Chapter 33: Consolation

Ye Beichen could not continue to reveal his strength; otherwise, surpassing the power of a Heavenly Venerable, combined with the circumstances of the Ancient Remnants, might cause others to suspect that he was the very person tied to those ancient ruins.

The three circled the corpse, lost in thought, while Ryan and the others could only wait on the side. Finally, after five minutes, Gary let out a cheerful exclamation.

In the magical image, rows of cannons boomed, firing shells that landed on a mound three kilometers away, blasting sand and stones into the air.

To put it another way, even if it were the Feng family's business, Xu Xing wouldn't care. After all, long before he was born, the family had already been riven by deep conflicts and countless issues.

Just as he was locking the door, Daoshan slipped into the car, took their passports, and hid in the trunk.

That sand-colored pillar was a fusion of two abilities, though ordinarily it would be difficult for anyone to discern.

Glancing back into the room, Lin Yin was puffed up with anger, looking for all the world like a pufferfish—rather adorable, in fact.

Lin Ning’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully; the more she pondered, the more invigorated and justified she felt.

“Let me see whose this is?” Daoshan said, tossing aside Bai Fu and continuing to dig with his tool.

His current sprint speed was such that even the famously strong and swift Bolt would be left in the dust.

In the end, only a rectangular log, over two feet long and three inches thick, remained. It emitted a faint glow, brimming with spiritual energy.

Half an hour later, Asu departed. Matters as weighty as war were not for low-ranking disciples to decide.

After speaking, An Jiaye pushed his bicycle forward, with An Zishan following closely behind. It was only after a long while that he regained his senses, a vague, indescribable feeling lingering in his heart.

These two were both celebrities; Ji Haiyang was rather popular at the moment, but as a newcomer, he had yet to really draw the attention of people like Cheng Yujia.

Ultimately, under the merchant fleet's scattered pursuit, only eight pirate ships managed to escape—each battered and barely afloat. If not for the wooden sailboats’ remarkable resistance to sinking, none would have survived.

Upon returning to the tower at the entrance, several black-clad members of the law enforcement team had already sealed off the area. After a brief exchange with Shao Yixuan and Qiu Xingyue, they were allowed to pass.

Qin Feng had always been diligent in his work—arriving earlier and leaving later than anyone else. Lu Jiaoyang admired him for this.

In just two years, Chen Xian had relocated over three million people to Liaodong; two million were drawn from Shandong, while the rest were new immigrants from the Jin state.

Seeing Song Fei’s glasses, An Zishan silently resolved to take good care of his own eyes—he would never allow himself to become nearsighted again. Wearing glasses was just too inconvenient, especially in winter when moving between indoors and outdoors.

The Empress Dowager gave Lü Na a gentle look and said nothing more, her gaze kind, as she handed Yihong over to her.

“He wanted you to notice—it must have caught your attention before, right?” Bai asked cleverly.

Mumu was unwilling, even fearful; he felt lost. Bai was nothing like the domineering white wolf, but instead seemed an old friend, bringing a soothing, intoxicating fragrance.

For now, it was much easier for Lin Tian to use the Great Five Elements Art than the Great Wish Art, and as long as it didn’t cost him lifespan, the former was far more powerful. Thus, in practice, he used the Great Five Elements Art more often.

Murderous intent surged between heaven and earth. The oppressive, deadly atmosphere was suffocating—even before the battle began, spectators were already trembling. Both men were renowned in the Eastern Lands, their powers evenly matched; there was no doubt this would be an earth-shattering duel.

“It’s the Supreme Secret Art of Azure Dragon Valley. I’ve heard elders speak of it—it’s one of the ultimate offensive techniques. Unless it’s the Supreme Green Sun Sword Art, few can stand against it,” exclaimed a member of the Zhong clan, his heart chilled with fear.

Talented men and beautiful women may be a delight, but if tragedy strikes, it can only be lamented—romance is so easily battered by the wind and rain.

Yue Longtian accepted the wine, casting a glance at Xiao Feifei. Noticing her forced smile, he realized she must be troubled by something.

On that sunny day, atop the peaks of the Tianyi Sect, several cultivators at the Hundredfold Tribulation stage gathered.

Both of Yue Longtian’s hands were restrained by Sun Daomin, yet Sun still looked at him calmly. With a slight squeeze, Yue Longtian’s arms emitted a crisp dislocation sound.

Ren Woxing and the others hurriedly looked up, hoping to witness Dongfang Bubai’s fury and the clash that would follow.

Madam Mo watched him with a sly smile—who was it who had been moping about, desperate to finish his homework just days ago?

In a brief instant, his Weibo had already been flooded. After putting down his phone, he never looked again—soon, he’d have to attend the movie’s press conference.

She couldn’t be bothered to care, glancing at the gift bags on the counter—ones that hadn’t been there that morning—she picked them up and stuffed them into her arms.

As for Shen Jingsheng? “Your Highness, what about your injury?” With the fire raging around them, Li Yinxue had no time to think, glancing at Shen Ziping’s wounded hand as she spoke.

Hearing this, Yang Xiaozhen finally snapped out of it. She knew Xu Yuqin was afraid—she simply didn’t want others to worry.

Xu Yuqin deliberately walked ahead after hearing this, and Ye Xingchen had no intention of overtaking her. His deep eyes watched her back intently.

At this moment, Xu Yuqin’s hands were already clenched; a sense of regret filled her. If she had known, she would never have made that call.

On the streets, spirit masters from beyond Ghost City could be seen everywhere, making for a lively, bustling scene.

Most people in the country knew Old Liu, but Old Ni was less familiar. In truth, he was the real talent—he had single-handedly developed the early Han card and microcomputer. Around 1994, he and Old Liu had a falling out over the company’s direction.

She turned around. Lin Yue’s hair was a mess, his eyes half-closed. He looked as though his body had just risen, but his soul still lingered in dreams—acting on instinct, he hugged her.

Ye Xuan’s eyes widened; he clenched his fists. No matter what, he could not let the secret beneath Xuanwu City fall into the hands of the Fallen Energy Tribe.

Lin Canghai, having arrived, wasted no time. He spoke directly to the abbot about the city’s current situation, sharing his thoughts, plans, and intentions.

Of the five hundred demon tear collection tasks, Ye Xuan had only managed to gather fifty so far—far fewer than he had expected.

Soon after, Zhao Shanshan hailed a taxi. Without much thought, I followed her into the cab, my heart racing with anticipation—I was desperate to uncover the truth behind it all.