38. Crossing into the Qing Dynasty (38)

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The powerhouses of the major sects watched with their own eyes as the members of the Heavenly Sect exited the Star Cabin, their expressions growing increasingly grim. The members of the Funeral Sect found themselves in a difficult position, and even more so, the Heavenly Sect showed no intention of taking the Funeral Sect members with them as they departed.

Wang Yi furrowed his brows. He had wanted to step forward to assist Zhang Wei, but upon reflection, he realized that leaving quickly with the group was the most urgent priority; otherwise, they would only become a burden to Zhang Wei.

As a standout among the collateral branches of the family, he was usually the one bullying others. When had he ever suffered such grievances? Instead, it seemed to him that Ye Tianchen, whom he deemed far inferior, was repeatedly unleashing greater power, attracting the attention and awe of many, which left him feeling deeply unbalanced and furious.

"Wait, how did your strength suddenly vanish completely?" Xiao Kuang suddenly noticed that Xu Ming’s power had evaporated in an instant, and he exclaimed in shock, his expression changing drastically.

After all, no matter how talented Ye Tianchen might be, he was merely an Emperor-tier cultivator; his cultivation realm was far below that of Xia Chengqing, who had reached the level of a Half-Step Emperor Sovereign.

Wen Qingye gestured to the few people behind him, and everyone nodded subconsciously.

Tian Ermiao clearly remembered that Gu Heshuo’s soul had dissipated, dying alongside his wife, Cui Jing.

"You’re so dense. They must think we went down in the elevator. Who would have guessed we came back up?" Ling Yu explained.

Yin Lingzi let out a cold snort and suddenly waved his hand, enveloping Lin Fan in an illusion. At that moment, Lin Fan found the scene shifting; he was no longer near the Heavenly Temple of the Royal Palace but had appeared in a field of beautiful flowers.

"Sister Zhao, step back! Leave this to me!" Jia Lang said coldly, blocking her path.

But later, Yang Zi’an not only helped her enhance her Martial Soul but also assisted her in breaking free from that family, allowed her to become one of the most promising Soul Masters on the continent, and eventually became her mentor.

He had not expected that merely contradicting the envoy twice would lead to such dire consequences.

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To avoid suspicion, before the palace gates were locked, Ding Yi returned to Xuchang Palace, having agreed to meet at a broken wall at the westernmost end of the North Wall.

Of course, this journey was not just for sightseeing or indulging in ancient melancholy. He also sought counsel from Wei Deng regarding the various protocols of the rural drinking rites and the public sentiment in Xin’an. Wei Deng, the county magistrate, had been promoted from the position of registrar; he knew every detail and spoke without reservation.

Hearing this, Jia Lang understood that this had some connection to his own lineage, or else they would not have come to ask at this time.

Although it was for his sister-in-law’s sake, he had never seen Yu Hanli personally come to the scene for his own affairs before.

Wei Jin opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but realizing it was not the time for her to voice an opinion, she held back.

Because Jia Lang had previously stated that Ye Wen would take him as a disciple, he began to address Jia Lang as "Senior Brother."

Soil from an unknown source appeared around Yang Zi’an, instantly forming two walls that began to crush toward him.

Whether it was the Golden Burst Generation or the super-explosives equivalent to ten of them, neither was something Lin Yi could afford to trifle with.

Firstly, they were shocked by Chen Fan’s strength, and secondly, they could not believe Chen Fan would act so righteously at such a time.

"No matter what name you go by in the bloodline of Cao Mengde, from today on, you shall be the Bronze Bird Terrace!" Cao Cao declared domineeringly.

Above, two private helicopters were responsible for overseeing the day's events, supervised by Haber’s eldest son, Hesse, with Haber himself nearby scouting the location.

Xuan Xunxue, this young girl, must have grown up on the mountain with her master; she had little grasp of worldly customs, chattering "you this, you that" in front of Li Chengqian without once considering questions of status or rank.

Aode was startled. The skeleton had been clinging to life, yet it had now returned to its peak state; this was deeply uncanny.

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"Why aren't you eating?" Beishan poked Xu Cheng at this moment, not forgetting to pull along the culprit behind it all.

The people in the Sundial City stopped their work, as if stimulated by a stimulant, inhaling the scent of the wine with wide, shining eyes.

In the silence, she could not help but sneer coldly once again. He had always thought himself a very clever person, but who knew? He was not clever at all.

Jack felt a secret joy: "Hahaha, I was just bluffing. You didn't even look, and I was already thinking of flipping one over for you to see."

Seeing this scene, whether it was Qiu Ze and Liu Changshan observing from the shadows, Xu Cheng who had set the sea of fire to punish the two, or Jing Tang who had just passed through the flames unscathed, all wore expressions of shock.

In truth, just as Feng Er had said, they never expected to come here, but sometimes fate is like that. Who among the group, originally intending to vacation in America, could have imagined they would end up in Siberia?

The Behemoth is a God-tier boss with high attack and defense. Because of its massive size, it is slow and lacks agility. As long as one is not hit, there is no need to worry, but large-scale area-of-effect skills remain unavoidable.

Those who reacted early took advantage of the chaos to seize monster-farming areas, leveling up in peace to try and surpass others. As for those who reacted slowly, a moment of carelessness would result in their chosen leveling area being snatched away—a truly miserable sight.

Every country is like this; new dishes constantly emerge, and old ones are forgotten. But more often, things become a hodgepodge. Clearly, with this old woman's words, Xu Shaoyan had recreated the taste of Chongqing from over a decade ago.

She was well-versed in this line of work. Back in the day, she had raided the beast den under Lucifer’s name on the Demon Island. Doing it again now felt like revisiting the good old days, Yun Qianqian thought with nostalgic longing.