Chapter 60

However, the Heteromorphs remained restless, growing increasingly difficult to calm. Nearly all eyes were fixed upon the ground beneath Su's feet. There, Su was stepping on the only Heteromorph who had attained the ninth-tier capability: the General.

Upon hearing Zhang Peng's words, Chen Ran was overcome for a moment by a helpless sense of destiny. After all, the reason Chen Ran found himself here was inextricably linked to Zhang Peng.

Lost in thought, Su inadvertently tightened her embrace around Medili's left arm. As her core drew closer to Medili, a wisp of her breath drifted across the core.

At that moment, the noble emissary let out a light cough, causing Duan Tiande to shudder instantly. Evidently, the emissary was growing impatient and urging him to make his move.

"How many invading immortal troops were wiped out?" the Demon Commander demanded, his eyes blazing with fury.

What Zhang Peng said was absolute truth. Understanding this meant avoiding being instantly killed by opponents in similar situations in the future.

Blood stained the earth red. Washed by the rain, it had faded significantly, yet that faint, ominous crimson remained strikingly distinct amidst the flashing lightning and rolling thunder.

Hu Mei looked into the gaze of the man she loved so dearly, her face growing even more visibly shy, yet she could not resist meeting her beloved's eyes.

Wan Yi nodded. Right now, he dared not rashly use the dragon claws; if worst came to worst, he would have to rely on the demonic sword Bufuren. Taking several large steps backward, he activated the demonic sword with his internal energy and then slashed fiercely and diagonally into the fissure of the stone wall.

"Demon Spirit, have you imparted the Universe Roaming Art to the eight Primordial beings?" Tai Yi suddenly recalled the matter and asked.

"Today, Senior Sister Yuerue and I will accompany you to bathe. Besides, our self-organized patrol team is on duty, so absolutely nothing will go wrong this time," the senior sister said with a playful smile as she pulled Junior Sister Li along.

"Sigh, alright, let's end this matter here. You should all return to your rooms," Madam Zhong said, not quite knowing what else to say.

Watching the three of them out of the corner of his eye, Ye Zhu gave a silent, stern shout. One hand rested on the Azure Crow Flying Sword, while the other was placed near the opening of a storage pouch inside his robe. Inside the pouch were only two things: a single medicinal pill and a talisman.

Looking at Duan Canxue's expression, Yang Yaoyao knew he was saying this deliberately to ease the atmosphere. Yet this fellow's acting skills were truly exasperating, prompting Yang Yaoyao to scold him playfully.

As Garchomp's massive body crashed heavily onto the ground and fell unconscious, Lapras also ceased its attack.

"Ranged attack." Yang Jiang drew Blazefire. Dou Ling had not taken the two Blazefire daggers back, having temporarily lent them to Yang Jiang in case he needed them during the Heavenly Selection.

Winding their way through various turns, the group discovered that the corridor before them had vanished, replaced by an immensely grand main hall.

At that moment, Zhong Mushan truly longed to give this self-deprecating, unfilial son a severe beating, but he kept his temper in check with sheer reason. Right now, the most crucial matter was how to deal with Granny Jin.

No sooner had Yang Jiang put away his card than a man dressed in black walked in, leaning over to whisper something in Zhang Yu's ear. Zhang Yu's expression shifted drastically as he waved a hand to dismiss the man in black.

Not only that, but Empress Dowager Cixi also had the palace's premier court artist create a full-scale, exact replica of the Guanyin jade pendant, offering a bounty for its recovery.

For Tian Liu, who had moved away from this family residential compound at the age of twelve, this was his first time stepping back into the brick-kiln residential area at such close range. This place was the swamp of his nightmares; he wished neither to remember it nor to set foot in it ever again.

Seeing this, Li Xiao snapped out of his daze instantly, his scalp tingling with fright, and hurriedly moved to block them.

Old Mrs. Zhao's spineless son stood there like a marionette, seemingly stripped of all ability to control himself.

Though Chief Rong was gone, a far more formidable Chief Inspector Yu had taken his place; he would still have someone powerful backing him in the future.

Since the room's windows offered no view of the outside world, Huang Qingruo had been living without any sense of day or night ever since she was abducted.

Inside the secret cellar beneath the Jingyuan Marquis's estate in the suburbs of the capital, Chang Huaien was impeccably dressed, his expression quite relaxed and pleased.

She had long since prepared three days' worth of food for Scholar Cui, along with a newly made sachet and freshly tailored garments, and would only feel at ease once she delivered them into his hands.

Whenever Xu Nan worked at the shop, her greatest fear was receiving a call from the kindergarten teacher asking her to come collect her child.

Thus, Huang Qingruo was not surprised when, after being detained at the police station for a relatively short time, someone bailed her out.

At this moment, Brother Wang still bore some bruises on his face—unmistakably the result of Lin Feng's beating last time, which had yet to completely subside.

Being branded a rebel was hardly a pleasant reputation to bear, and Huang Zhong had always valued his standing. Reaching this point required an immense amount of courage.

Lori had no time to spare for the wailing of this defeated hound. She pulled the Yamato sword from the chest of the screaming yet immobile dead servant, then gazed indifferently at the surrounding enemies.

In fact, upon hearing Chen Feng's words, Chen Fei's state of mind had elevated continuously, making earthly matters feel increasingly trivial. His ambition was to reach the absolute pinnacle of the immortal realm and attain the status of an Immortal Venerable; naturally, he felt a sense of unfathomable depth.

"Yun Ba, long time no see..." Long Xingfeng said indifferently, his narrow eyes filled with cold detachment. With those words uttered, it sounded less as though he had come to face an enemy and more as though he were greeting an old acquaintance he had not seen in ages.

The owner of the Zivey Jade Shop led Lin Feng and Mei Wuhua into the back courtyard. This was a long, tube-shaped yard; behind Lin Feng was the back door of the jade store, directly facing a pair of large iron gates at the far end. Flanking both sides of the iron gates was a row of single-story rooms, one of which was locked.

Tian Xue wished to keep her son, Long Linfei, from knowing that she had been growing close to Mei Xiang behind his scenes, lest he suspect her of intentionally matchmaking him with Mengyao. Even though that was precisely her intention, some matters still needed to be kept from her son.

Though their magical treasures had been destroyed, one thing was certain to them: Li Qiu truly possessed such a terrifying magical treasure. Their trip here had been well worth it.

Here, the Peerless One of the Nine Heavens laid bare the profound mystery in a single sentence: the cultivation techniques of the four great families did not belong to this world. The joint forces of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter gave the Peerless One a massive headache, and it was only because he claimed to have witnessed such techniques in his own world that he made this assertion.

Therefore, eunuchs had no choice but to climb unsparingly, striving upward with all their might, because outside the palace walls, they could find no other sanctuary willing to take them in.

From beneath the surface of the sea, she sensed an immensely dense concentration of spiritual energy—something she had never felt back then.