Volume One, Chapter 97: Lu Bolin Has Contracted AIDS

The study was heavy with silence.

Wen Qianyu stood before the desk, his back slightly bent, the muscles in his calves aching so badly he could scarcely remain on his feet.

Wen Yuqin slowly wiped his glasses, and only after no one knew how long did he finally bring this “torture” to an end.

“Tomorrow, make some time,” the man said, sliding a card across the desk, his tone neither warm nor cold. “Go to this place and meet someone.”

Wen Qianyu fixed his gaze on the card, his expression changing slightly. “...You want me to go on a blind date?”

The instant Wen Yuqin heard the meaning behind those words, his temper flared. He slammed his hand on the desk and rose in anger, pointing at him.

“Yes, a blind date. You’d better cut off those little notions of yours as soon as possible. If this one doesn’t work...”

The crowd edged closer to the house, straining to tell where the sound was coming from. One of them pointed at the room and said, “It’s coming from in there. Is someone inside?” With a bit of courage, she reached out to push the door open.

“Are you out of your mind? Why don’t you open your eyes and look at the situation around you?” Han Susu was both exasperated and amused by this fool.

An ancient and dignified voice rang out across the deathmatch arena. The Lord of Bone City stood upon the central platform, looking down coldly at the two facing each other below. He seemed utterly impartial, while the surrounding spectators fell quiet as well, staring down with bloodthirsty excitement and holding their breath for the battle to begin.

“Speak! How is this illusion supposed to be passed? Where exactly in Niflheim are Chen Wenwen and Sima Xuxu now?” Luo Mingfei yanked off Ye Sheng’s belt and grabbed his trousers, letting the cold wind surge in, making the latter shiver.

Now, facing Fu Hongxue, he unexpectedly felt that same sensation again in his heart—the feeling of being whipped.

Of course, there was still energy-based offense capable of breaking through that monster’s magnetic force. Back then, the collision between Agul and Gaia’s ultimate techniques had enough power to force it open, and a complete Neo Magus Cannon was also more than enough to make Motchian feel like a turtle hiding in its shell.

The terrain of this plane was utterly strange. It was like one vast swamp, with not a single patch of dry land in sight. Great trees rose out of the water, their branches spreading and their roots tangled together. All the animals lived upon those branches, forming an above-water world of roughly two zhang in height.

People had thought TPC’s antimatter news was alarming enough, yet what came afterward was even more shocking. The expert had once speculated that before the universe came into being, antimatter must have existed—but with the Big Bang, all antimatter disappeared from this universe and went entirely into the anti-universe.

A princess room? You’re imagining things. Luoxue looked at Yuxuan with clear disgust. You know that every dorm in Saint Knowledge Academy has a different style—there are princess rooms, pastoral rooms, aristocratic rooms, and so on...

Xiao Yiran saw that the two of them had even forgotten to close the door. After a moment’s hesitation, he still stepped forward, intending to find out what was going on.

The powerful members of the four clans showed a hint of fear at this moment. They frantically urged every ounce of strength in their bodies, forming the strongest possible defense around themselves.

Halfway through his words, the man launched his attack. The earth-grade battle halberd in his hand whipped through the air, leaving afterimages in its wake.

As the chief engineer who had built and perfected the guild step by step from nothing, Black Spade was undoubtedly racking his brains at this very moment, trying to solve the current problem. Yet precisely because he was so immersed in it, he had not noticed that the guild’s cohesion had been built up bit by bit through his own efforts.

As for whether the Japanese would alter the cipher, and when they might replace it, or what they would replace it with—those were matters for later.

This time, Ye Haoxuan sensed that somewhere far ahead of him there was a white sphere of light taller than a man, and within that sphere, a dark shadow seemed to be flickering.

And the latter’s limit of defense was at the level of a peak cosmic sovereign; anything beyond that would, like the former, be blasted through.

The cultivator sent by Green Plum Mountain was exceedingly arrogant. And “arrogant” was no exaggeration—he came in with his chin practically lifted to the ceiling. No one knew what had given him such confidence, or how he could be so contemptuous of everyone.

Now, whether it was true or false, in the court and within the Imperial Clan Court, that identity was already dead—and that was enough. The Zhao Xin of the present was Miao Ding. Zhao Xin was dead, meaning the legitimate heir of the Renzong Emperor had died as well. From here on, it would be a contest of countless schemes and stratagems; they had no interest in paying attention to this side at all.

War is a place where sorrow and miracles are born. Behind every victory lies immense sacrifice.

Last time, when he used the Spirit of Divine Patterns to unleash “Spirit of Divine Patterns, Transcendent Void-Heaven Crash” against the Four-Glow Light Saint, the power of the spirit manifested and augmented his body. This was different from the present Divine Pattern Origin Falling Star. This time, the source of the divine patterns attacked directly with their primordial essence, making the destructive force even more terrifying.

Suddenly, on the Gatling cannon at the top of Impleza’s head, the gathered energy flickered a few times and then rapidly dissipated.

Dexphasa, walking down the street, came to an abrupt stop and took the blue-tooth earpiece from his ear.

The cultivators of the Purple Sword Sect and the Black Dragon Sect each had their own thoughts; their expressions were full of color, and all their gazes converged on the white-clad youth in unison.

The private rooms upstairs were truly excellent. Opening the window revealed a river encircling River City, and the banks were lined with trees, flowers, and grasses. Though winter had already arrived, the scenery was still exceptionally beautiful.

A string of questions was thrown out. Ye Hua had expected to hear the same respectful response as always, yet there was not the slightest reply.

Leng Mei’s broken sword had already left its sheath, ready at any moment to become a fierce streak of sword-light and burst forth.

Shen Huai and Cheng Yi both had lower berths on their tickets, but it would not be proper to drive the middle-aged man across from them up to the upper bunk at this time. So Cheng Yi sat together with Shen Huai, took out the various foods her mother had prepared, spread them out on the berth, and ate dinner with her hands.

“Nothing much. One step at a time, I suppose. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do next,” Hu Fei said, shaking his head in some distress. In truth, he was lost as well, unable to tell whether, after bringing down Kun Sha, it would be the end or merely the beginning of something new. Perhaps he would pack up and go home. Perhaps he would set out on another journey.