Volume 1, Chapter 131: The Encounter (2)

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“This should be the place…” Wen Xuyu glanced at the navigation on her phone, dragging her luggage along the narrow path, yet she couldn’t find the main entrance to the residential complex.

From the outside, the Teachers’ Apartments looked quite pleasant, with convenient transportation. Just a few hundred meters away stood a school, making it a genuine “school district residence.”

“Mr. Mo, everyone who can be contacted has already been reached. Over sixty people can arrive within fifteen minutes. Is that enough?” the man in the Land Rover asked Mo Shaoyun. Mo Shaoyun nodded, estimating it was sufficient. Sixty people… surely that would be enough to keep Wang Chen there, right?

The ghosts of the Netherworld numbered in the billions. Although many perished due to the catastrophe, even more had advanced in cultivation and remained behind.

“Boss? Boss?” Xin felt awkward, calling softly twice before nudging Ye Qing’s arm. Only then did Ye Qing turn to look at him.

Yet Zhu Yao smiled faintly. Even if others looked down on him, what did it matter? Once everyone here was dead, no one would know anyway.

Undeniably, if I were to face that primordial beast, I’d probably be beaten until not a single bone remained.

It was almost a joke—a sudden block of ice appeared, inside it was someone. A corpse would be unsettling enough, but this person’s eyes were open. Who wouldn’t be terrified?

But Xiao He acted without hesitation, entering himself. As the Heavenly King of Changbai Mountain, how could he allow the young master to risk himself so recklessly?

“What did you discover?” Sanqing was the first to arrive. After asking, he climbed onto the stone platform and stood beside Yi Jianxi.

In Korea, respect for seniority and ethical hierarchy was taken to an almost obsessive degree. This was even more pronounced in the entertainment industry. Juniors who disrespected their seniors would, at best, be reprimanded; at worst, suppressed or blacklisted, inevitably leading to their elimination from the industry.

Upon hearing this, before anyone else could react, Xiao Tian suddenly spat out the tea he had just sipped.

What was causing the disruption in spiritual power output? Why hadn’t I sensed it? Was it because their cultivation was insufficient? Or were they unfamiliar with cultivation? Tang Feng pondered long and hard but could find no answer.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly noticed a deep red area on the map. It wasn’t large, but it caught his attention. Could it be a temporary NPC camp?

However, it was even more ruthless than he expected—Qing and Lan hadn’t prepared any food for He Changdi.

Pei Gongcuo embraced her from behind, burying his head in her neck with satisfaction. The soft breath gently caressed the strands of hair by her ear, filling her with an unexpected warmth.

The path was indeed long—so long that they almost thought they were trapped in an endless loop. Yet the reality was not as bleak as they feared. Ahead, light gradually emerged. The narrow tomb corridor was lined on both sides with square niches, each holding a lamp that burned for a millennium without extinguishing.

Seeing Pablo’s expression, Tang Feng no longer concealed his true intentions. After all, it was time to reveal his plan. Sitting up straight, he answered solemnly, eyes fixed unblinkingly on Pablo.

After joining the vanguard with the new companions, Captain Yun Yang bowed his head and began to explain to the furious commander who had already spotted their figures.

Hua Mian looked at Zhao Wumei approaching her with confusion. She had never interacted with her before—what was she doing coming to Shuihua Palace now?

“Mr. Shi, it’s been a long time. I didn’t expect to have the honor of meeting you here. I am Ouyang Chengfeng from the Green Demon Pavilion of the Southern Holy Kingdom. This is my younger brother, Ouyang Polang, and this is Ukui,” Ouyang Chengfeng introduced them one by one.

Liu Hanyan’s face flushed. Zhuang Zhaoxue said, “It wasn’t us who defeated them; some mysterious senior must have secretly helped us.” Wang Houdao added, “Thanks to Yan’er’s calmness in the crisis, we would have been doomed otherwise…” The crown prince’s eyes rolled, glancing between Wang Hou and Liu Hanyan.