Chapter 41

And what about the elevator apartment for Yan's father and mother? Without the strength of an evolver, avenues for making money are scarce; when on earth would they ever be able to afford such upscale housing?

Presently, after a decade-long military reform, China has completed—or largely completed—its transition from "large-scale mechanized warfare" to "information-ized warfare."

Yet now, even though he had changed his profession to a cleaner on Elm Street, it did not mean he was a pushover to be slaughtered at will.

When he clearly saw the contents inside the spatial ring, even with Ye Mo's vast experience, he could not help but gasp sharply.

Although he did not know what kind of existence heroic spirits truly were, it now seemed they bore a certain distinction from the entity of ghosts.

"Very well. I wonder what kind of person could make you act like this; I certainly wish to meet her..." Seeing Shaoji act in such a manner, the young man burst into laughter and spoke thus.

Watching Yan Poyue's beaming, springtime smile—a face that made it impossible for anyone to truly remain angry—a trace of a smile flashed across Quan Xulei's lips. Although his smile was subtle, how could it possibly escape Yan Poyue's sharp eyes?

Mere disciples of Qingyun Mountain, yet they were already existences at the Huayuan Realm. Compared to the master of a peak in the Heavenly Sword Sect, the only difference perhaps was their age.

Su Ye simply enjoyed the brief tranquility following the great battle without a shred of fear, because he simply did not believe that Guangzi could ban his ID. It wasn't a matter of them being discerning, but rather that Guangzi lacked the capability to ban his ID.

"My Qingzhou Academy is presiding over the Ten Academies Tournament. If anyone dares to disrupt the rules, do not blame me, Peng Xiong, for turning hostile and refusing to recognize acquaintances," Peng Xiong said without yielding an inch.

"It really is quite a hassle to force you to use this move. Ghost Ji, merge." The giant black rat transformed into a black beam of light that melted into Baili Mebai's body. An emblem of a black rat appeared on Baili Mebai's right hand, and the black light condensing in his palm actually transformed into a long black saber.

I, however, found myself unable to keep watching. I drew out an invisibility talisman, intending to walk over and slap it onto the proprietress while unobserved, only to have my wrist firmly gripped by Gu Qihan.

Doctor Shui looked at Ye Xuanxuan—whose face remained pale yet whose expression was serene—with a trace of admiration flashing in his eyes.

White Horse—no, it should be Baili now—wore an expression of pure joy. Although it behaved with great composure, its eyes brimmed with happiness.

"This is only right." Of course this was how it should be; Jian Minghan had paid close attention to Ye Qingfeng at the academy and had truly been protecting him all along. Ye Qingfeng was certainly not made of wood, which was why he showed such patience toward this father-and-son pair.

Just as the moon reached the center of the sky, I suddenly heard a sound coming from the nearby thickets. Stirred in my heart, I stepped forward two paces, wanting to see what was truly happening.

My room connected with Cheng Shan's, and she was delighted, inviting me to join her for dinner. I, however, was completely captivated by the spiritual plants in the courtyard.

Knowing that my friends were living well filled my heart with joy. I chose not to disturb their normal lives; I came quietly and left quietly, without causing the slightest ripple.

Xinbi lifted her head slightly and spoke those words to Uncle Chengque. Tears welled up in her eyes naturally and without warning, after which her vital energy surged turbulently. Spiritual power and hot blood rushed fiercely to her brain, compounded by the exhaustion from just channeling spiritual energy for her father; right then, without a sound or a word, Xinbi's vision went completely black, and she collapsed unconscious to the ground.

Watching them dissolve away on the teleportation platform, Liang Long hurriedly turned around and walked toward the stacks of metal supply crates piled to the side.

"I will be heading back first. My help to you perhaps can only go this far; the rest of the matters will depend entirely on yourselves." Mu Lixiao knew it was inconvenient for her to visit again; after all, the Empress Dowager had just set her sights on this place today.

"Alas! Old friend, farewell forever!" Li Guixin's thoughts were heavy. He had known all along that Qiu Cheng would not surrender; Qiu Cheng's stubborn temperament was something he knew all too well.

The middle-aged doctor was dumbfounded. He had no idea what on earth was going on here; after all, he was merely a traditional Chinese medicine doctor who prepared herbal powders in this place.

She was naturally well aware of the identity of this mysterious and esteemed guest before her. The chairman had given strict instructions earlier and even arranged such a grand welcoming ceremony precisely to let her know that the person before her was definitely extraordinary.

Right now, the super-particles within his body were like a peerless divine sword acquired by a protagonist, currently only being used to chop melons and vegetables.

Luo Huang knew he was finished. Even if he could escape now, the sight of Yan Bei would still fill him with dread, unless he could kill Yan Bei to make his Dao heart round and flawless once more. Yet, to leave this place, the oath remained an insurmountable hurdle forever. Just how was he to make his choice?

This scene, falling into the eyes of the Wuyou Divine Guards, filled them with gnashing hatred, while also causing deep worry for Bi Yuntao and Elder Jun.

Capturing the trace of the opponent's concealment, Yan Bei swept out with the Scarlet Scar, unfurling his Great Dao Domain to clear away the illusions. With the momentum of a collapsing mountain, he enveloped the True Immortal who had remained hidden all along. Amidst a cloud of dust and smoke, the immortal robes shattered, leaving behind a pool of blood, yet that person successfully fled.

"Yan sister, I am one of the few Chinese members of the Freemasons, and especially coming from the Mainland, coupled with certain methods of mine—so, Yan sister, I'm not boasting, my position within the Freemasons is actually quite high," Yan Feixuan said quite confidently to Liu Mingyuan.

Wu Duan could not comprehend it and feared running afoul of commercial secrets, so he merely glanced at it briefly and withdrew his gaze.

Sun Wukong's substitute avatar gazed blankly at the assembled Buddhas, then recalled the alms bowl the Buddha had tossed toward him. Everything, absolutely everything, seemed truly as this monster before him had described.

Because Shi Yi had previously lingered among third-rate factions, his reputation had reached the ears of some rulers of second-rate factions, yet the majority still remained entirely unaware of him. Thus, initially, he had simply been treated as a joke.

Especially Yue Viet, a nation that had always fancied itself a global powerhouse, having been caught completely dazed and beaten black and blue by Shi Yi's covert stick, had now plunged into an ocean of utter chaos.

"It requires the consent of our Lord Great General of Peace of the Three Realms, and only with his tally arrow can it be done." This Yellow Turban Daoist replied honestly.

"You know as well as what my body is like; it has long been riddled with holes by Five-Stone Powder and alcohol."

Yet, Zhang Fei's ancestors merely butchered pigs. Although they had wealth, their money was insignificant compared to even slightly larger merchants, so it was understandable that they lacked family-inherited martial arts manuals. Guan Yu's family background was presumably even less impressive.

"I actually wish my mother were a teacher or a cashier. That way, she could understand me a little better," Li Zi sneed.

Mugew thought of his past experience escaping from the Qingqiu world. At that time, Yunji held an aloof status and controlled Mugew's fate. Perhaps when Mugew was struggling to save himself, he would inevitably and ruthlessly resort to scheming and cold-bloodedness.