.

With a sharp pop, Loki was startled, his grip on the stone slipped, and it happened to drop right among the other three stones.

Yet this time, things were completely different. Chen Xiuying had undergone massive changes in both body and mind, changes so profound that even Chen Shuisheng found her a little unrecognizable.

At the same time, Qu Qingyun was thinking to herself: It feels a bit warm, how could this be? This sensation—surely not?

That brilliant radiance fell upon Chi Wanqing's face, making her features appear all the more eerie and sinister.

No sooner had they sat down than the fire began to toast their damp clothes, and wisps of white smoke slowly rose from the fabric.

Just past dinnertime, we drove back to Hao Village. However, this time we did not enter the village, but instead headed to the willow tree on the west side to load those skeletal remains into the vehicle. Afterward, Gouwa's father led us toward Liu Xiuzhi's hometown, Apricot Village.

Chen Xinnan responded very casually, but she was completely unaware of Chen Xiaoqing's awkward state of mind, and thus had no way to offer any comfort.

Because Yoga's cuisine had made a name for itself over the past few days, it was ultimately selected by the convention as a designated specialty food for the organizing committee, allowing it to be grilled as usual during the competition.

It was not because Jiang Liu wanted to show off, but simply because he lacked the time to pursue professional gaming.

Gu Cheng picked up his phone to call the hospital, instructed the servants to bring the car around, and then walked over to Jiang Xue to take Gu Xixi into his arms.

Li Chu glanced at the figure in white, feeling rather baffled. Then, completely bewildered and helpless, he departed.

"Sufficient," the system replied as it erected a barrier and initiated its repair functions for the master.

If she had only spoken a word of persuasion just now, would Bingbing have avoided her father's scolding, and would she have gone without dinner in anger?

Next came Zhan Yan. Having spotted the figure in black just moments before, he altered his plan: he would expose his superpower first and wait to see how the situation unfolded.

After stepping out of the classroom, she was still reflecting internally on how rational the students of the Conservatory of Music were when it came to chasing stars. Even those who liked her merely wanted to exchange a few extra words and would never resort to inappropriate behaviors like blocking her path.

Song Changjin explained the method for closing the city gate to Luo Lie: to seal the gate, one had to dive underwater, locate the iron chains linked to the mechanism beneath the surface, and loosen the winch, which would cause the heavy gate to descend.

The moment Gao Ming met Su Han's gaze, he clearly perceived a lingering resentment hidden within those beautiful eyes. This look sent a gentle tremor through Gao Ming's heart, though his expression remained utterly unperturbed.

Several hikers approached from the opposite direction, offering enthusiastic greetings. Luo Lie smiled and politely returned the gesture.

"Understood, Brother Yeyu." Mena and the others nodded, drawing their Lingfeng Swords. Looking at the terrifying fake Woma Cultivator and fake Evil Pincer, they mustered their courage and charged forward, steadfast in her belief that Brother Yeyu would never deceive her.

Thus, even the true form of Lu Hun had no idea what was taking place! Could this too be the effect of the halo of fortune? Chen Feng instinctively checked his halo of fortune, wondering if it was some additional feature acquired after the halo upgraded, such as causing enemies to turn on one another.

"It was the manta rays! Those bastards are quite troublesome to deal with!" The bald wizard chuckled, a hint of smugness in his expression.

"Which one is the real body?" Kim Kaphwan panicked, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He did not know whether to alter the trajectory of his kick—whether to continue aiming at the one standing motionless, or redirect it toward the phantom image behind him.

Before the spatial domain could fully form, a crisp cracking sound rang out. Along with the talisman seal in the young man's hand, the entire expanse of space shattered and collapsed into pieces.

As it turned out, that was indeed the case. They were simply not on the same plane; the gap between them was far too vast.

Without directly answering Taiichi Morita's question, Kazuhito Tanaka merely let out a cold, indifferent huff.

Before the cultivators could even form their defensive array, the ferocious and peerless ravenous ghosts had already lunged close. After a flurry of tearing and biting, the unformed formation collapsed on the spot, and many fellow disciples were torn apart alive and swallowed whole by the howling, screeching ghosts.

At these words, the old man's expression paused slightly. Beside him, Bi Ping, the master of the Saber Cultivator Sect, along with the powerful saber cultivators standing behind them, all saw their expressions shift. A trace of shock, and even irritation, flashed through their hearts.

That was none other than the Daoist masterpiece, the *Changsheng Jue* (Secret of Long Life), which had already fallen into the hands of Yang Guang. Unfortunately, it was a bit too late. Faced with such a dire situation, Yang Guang was already powerless to reverse the tide, and compounded by his own condition, he could not hold on much longer.

Though the giant wooden raft was heavy, it was supported beneath by the water-manipulation arts cast by Chen Changsen, causing it to float almost atop the water's surface. Propelled further by a giant hand of water from behind, it cleaved through the rolling waves, surging forward as fast as lightning.