Chapter 54

As for the departure of the "Black Shark Rogue," neither the rogue cultivators on Jinzhu Island nor the members of the Li family had the slightest inkling of it.

This spiritual metal, known as "Ant-Crystal Xuan Iron," was exceptionally precious. A single ounce could cost as many as three hundred lower-grade spirit stones, and even then, it was virtually unprocurable on the market.

Qi Ping immediately pinpointed the appearance of five traveling merchants, which suggested that he had likely encountered them beforehand and grasped certain crucial pieces of information.

"Do not underestimate him. Given his rate of cultivation, there is every possibility that he might step into the Third Realm," Red Bean cautioned prudently.

Usually, important missions were entrusted to them, but now they had been assigned by the table to help Miss Scroll farm the land.

By this time, the other Qi-guiding escorts had successively snapped back to their senses. Astonishment, relief, shame—all sorts of emotions welled up in their hearts.

After organizing his thoughts slightly, he began from the time he parted ways with Wang Ping on Jinzhu Island, slowly recounting the experiences of these past few years.

According to records in ancient texts, because monster insects possessed low intelligence, it was impossible to employ complex methods when domesticating them; one could only rely on the most rudimentary beast-taming techniques to subdue them.

"If this were a wuxia setting, it would be a rather decent starting point, but this world possesses the supernatural!" Qi Ping mused, lost in thought as he recalled his recent experiences.

When that time came, she would be able to choose to leave this unscrupulous law firm and find a somewhat more reliable one.

"Fine, no problem. If you can obtain it, then I certainly won't regret it! Let's see if you have what it takes!" Lin Jiachun's father said with a cunning smile.

According to the agreements reached between the various federal states and the military government in Myanmar, the first type of invitation letter had a fixed quota, to be independently disposed of by the various warlords. As for the latter two types of invitation letters, they could only be issued after the inviting party reported them to the organizing committee via guarantee and obtained approval. Essentially, the various merchants had to rely on their own capabilities and spend money to buy tickets.

At this moment, the entire room flashed with an intense green light. Not only were the four individuals suppressed by that wave of demonic spiritual energy, but they were also temporarily blinded.

At this time, everyone else in the Shining World Spirit Guild had merged with that energy, allowing them to summon divine artifacts at any moment, and the cultivation methods for the skills within that energy had already appeared in their minds.

"Sister, where are you going?" Seeing Nika about to leave without a word, Nicole hurriedly chased after her and asked.

True enough, these words proved effective; the expressions of the crowd were no longer as murderous as before.

Meanwhile, Liu Mu, Mo Chen, Zi Meng, and Xing Li had been sealed inside a crystal pillar by Heiyao, yet that mysterious power within the ring was still stirring restlessly.

"Dad!" Chu Tianhong was the first to rush to his father's side, supporting him and gently stroking his chest. Seeing the old man's hand clutching his chest, he immediately retrieved quick-acting heart pills from the old man's jacket pocket and administered them to him.

Just as Taibai kicked down one person, the rest were completely intercepted by Li Yiwan's two bodyguards. Watching Li Yiwan's bodyguards snatch away his opportunity to play the hero saving the damsel, Taibai felt his teeth itch with frustration.

Qin Wanru said with a deep sense of anxiety that over these past few days, she had felt the pressure from Wu Xinyang the most directly. If this continued, her company would be driven into bankruptcy by him.

Leng Sisi held the three sabers in both hands, her expression bizarre, not knowing what to do. The bandit fighting Lu Maoyun wielded a spiked club; abandoning Lu Maoyun, he brought the club down in a crushing blow toward the top of Leng Sisi's head.

"This detestable fellow, having vanished for so many years, to think he is still alive," Tsunade murmured softly.

"Ghost Flame can represent me!" Mo Ziwen truly was unwilling to deal with Zhang Yifan, and Ghost Flame volunteering himself suited his wishes precisely.

Amidst the churning corpse Qi, the iron ore was crushed into fine, delicate powder. With a single wave of the young man's hand, that delicate powder flew toward his lower body, and with a fleeting thought, it transformed into a dark red pair of boxer shorts.

His expression still bore a trace of pallor as he gazed at the Blood Ancestor, his brows radiating heroic spirit.

Although the Angel Legion and his own legion were not in the same major city, having a super legion backing them meant that anyone wishing to move against their legion would have to think twice; the wrath of a super legion was not something just anyone could bear.

The summoned fellow scurried hurriedly toward the dining hall, relayed the message to Jackson and Peter in the command room, and after the two exchanged glances, they immediately understood what was going on.

Eight smooth, translucent essence blood beads, resembling red agates, floated suspended in mid-air. Surrounded by wisps of extremely Yin spiritual qi resembling thin smoke, every single one of them exuded a faint, crystalline radiance.

This kind of ordinary grenade attack could be launched once per second, and the damage output was fairly respectable. While it had no effect on players of the same level, it was more than enough against these low-level mechanical behemoths.

Later on, Wang Nian always felt that Fan Gongzi was somewhat neurotic, able to joke around with enemy spies under such circumstances. Fan Xian himself lacked this self-awareness; at the time, it was something spoken purely out of subconsciousness. Of course, he had no idea what immediate effects this offhand remark of his would cause, nor what consequences it would bring upon himself in the future.

Dong Yingxue smiled wryly without answering. How was one supposed to answer this? If she said it was her business, then it was her business; if she said it wasn't, well, it truly wasn't.