Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Trade Conference

By the lakeside, Honglin was left bewildered. "Xia Ling, you agreed to distance yourself from me for three lines of incantation from Ye Feng, but I offered you an entire Five Elements Manual and you still won't treat me normally. Why?" Such an expression rarely appeared on Honglin's face—helplessness, confusion. Not far from Xia Ling at the school lake, a chubby boy crouched in a corner. This boy was Jiang Chao, who was recording everything on his phone...

Guangchengzi gently tasted his tea. Though it was just ordinary leaves, the fragrance was captivating, carrying a sense of balance and serenity with every sip.

He shook his body and revealed his true form, transforming into the Eight-Headed Serpent, towering dozens of yards high. Its iron scales gleamed, eight jaws bristling with steel fangs, long tongues flickering as it spewed poisonous mist, giant eyes gleaming with a demonic light capable of stealing souls.

In the end, Shangguan Xiaoyao had no choice but to leave the secret realm created by the master Tuo Guangzhao. Now, he was no longer in a realm of memory illusions. Time had returned to its normal flow, and if he didn’t hurry, by the time he left, the entire Divine Realm might have ceased to exist.

Though he didn’t understand what was happening, Lu Jianyu quickly called Chu Yu to follow him inside.

Dong Shanhai glanced at him, and with a casual flick, Ma Guohao was pushed aside.

Just as Lu Jianyu was halfway through his sentence, a sudden snore echoed from nearby. Lu Jianyu was startled, then turned his head toward the source of the sound.

"I brought out this item to trade. I wonder if anyone has innate spirit stones or rare treasures containing primordial energy. If they possess the power of creation, all the better," the cultivator stated his terms.

Far from home, the group of youths didn’t know what to do, so all their hopes rested on this seemingly warm-hearted stranger.

After collecting their food, Zhu Ziqing led Chu Yu to sit in a quiet corner of the cafeteria, where they ate slowly and savored each bite.

Every cell in his body longed to devour this fruit. It was truly a rare cosmic wonder; he had never heard of any fruit capable of helping one ascend from the tribulation of lightning to immortality. Unprecedented and unbelievable.

Chen Feng rolled his eyes. He was anxious, yet someone kept causing trouble for him. Gritting his teeth, he even used space-rending magic, but the iron chain remained unresponsive.

"But is there really such a thing as the Twelve Path Staff Technique?" Du Yuan swept his gaze over the scene; it was clear that the so-called staff technique was not even worth discussing.

"Second bow, Lord Chen Feng has shown immense kindness to our fox clan!" All the foxes' eyes turned red, recalling how Chen Feng had never abandoned them along the way. Their gratitude was boundless, and some were already moved to tears.

In the end, countless shards of ice sealed Xiao Yan's body completely. A thick layer of solid ice imprisoned both the Giant Elephant Technique and Xiao Yan himself, leaving him utterly immobile, much less able to break free.

Led by Han Jingdong, Xiang Dongliang arrived at Room 703. As soon as he entered, he saw an elder sitting on the bed, distinguished in bearing, sharp-eyed, and vaguely familiar in appearance.

"That makes sense. Go on, tell us your specific thoughts," Xu Tian nodded, signaling Xiao Bojun to continue. He was increasingly convinced that Xiao Bojun bore a striking resemblance to himself.

Everyone’s gaze fell upon Zhang Ling, who at that moment, eyes closed in cultivation, appeared to be in a state of selfless absorption. Her face was serene, and wisps of white mist rose from her body as if she were enveloped in smoke.

Six Source Transformation experts—such a lineup was enough to crush the entire Western Region. If not for the dread of the Ghost Hall, Xiao Yan would have already led his people to confront them, rather than waiting another ten days.