Chapter 31

Skill Effect: Significantly enhances sensory capabilities, sharpens the sixth sense, improves the precision of aura detection, and allows for easier tracking of attack trajectories.

"No, you really should go to the hospital and get checked out." Wang Li insisted, forcibly pulling Qu Wanli toward the hospital.

He did not look like the man in the photos taken decades later. Like the others who had come from Yan'an, he appeared sallow and gaunt; his oversized military uniform and shoes with toes poking through were all evidence that conditions there had been far from ideal.

Whenever Ding Changsheng’s name was mentioned, the people in the carriage would begin to gossip, each one praising the old man’s kindness. They spoke of how, every winter, Ding Changsheng would brew a large pot of herbal medicine at the entrance of Baoshan Hall, offering it to all passersby to ward off the cold and prevent illness.

Meanwhile, over a dozen rays of immortal and demonic light soared from the Lingxiao Palace, belonging to the Great Luo Immortals of various sects who were departing.

Looking at the mission details, Wang Ying’s expression grew grave. Such a loose mission gave him an overwhelming sense of impending crisis. It was true—even for Wang Ying, facing an eighth-tier contractor was extremely dangerous. Once his tracks were exposed, he would be met with relentless strikes until his death.

Bai Mengxi realized she had been acting a bit too enthusiastic today. She pursed her lips, which were itching to say more, lowered her head in embarrassment, and snuck another glance at Su Yuanzhi.

Finally, Fang Jian decided to liquidate the "Taiyi Golden Light Sword," the "Dingyuan Pearl," the "Taixu Root," and over a dozen other "looted" magical artifacts he had never used.

Qin Zhang was intent on dragging him back to the General’s Mansion and naturally did not look back to check on his condition.

But... that’s none of my business. Zhang Qian gently stroked the dry cat fur, feeling the cat’s tongue softly licking his palm.

As he spoke, Yun Chen’s right hand gave a sudden, slight flick, and the underworld bank note held between his fingers burst into flames without a spark.

No sooner had his voice fallen than countless bolts of lightning, composed of spiritual energy, descended like a torrential downpour. The demon god’s avatar, having nowhere to hide, was pierced through by the lightning.

At the hour of the Monkey, the sun shone gently upon the earth, yet the Sashu people, driven by the Juxu army toward Zaileng City, felt not a shred of warmth.

Ye Xuan’s voice reached him. Upon hearing it, the tense expression on the Wolf King’s face finally softened, and his suspended heart settled.

***

Liu Dingtian saw that a breakthrough had been made, but he was in no hurry to respond. Instead, he threw the question back, which would not only stir up conflict among them—making it easier to control them later—but also give himself more time to think about how to make them reveal what exactly in the deep sea the Four Demon Kings feared.

Seeing this, Liu Dingtian did not want to disturb her, but hearing Ye Xuan say it could be practiced put his mind at ease. Ye Xuan would not joke about such things; he just didn't know why there was a trace of red in his internal wood-type spiritual energy.

No matter how he retreated, the distance between him and Yun Chen gradually narrowed until they were face-to-face. Yun Chen reached out a finger and tapped it gently on his forehead.

In the vast starry sky outside the Nine Peaks world, above a magnificent palace, a pillar of fire that reached the heavens stood silent and burning. The monks guarding the area were astonished, whispering to one another in disbelief.

Just as everyone expected that everyone in the Sword Sect would be smashed into pulp by Yun Chen’s palm, a shocking scene unfolded.

"The remaining students, go register over there, and you can leave. Pack your things and report to the academy tomorrow morning," the old man said, pointing to the teacher in charge of registration.

"Government soldiers have come looking for you. They won't chase us," Gong Yuming said, catching his breath.

Leng Ningshuang realized for the first time that death could truly arrive at any moment—at least for ordinary people. Although she was not a normal human, she began to worry.

Wu Yuan was truly impressed. She couldn't believe Zhu Fei could be like this; one second she was heartbroken, but now, upon hearing about a design, her spirits were lifted and she was happy again, completely forgetting why she had come in the first place.

It wasn't until Schuster tapped on the table—with some players shutting up while others continued to chat regardless—that Raul stood up and shouted, and the players gradually quieted down.

"A strange number!" Leng Ningshuang wondered who it could be. She answered the phone: "Hello, is this President Leng Ningshuang?" It was a very magnetic male voice. Leng Ningshuang recognized who it was immediately.

This sparked a conflict between both sides. The referee eventually showed Mane a yellow card, which meant Mane would miss the next league match due to accumulated yellow cards.

She looked at Su Ruoyu, hoping her foster mother would find a way to stop the doctor from examining her, but Su Ruoyu was already frantic herself.

The four of them stared at the image in the painting, lost in thought, while Wuwei took the opportunity to slip out of the room unnoticed.

***

Su Nuan fidgeted, looking exactly like a shy mimosa, but she did not retreat; instead, she seemed to summon all her courage.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, he transformed into a divine dragon and soared into the sky, roaring as he charged toward the Earth Gate.

Dongfang Shuo emerged from a spatial rift with a livid expression. Seeing the unfriendly looks from Zhou Ting and the others, he waved a large hand, snatching up Bixin, who was still miles away and grumbling as she walked.

Section Chief Zhao was so angry his nose was crooked. Two old things riding electric scooters dared to talk to him like that?

The most terrifying thing was that these monsters appeared to have no skin, looking just like freshly skinned frogs, revealing the blood-red muscles and blood vessels beneath—utterly nauseating.

The man referred to as the Sect Master seemed not to hear, standing with his hands behind his back, his posture as erect as ever as he gazed toward the direction of Tongwan City.

"I have other business to attend to, so I'll be going now," he said, striding toward the door before breaking into a run.

If not for his face still bearing the features of a Xiongnu, Yaoyu would have mistaken him for a son of some clan from the south.

Twenty years had passed; the Traveler’s Pavilion could not slaughter the entire martial arts world over this. But making them pay a heavy price was only right and proper.

Although the morning match had been short, it was more mentally draining than a regular livestream. So, in the afternoon, Ji Shaotian didn't play games; he planned to rest or catch up with old middle school classmates on QQ.

Xu Fenfen returned to Fuju Island and told her mother-in-law the innocent words of the children. Lady Liang then told Lady Lu, and Lady Lu mentioned it while on the phone with Mrs. Qu, who immediately beamed with delight.

It wasn't the sound of a Taoist talisman; the coffin lid had suddenly flown off, coincidentally slamming into the passage between the main tomb chamber and the outer chamber, sealing the door shut.