Chapter 33

Regarding materials, Chen Fan discovered nearly five thousand spirit stones inside a box. The sheer quantity left him stunned; after all, he had collected fewer than one hundred stones throughout his entire journey toward Kunlun. While he felt a surge of joy at this sudden windfall, it also weighed heavily upon his shoulders.

"There is no time to lose. Let us talk as we go," Xie Zhong said, leading the Special Action Team out of the police station and into their vehicles to head toward the scene of the incident.

A few moments later, Zhao Kuang resumed his arrogant, unrestrained demeanor, flung a parting remark at Liu Hucheng, and vanished into the shadows of the ruins in the blink of an eye.

The onlookers had never witnessed such a terrifying attack. They gasped in shock, viewing Jiang Tian as a malevolent, fearsome force.

Everyone residing on the Abbot’s Island was a master of martial arts; even the young children could treat hundred-pound stone pedestals like toys. This was the effect of Mingxi.

This was already the third day of the Southern Ocean Allied Forces' fierce assault. The dilapidated city, which had appeared rather unremarkable and teetering on the brink of collapse, was still being firmly defended by the Chen army. To Bafabannan, the sight of the great banners fluttering atop the ramparts was an eyesore.

"He is far more capable than you are. Do not act so recklessly just because you have an omnipotent doctor by your side," Bai Moyou scolded.

These blood-colored barriers not only eroded soul power and induced illusions but also corroded spiritual energy, significantly diminishing the power of Jiang Tian's attacks.

The meeting centered on the theme of "unifying organization, purpose, strength, and rhythm." The primary task was for everyone to combine their own practical circumstances to discuss and speak on their past performance, their perspective on the current situation, and their plans for the next steps. Every attendee was required to reflect deeply and engage in serious, earnest criticism and self-criticism.

Yet, immediately after, he felt a gnawing resentment; he longed to slice open Master Pig’s belly and drag the saber-toothed tiger out from within.

Within the soul sea, Qin Yu’s figure coalesced. An unparalleled dragon might swept outward, and currents of dragon energy, like fierce divine dragons, instantly tore apart the pervasive demonic mist.

Zhao Yuan lifted the lid of the clay pot. A savory aroma wafted out; the pigskin had been roasted to a golden, crispy perfection, looking incredibly appetizing.

The martial artist sitting cross-legged in the palace caught sight of this, and upon inspecting it, his expression changed drastically as he immediately flashed away.

"How strange. Why hasn't Mu Feng woken up yet? Could it be that he exhausted his mental power rather than his elemental energy?" Huo Ya walked over, puzzled by Lu Feng’s continued unconsciousness. Upon reflection, since Lu Feng had sat on the ground all night without using any elemental energy, it must have been his mental power that was depleted.

However, his face was now filled with gravity. Looking toward the distant horizon, his heart was bitter. A moment later, his figure vanished from the spot.

If Pan Hong truly ascended to the rank of Saint-Grade Emperor, their Golden Feather Sect would only have two paths left to take.

Li Yan sat on a round stool, gazing at the divine technique in his hands while gently sipping the fragrant tea in his cup. Shi Mengmeng was cooking nearby; the aroma of stir-fried ingredients wafted through the air, accompanied by the sizzling sounds and the rhythmic clatter of her spatula.

"The two of you, please enter. If there is nothing else, do not leave the city, or else you will have to pay the entry fee again next time," the ghost soldier remarked.

After a brief moment of darkness, Qin Yu instantly regained his senses. Without opening his eyes, he projected his soul power outward.

"Damned beast!" the injured Lu Feng cursed angrily. If he had only been fighting for survival moments ago, he was now truly incensed.

Nie Xueqin had assumed that as long as she spoke, Ye Luo would follow her up without hesitation. She had not expected a flat refusal; although Ye Luo mentioned "next time," she knew it was merely a pretext for his rejection.

Someone like Zeng Lin was an old hand in the investment world, dealing with stocks and the like—a top-tier Wall Street financial talent. If he were to pull me into an investment, he must have already calculated his gains. Otherwise, he would never share the cake with me; we were neither close friends nor relatives.

The scent of alcohol hung in the car. Fu Siting looked blankly at the light and shadows flashing past the window, and as he watched, he suddenly began to laugh.

Dong Qianshan had been injured many times over the years and knew several emergency first-aid techniques. Helping Qiao Qiuxue bandage her wounds and stop the bleeding was certainly no problem for her.

What now? Fu Mudan’s mind raced. At this hour, it was impossible to summon the medicine woman. She had to handle it herself. There were no medicinal herbs, but dietary therapy would have to suffice.

Although I was not entirely sure what Liu Qingqing was up to, since she had taken the initiative to invite me to stay, how could I refuse?

It was not until today, after sensing the presence of Fan Ren’s ghost envoy token, that Xie Miao, after much deliberation, decided to bring the two of them back.

Sensing the energy fluctuations appearing in the void, those shadow-charm spirits concluded that it was an immortal artifact attacking them.

After some thought, the sixth-grade expert even considered drafting something akin to a contract of indenture for himself.

They had discussed their course of action before starting: the next step was to go to Maizhou City. But at this moment, Jiu Xiang’s intuition told him that the sudden abduction of Granny Yunsu and the unexpected arrival of Han Lie might not be simple matters. For Lu Ming to get mixed up in this was imprudent.

"The world has always been like this, hasn't it? You sacrifice so much for them, yet not only do they fail to understand you, they even resent you," Doer sighed, spreading his hands.

"Rose Corporation?" Jin Xiarong and the others exclaimed in surprise. They exchanged glances, their faces full of shock—how had they become entangled with this legendary company again?