Chapter 47

Gu Qing led Qian Ye and Zhu Yan'er back toward the Qingxuan Sect, but parted ways with Wu Ge midway. Unwilling to return to Qingxuan just yet, Wu Ge used a casual excuse to go his separate ways from the group. Knowing his temperament all too well, Gu Qing silently expressed his gratitude in his heart.

At the break of dawn the next day, Qian Feng awoke to find Qian Ye closely studying him, which gave him quite a start. Hastily straightening his clothes, Qian Feng demanded, "What are you doing?" Looking at Qian Feng's bloodshot eyes with faint dark circles underneath, he asked, "You didn't sleep at all last night, did you?"

It is customary in Chinese culture that leaving anyone out is a slight, while inviting the wrong person invites curses. Hosting a banquet is indeed an art requiring a great deal of wisdom.

Li Xiang stood motionless in the center of the arena, his head lowered like a statue. As Wang Jinshan closed in on him step by step, he acted as though he neither saw nor heard him.

She didn't feel like saying anything at the moment, nor did she wish to continue this conversation—like, at all? The weather was already this cold, so why did her earlobes suddenly feel somewhat burning hot?

Just as Ye Tianyun was about to take advantage of the moment to leave, the security door beside him suddenly flew open, giving him a genuine fright! A hand abruptly thrust out, clutching a garbage bag that landed squarely on him.

There was no grain or official silver left in the Yazhou granary, but since the Ever-Normal Granary Commissioner of Chengdu Prefecture Road was right here, this posed no problem at all. Han Xiu immediately declared that he would set out for Chengdu the next day to prioritize the allocation of grain and disaster relief funds from the Yazhou Ever-Normal Granary. This fell entirely within his jurisdiction, so his word was final.

Ape Spirit felt a hint of disappointment inwardly, though this trip to the immortal mansion had yielded more than enough benefits; it was only ending up empty-handed at the very last moment that left him slightly crestfallen.

The sword lingered in the air for a moment before suddenly multiplying into six long blades. Spinning rapidly in a line, the six swords streaked toward Wu Chi. At that instant, Qian Feng's figure abruptly materialized in the plaza, and in the blink of an eye, another afterimage appeared six zhang away.

The leader of the security guards turned out to be a Thai whose powerful physique almost burst his tank top. His arms were corded with bulging muscles, making him look like a fierce tiger.

"Yiling will be fine for now, so you don't need to worry too much. There's a reason why she's like this, and matters of this sort will be handled by others." Seeing that Ling Feng remained silent with a still-solemn expression, Qingyi offered a word of comfort.

However, I don't know what came over me at that moment; the anger in my heart completely overwhelmed my fear, and the sword radiance of the Huangchao Sword surged several times over. With a single slash, it struck the black hole, and with unabated momentum, pierced right through it before crashing toward the heavenly fire.

Yet, shortly after several members left, Feng Ge suddenly returned to YY. Without opening her microphone, she typed a single sentence in the public chat room of YY.

How could any of this still resemble the night? How could this be a school holiday? It was clearly the exact same scene that Qianhui used to find herself immersed in every single day back when she was a student, a scene she knew with absolute familiarity.

"What---happened to you?" Gazing at Mu Nuanying's right cheek, which was swollen like a steamed bun, mottled with purplish bruises, and marked by five distinct finger impressions, Lan Yin could not help drawing a sharp intake of breath, stuttering for a long time before asking tactfully.

Lu Tianjing couldn't help frowning. Initially, he had suspected that Chu Lei, Sanctuary, or Night Rain might be plotting their revenge, but to his surprise, it turned out to be a guild completely unconnected to them.

Fire Phoenix was the only mecha He Xiangrou truly mastered. As the actual designer who improved the Fire Phoenix, she knew its characteristics inside and out, allowing her to unleash its capabilities to the absolute maximum.

Upon hearing this, Wu Wei and Zhao Xiaoli, whose heads were filled with question marks, became even more baffled, and their suspicious gazes toward Ding Cunhao grew increasingly intense.

Time remained a mystery, and there was no telling how long they had walked. Aside from the grayish hue of the sky deepening by the tiniest fraction, there was nothing else.

Upon reaching this spot, the crazy girl raised her hand and gently made a grasping motion. The earth suddenly split open, and a nine-chi-long, emerald-green tree root rose from beneath the ground, landing right in her palm.

At this moment, the destructive power of the external massive explosion reached its absolute peak. Even the Haoran Hall trembled violently under the overwhelming impact, and crisp cracking sounds—as if glass were about to shatter—began to echo both inside and outside the hall.

Xia Zheng's voice suddenly rang out from behind. Startled, Lin Yuan turned around to see Xia Zheng's cheeks slightly flushed, clearly still feeling the lingering warmth of the alcohol.

Everyone sighed one after another. They had originally expected the Son of Heavenly Secrets to pull off an epic counter-kill, but formidable as he was, the descendant of the Underworld God proved even more terrifying by planning ahead and slaying him.

"Charge!" ordered Xiao Chen. The massive horde of monsters blocking the path had been completely cleared out. There would be a brief window of time before new monsters spawned, and by activating Sprint, they could easily break through.

The mechanical giant python burst out from the collapsed building, opening its maw to emit a series of piercing screeches that threatened to rupture eardrums.

"Take a look at this. Tie Biao dropped it here when he asked me for a steamed bun. Give it to him the moment you see him." With these words, he handed over a bronze medallion.

Wu Gang, crouching in the third-line defense position, witnessed what was easily the finest battle he had ever seen. They had caught the Japanese troops completely off guard and forced them into a continuous retreat, all thanks to the regiment commander's brilliant strategy and the hard work of his brothers.

Bu Xin raised his head to look at Rao Luoxiang once more, though this time his gaze lingered slightly longer before he lowered his head again to play with his phone.

Seeing that the freezing cold air could not cross the barrier of light, Nie Yingrong raised her right hand, where the frosty energy swirled and condensed into the shape of a blade. With a single slash of the ice blade, she cleaved the light wall in two. Fang Qingahua, standing behind the wall, leaped to the right to dodge the blade-qi that pierced straight through.