Chapter 79: The Truth

“…So, you just agreed to their request and underwent genetic modification that easily?”

Shi Yi still found it somewhat unbelievable.

After hearing Zeng Hao’s explanation, her impression of the person before her was singular—could he really be so naive?

Regret washed over Zeng Hao’s face as he nodded.

Gu Hansheng, standing by, rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“…The so-called Bureau of Abnormal Powers is full of factions, large and small.”

Fang Bai’s eyes sparkled. If only he had known that Qi Mo would reward victory points for his advancement, he wouldn’t have held back—wouldn’t it be better to dominate the mentoring division?

Pei Yunxi wanted to follow, but at that moment, Luo Jianli suddenly clutched the spot over his heart with his right hand. His face turned purple, sweat beading on his brow.

Halfway through the bath, Roubao’s phone rang on her wrist. She glanced at the caller ID, saw it was her father, and chose not to answer.

A beautiful senior in a cheongsam stepped to the front of the stage, microphone in hand, and announced the official opening of the martial arts competition.

“When I sent people to search their rooms today, we found some stolen goods that hadn’t yet been dealt with, including the luminous pearl.” Seeing Gui Mingyue gradually calm down, Ji Yunyi’s melodious voice sounded once again.

“No wonder they say the servants reflect their masters,” Xue Miaofu muttered irritably.

The onlookers discussing the matter all shrank back and turned pale as soon as the police arrived.

“There’s no ‘but’ about it. With me backing you, what can a spoiled young master do?” Ye Xiaotian said in a deep voice.

After Physician Bai checked Su Soft’s pulse, he felt something was amiss. Her pulse seemed regular, nothing apparently wrong, but Physician Bai couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

“This death card… was it given to you by a young man?” Grandpa Zhao asked, trembling.

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They said Ye Bai was utterly unlike ordinary cultivators; when one returns from guarding the domain, their temperament changes dramatically. Ye Bai had become an obsessive maniac with peculiar habits, almost depicted as a cannibal demon with three heads and six arms, bulging muscles, and a bloodthirsty nature.

The sky seemed soaked in ink, and a blood-red fissure split the heavens, exposing a pair of indifferent eyes that gazed upon all creation without joy or sorrow. As the eyes shifted, countless terrifying monsters appeared, landing upon the earth and baring their bloodthirsty fangs.

Innate third-level cultivators could learn combat techniques; once they reached the acquired stage and awakened their totem talents, their strength would multiply.

“Let us all exert our strength together! I refuse to believe we can’t break through!” At the command of the Ancient Wood Demon King, the powerful figures of various races unleashed their attacks. Light waves crashed against the barrier with a thunderous roar.

He recalled the monstrous hand that seized him, hurriedly scanning his surroundings, only to realize he was now on a barren dead star, clearly sealed by a barrier. The dead star was small, no more than a few miles across. Without the strange barrier’s protection, the raging currents of the surrounding void would have long since obliterated it.

After a dozen breaths, Yun Fan withdrew all his techniques. Lying lifeless upon the ground was the corpse of Tiandaozi, slain despite exhausting every method.

“It’s that scoundrel again. I understand, I’ll go over shortly. You may leave now,” Nangong Li said, her brows furrowing.

In the end, you and I are alike; only you pride yourself on righteousness and goodness, placing yourself above others.

“Brother, who are you talking to?” Shui Menghan looked at him with wide, puzzled eyes.

“Go!” The illusion of mountains and rivers was shattered, and Tiandaozi, unwilling to fight, withdrew the Dao diagram and shot toward the ghostly light formation.

Wu Di waited patiently at the airport exit until he finally saw the long-awaited, dazzling figure, and waved enthusiastically to greet her.

Over the years, nearly all hospital loans had been managed by him, though he always harbored a hope for luck.

Mo Fei already sensed three hundred and fifty-one strands of chaotic heavenly thunder stirring within him, their power surging endlessly through his meridians.

“No wonder Meilin’s tribulation was so tough—she possesses the bloodline of the Heaven-Devouring Phoenix!” Wu Lei exclaimed in realization.

I’m not surprised by this outcome at all. The Asura team were last year’s runners-up—a veteran team, rich in experience and strong in ability. Their victory is only natural. They simply had bad luck during the preliminary rounds, happening to face our team and got eliminated. Otherwise, with their strength, breaking into the top four would have been no issue.

“What—” Shuyu cried out in shock. The fifteen-character Divine King, Sang Jie, required the combined force of the Three Pure Saints, Ancient Buddha of Burning Lamp, and Empress Houtu to suppress him. Inside the Heaven-Sealing Array, the outcome is still uncertain. And for every additional character in a divine being’s name, their power increases tenfold. The seventeen-character Divine King must be at least a hundred times stronger than Sang Jie.

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Everyone agreed—these people truly were mad. If the Heavenly Orange treasure didn’t emerge, it would be a disservice to them.

Since Master descended voluntarily and was only an earth soul, the first method couldn’t be used. Granny Wang merely went down to check on Master’s condition.

“Four—two each.” As I spoke, I took out two spirit objects and four soul-guiding talismans. I affixed a talisman to each spirit object, then walked toward the nearest spirit god.

Even Li Dequan, seasoned as he was, stammered at the sight of Old Eight. When bowing to Xia Mo, his gaze lingered on Old Eight.

“Why would I lie to you? Look, there are still teeth marks here!” Chang Mao pointed to the soap, and Yiyi burst into even greater laughter, clutching her belly and collapsing onto the low table, entirely lacking the gentle composure expected in the presence of scholars and gentlemen.

The thickest and purest immortal energy, according to its concentration, rose to the sixth, seventh, and eighth heavens.

No matter how formidable Blood Demon’s combat power was, facing the Dragon Shadow Prince of the Immortal Clan—his equal—and three others whose strength was only slightly inferior, he dared not be careless in the slightest, much less bother with the old demon fox.

He didn’t care about the situation on the second level, and continued down to the fourth. He used the same method as on the third, but this time, the strength of the Ghost Spring Sect was already close to that of the magical beasts.

The Five Nations Competition, held every twenty years between Eastern Sheng and its neighbors—Western Kun, Northern Yue, Southern Ling, and Central Mountain—consisted of three major events: spell duels, alchemy contests, and artifact trials.

Just as Mu Xue’er was about to depart, Hua Qingyan snatched the porcelain bottle first. Though worn, it was a precious item she had searched for all night at home, finding only two. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have brought only two bottles of potion today.

Having finally set her mind at ease, Bai Bing opened her eyes and prepared to rise, only for a strange odor to assault her nose. How had she not noticed it before? Could it be that channeling energy somehow blocks the sense of smell?

Unfortunately, these villagers who moved from Jiangxi had no farming tools. Even for something as simple as gutting fish, they used thin iron pieces. For each family to acquire a new set of farming implements was truly a difficult task for them.