34 The Youth

Facing the old man’s overwhelming pressure, Yun Yu felt nothing this time. The giant bowl-shaped light orb hovering before him merely shimmered with seven-colored radiance, absorbing the force entirely.

As he spoke, a wisp of internal energy emerged from Ye Zhuo’s palm. In an instant, the talisman glowed, and its violent aura became increasingly pronounced.

Mother Wu cried bitterly, yet there was no way forward. She dared not tell the master about this, but she truly lacked the ability to make the right decision.

Both of them were shocked and turned around in a hurry. They saw Xia Mingfeng sitting cross-legged in mid-air with a calm expression. His hands were moving incessantly, and his physical body pulsed, continuously devouring the surging spiritual energy. In the blink of an eye, a vacuum had formed in the dense space around him.

"Madam, your body emits a strange fragrance; is this not different from a normal person? You have no pulse and no heartbeat; is this not also different from a normal person?" Zhong Mushan asked.

They clung to the hillsides and the valley floors, scattered and layered in a way that seemed chaotic yet possessed an abstract beauty, exuding a unique, exotic charm.

The two walked into the jungle. It was damp inside, and before long, they had penetrated about a kilometer deep, reaching the first area outside the circle marked on the map.

Ye Zhuo, however, had no time for further reflection. He had not expected that the divine sense would not only flash directly into his mind but that two strands would arrive at once.

Huang Tian, Sect Master of the Chuyun Sect, attended in person. Gu Lingtian of the Four Absolutes Sect also arrived, as did Fan Xian, Sect Master of the Immortal Sect. Even the Tiandu Temple, which had never participated in the World Martial Arts Tournament, sent its Abbot.

"Do not stop here; these beast carcasses will attract other troublesome creatures. Shang Yue, take some as food." Xia Cheng glanced at the blue dragons flying in the sky. At this moment, they were like vultures scavenging for carrion; even if they left after a full meal now, they would return before long.

The smiles on the actors' faces did not last, and soon, they began to fade away.

Old Wei was Wu Jiangkai’s driver. Upon hearing the instruction, he quickly took his phone from his pocket and handed it to Shen Tong. Although Shen Tong had his own phone, he took Old Wei’s anyway; keeping a low profile was the first rule for a newcomer in officialdom.

The unprepared Origin Fire army was left dazed and confused by the resistance forces. The shockwaves even tore human bodies into fragments. It was as if a rain of charred meat were falling from the sky; blackened, bloodied flesh lay everywhere.

In their eyes, humans could neither fly through the heavens nor tunnel through the earth, no different from humans looking at apes that could neither bathe nor cook—unless one had a peculiar obsession.

Two figures collapsed to the ground simultaneously. Bai Fengquan fell into a dead faint, while Ling Yitian remained conscious.

The two were alumni. Sun Jinxin had once been high-spirited and determined to catch up to Ping Hongyan. Although he had long since given up that notion, he still felt overshadowed in her presence and hurriedly turned his gaze toward Gu Zhao for help.

"I see he’s been beaten again. If your strength is lacking, don’t act tough, or you’re just asking for trouble. Guo Huan, you’ve spoiled her too much," said Ling Yu, Ling Qian’s father, sternly.

"Achoo!" Several staff members at the Gate of Realms testing center sneezed in unison. They looked at each other in surprise, feeling it strange—could sneezing really be contagious?

"You did bump into me just now; you have to give me some compensation!" Ye Tian said with a shameless and sleazy expression.

Clever as she was, she had been observing Cao Yimo’s reactions calmly ever since she approached Fu Ye earlier. What she saw in Cao Yimo’s eyes was not grief, but guilt. This gave her hope and strengthened her resolve to defend her marriage.

Ruan Ancheng found her panicked appearance quite charming and simply watched her in silence.

Although he saw that the relationship between Ji Ruoli and Tang Miao was unusual, it was clear that this Prince Jin handled matters with great tact. He did not intervene excessively, and during the banquet, he treated him with impeccable courtesy, as if he were merely helping Tang Miao look after a guest. He did not say a single word more than necessary.

In truth, it should never have started, so once one gives up hope, the ending does not seem to hurt quite as much.

As he was thinking this, a cold breeze swept toward him. Yin Ting looked at him with beautiful, half-lidded eyes; in their shifting light, there was nothing but a spine-tingling sense of foreboding.

The Red Demon’s expression shifted slightly, then he stopped and lightly shook the silver bell at his waist to notify Man Han.

Lin Weiwei did not often choose to act spoiled, nor did she often put on such a wronged look. She could have easily given him the cold shoulder to show her dissatisfaction, but she preserved his dignity in front of Zheng Haofei while bringing up their past. Could this be considered a double-layered hint?

She did not know what she would do if she divorced him. As for Shu Mo, given Mu Shen’s attitude today, Shu Mo was temporarily out of danger, but what about her? How could she avenge her father? And yet, what was the point of remaining in this stalemate of a marriage that he clearly did not care about?

Still, ten sheep were truly tempting. Ten sheep could be traded for essentials like salt, or slaughtered for meat; if they were ewes, they could also produce milk.

They walked openly into the teahouse and openly into the private room. Wuyue followed behind, staying vigilant and alert, determined to ensure Lin Mubai’s safety. She gripped her cold sword tightly, not daring to relax for even a moment.