Chapter 131: Soul Summoning

Lu Li smiled and called over several skewer chefs from behind.

“Come on, wasn’t it you who insisted on showing off your northeastern barbecue skills?”

Lei Haoran placed the skewers on a nearby plate, finally took off his gloves, and sat down wearily, tilting his head back to drink half a bottle of beer.

“The chef’s demonstration is over. Let your chefs take over now,” Lu Li said with a smile, waving his hand. Several head chefs stepped forward.

They seemed like people from entirely different worlds; he wondered what was on his mind, but she couldn’t understand, nor could she make sense of it. Perhaps it was better not to dwell on it.

Ye Zhi gave a bitter smile. Everything in this life would be but a fleeting dream—everyone was the same.

Xiang Qing felt her heart grow cold from start to finish. She wouldn’t blame Lin Kebo, because judging by the timing, they hadn’t yet defined their relationship then.

Thirty breaths later, Liu Changqing burst out of Ghost City, transforming into a streak of blue light that vanished over the horizon, with a serpent-headed creature following behind.

“There’s nothing special to say. I just see how hard you work serving King Li every day, and with the weather turning cold, here’s half a bowl of soup to warm your stomach,” Murong Xue said, handing him a bowl and urging him to drink it.

The press conference was scheduled for 10 a.m. at the East Sea International Art Center. The spacious hall was already packed with entertainment reporters and online media, with Oriental Satellite TV broadcasting live.

The eight teams of cultivators shifted their formations and advanced slowly. Jiang An did not notice the faint sneer tugging at the corner of Liu Changqing’s mouth.

The lighting in the dungeon was dim. Ye Zhi could barely make out Mu Yunyi’s face; his body was as cold as ice. She clasped his entire hand in hers, as if trying to restore some warmth to him.

Guan Lue reacted instinctively, his subconscious rapidly guarding against danger and invasion. When he finally recognized the person beneath him, his mind thundered with shock.

Though he couldn’t understand what “Mr. Big Mushroom” meant, the elder from the Zhi clan knew the other was calling him. Seeing the Zhi clan member’s first serious expression made him both curious and tense.

Pan Yue, kneeling on the ground, instantly broke into a joyous smile upon hearing the words, then said, “Thank you, Sect Leader. If there’s nothing else, I will take my leave.” He then departed from the Sacred Heart Sect’s main hall.

However, though the demon survived, it could not leave here. Countless bronze chains barred its path—chains forged from Destruction Stone.

Best friends are meant for quarrels and teasing; when unhappy, they bring joy. After all, they’re inseparable for life.

Soon, the eight elders arrived. When they saw Su Yannán, each of their eyes nearly popped out in disbelief.

For Li Huai, Yanjing was like a den of dragons and tigers. The Gongsun family, Li family, Jiang family, Huangfu family, Mu family, Shangguan family, Yang family, and Jiang family—all harbored countless people who wished him dead.

“You never lost consciousness?” Mo Fan was stunned. From Li Yulong’s eyes, he saw a flood of emotions, nothing like someone who had just awakened from a coma.

In fact, this idea was inspired by some studios from Ye Hao’s previous life. Several studios strongly advocated this approach, which was undoubtedly very progressive.

The problem was that Liang Shi’s fatal weak points kept opening by themselves. If one day Liang Shi’s first and thirty-sixth weak points connected, would it threaten his life?

In an instant, a palm strike collided with a thunderous explosion that shook heaven and earth. The void collapsed, darkness engulfed everything. The Martial Moon Emperor spat blood from his mouth and was sent flying backward.

This time, they set out with the intent to attempt crossing the boundary known as the forbidden zone for humanity.

This was not a human face, but a bird’s head, black with a purple metallic sheen. The feathers edged in black resembled scales. The beak was strong and long, conical and sharply hooked—very much like the cormorant, a bird domesticated by humans on Earth for fishing, commonly known as the fish hawk.