Chapter 48: Demonic Chaos

With his laughter, the temperature in the entire room seemed to drop significantly, sending chills down my spine.

At the time, I hadn’t realized that the appearance of those bees was triggered by a thought I had earlier. Later, when I found myself in extreme danger, it was they who appeared again and saved my life.

The formation is inanimate, but people are living beings, not subject to human will. If Chen Yi and the others can make use of it, then the Eastern Roc King certainly can as well.

Since graduation, he never returned, nor did he keep in touch with former classmates. I don’t know how many teachers still serve at the school; I can only send supplements, tobacco, alcohol, tea, and fruit there.

My consciousness gradually faded, feeling neither cold nor warmth; the whole world fell silent. Moonlight descended from the heavens, streaming through the cave entrance, mercilessly shining upon Zhang Xuanwei and me.

After Wang Ying leapt from the tall building, she flew straight toward Yuan Menyin, her eyes blazing with murderous intent. Her five fingers closed together, sharp Dao energy like needles flickering from her fingertips, her white robe billowing in the fierce wind.

“You must be joking. The three of us can all see the blue spiritual entities drifting around, along with some restless wandering souls that cannot be pacified…” A Jiu stated calmly.

About one in ten people undergo the same life-and-death cultivation as he does, but only a handful can respond as he does.

Even if this time I don’t earn the Tower Master’s favor, I’m already quite satisfied to have come this far. After all, each spirit trial rarely produces more than one or two qualified spirit masters.

“Youngest brother,” Zhang Hao called out, though it felt awkward no matter how he addressed him. Even the youngest brother himself laughed, clearly finding the nickname amusing.

He also understood the years of dedication Jing Teng had invested, so he would grant him any conditions he could fulfill.

“Lu Ji, don’t take everyone for fools.” Ji Heng gently waved the folding fan in his hand; golden peonies bloomed and shimmered with his movements, painting a swaying beauty.

Listening Wind lifted a corner of his robe and knelt on one knee, followed by those behind him all kneeling in unison.

She had no memory of last night’s events and was baffled, so she immediately sent someone to find the person who delivered the items.

An Mu had a habit when using the restroom at school: she would only go during class or when few people were around due to her status. She only used the individual stalls in the men's restroom and, even if she occasionally bumped into boys, she would leave quickly without looking.

The ships were already built, and Sang Jinyue had ordered the first batch of navy troops to begin training, assigning Ye Lan to lead and Luo Xuechen to supervise. After all, Ye Lan had been a pirate captain for three years and was well versed in all maritime matters.

“A part of the reason is this,” Wang Huai explained. “Cultivators place the greatest emphasis on foundation and insight. Before reaching the Immortal Realm, foundation outweighs insight. So even supreme quasi-Daoists below the Immortal Realm, though unrestrained by bottlenecks, won’t break through their cultivation recklessly.”

“This condition may seem simple, but you know as well as I do, if someone wants to leave the Gu tribe, it’s not something I can control. Take me for example: the entire tribe hunts me down, yet I still escaped,” Si Lu spoke frankly.

“Feng Mingyue, what madness is this? Why are you cursing others? Did classmate Lan Xi provoke you?” the teacher asked sternly.

“You wouldn’t expect this,” Mo Bao said, pulling up a virtual screen and placing the information before Lan Xi.

Hearing this, Li Shang furrowed her brows. True spirit is the root of all life; even a casual remark among cultivators knows that without true spirit, no matter how strong the primordial spirit, it is like boundless water that will dissipate in a few hundred years.

“Report, chief. Besides the two of us guarding here, the rest of the security squad is inside the building. No one has left!” one member of the security team returned with the news.

Moreover, these people operate without licenses and rarely show themselves during the day for fear of being chased by urban management.

Ji Zhizi heard this below and twitched the corner of her mouth. Finally, she said nothing further and simply nodded slowly, signaling her agreement.

Especially after this raid, everyone understood that they must follow Feng Tian’s path to the end; otherwise, with such a vast capital, they would have no place to stand.

Li Qiang only looked away after escorting Qin Zongfeng to the village entrance. He felt a surge of confidence as he touched the thick bills in his pocket. When a person has money, their courage grows and their foundation strengthens.

Aunt Yuzhen was slightly taken aback but not angry. A faint smile appeared on her face as she said to Li Qiang, “Alright, I won’t say anything again. If I do, you—you can punish me on the spot!” She blushed and lowered her head in embarrassment.

Liu Hong suddenly understood and then exclaimed joyfully, “Ah! Yes, yes! You’re Uncle Jun Lang’s child. Oh dear! How could I forget my own brother!” Jun Lang was the courtesy name of Liu Yan.

At this moment, Luo Cheng was sound asleep in bed and didn’t want to be startled awake by the loud noise. He jolted upright and saw Lin Peng standing outside the door, his face radiating killing intent.

What puzzled her was why he wouldn’t enter the prime minister’s mansion openly but chose such a strange way instead.