Chapter 67: The Peerless White Lotus

At this moment, however, a wave of doubt arose in everyone's hearts. Gu Feng had clearly been waylaid and killed by outland bandits—an event the Holy Emperor had specifically proclaimed to the entire realm. Why was he still alive? Furthermore, how had he become an instructor at the Azure Dragon Academy and achieved such profound mastery in the Dao of Alchemy?

The banyan tree was very tall, and sitting upon its branches offered an expansive view. The bustling river lanterns below were visible at a glance, their warm yellow candlelight flickering within the bud-shaped lanterns. The entire river surface was dotted with twinkling lights, and looking down from above, it felt as though one had encompassed an entire firmament of stars.

The massive divine soul pressure suppressing Gu Feng's body vanished by more than half in an instant, shattered by the eruption of the Anti-Demon Primordial Spirit.

The snow before the New Year had been caused by the chill radiating from Xumitian, which altered the climate of the Red Abyss Oasis.

Hearing Gu Feng's words, Gu Seventeen felt even more satisfied. His gaze swept over Gu Erya and the others, and seeing that their cultivations had also improved, a great wave of joy welled up in his heart.

The Spirits of the Nine Suns were all of Sovereign grade, especially the Fire Phoenix, which was an immensely formidable existence of the upper Immortal Sovereign tier.

As a ship-girl of the same class, she would show even more absolute obedience to the Admiral's commands. Consequently, the sound of gunfire, which had paused for a mere few minutes, erupted once more. Taihou—who had previously been heavily damaged by a single shell from Chi You—also began launching carrier aircraft to form a combat formation.

This was because he could not figure out how he should explain things to Xia Xuan: why he had abandoned him back then, and why he was now trying to win him back.

He had originally intended to bluff Juyu Ghost first, and then approach Shi Muyun. The Elder of the Crafty Asuras had previously briefed them on Shi Muyun's route of advance.

The grand sacrificial ceremony was held to honor the Father God Pangu, who had carved out this vast and fertile earth for his descendants and ensured peace across all directions.

Meanwhile, the five figures behind Li Rao also dashed forward, charging toward the man in white to engage him in battle. Xuanlong widened his eyes as he stared at the eight figures, confusion swirling in his mind. These people and beasts had clearly come to kill Ye Yu, so why were they turning on each other instead? Just as Xuanlong was deep in confusion, he discovered that Ye Yu, who had been right beside him, had vanished.

After the meal, feeling somewhat depressed, he parted ways with Dong Zhuo and wandered aimlessly toward Diao Chen's bachelor apartment. It was only upon arriving at his place that he felt a sense of shame—he had completely forgotten about his stubborn rivalry. He could only blame his terrible habit of running over here to seek refuge whenever trouble arose, to the point where even his backbone seemed to have bowed before this ingrained habit.

The end of the month had arrived, the time for settling accumulated points, and all members of Group C gathered at the mission distribution center, waiting for the final results to be unveiled.

Yue Longtian could not help but feel a flicker of astonishment, wondering what kind of trap the four great families had designed for Li Ming this time.

Just as Mido was gripped by a mixture of doubt and fear, the cold system prompt sounded once more by her ear without the slightest warning.

Gula's body slowly tilted, his upper torso sliding downward. Unlike his upper half, however, his lower body remained planted, a single, diagonally slashed wound starkly visible across his waist.

Yet Yue Longtian miscalculated once again. Just as his foot was about to connect with "Luo Xiaoman," she suddenly struck out without warning, delivering a forceful punch directly to Yue Longtian's knee.

After talking to himself and gesturing wildly for a long time without receiving any reaction from the person beside him, Mido turned her head in confusion, running straight into his ink-black, smiling eyes. "Uh, why... why are you looking at me?" Suddenly finding his expression rather strange, she felt a wave of awkwardness wash over her.

"Slash!" With a gentle flick from Qingyun, the ancient sword erupted with brilliant radiance, cleaving straight down from the sky.

That single sentence immediately startled Jiang Yingmeng into hastily grabbing her phone from the table. Glancing at the time displayed on the screen, she sprang up in fright and bolted into the restroom.

While he was caught in his curiosity, the body of Madam Jin on the lounge chair shifted slightly, and immediately afterward, she began to speak.

He even fetched a large pot, which was already filled with water. Ye Kun stroked his chin, feeling as though he had forgotten something important. The flickering firelight dyed his face a brilliant crimson.

Ye Qi muttered inwardly in a continuous stream of silent complaints, uncertain whether he was feeling envy, jealousy, and hatred, or simply finding it absurd to feel this way toward the solemn and dignified conference center that was the Shanghai Exhibition Center.

The sale of wizard coins remained exceptionally brisk, and the young noble lords all wore hurried expressions, even tinged with a hint of anxiety.

Therefore, after logging online last night, Liu Bo threw himself into grinding jobs, running dungeons, delivering messages, accepting quests, and performing all sorts of odd tasks until he finally managed to earn fifty coins.

Down below the stage, the crowd evidently also caught sight of the notebook discarded by Zhuang Ying, and they began to murmur and discuss it in subdued tones.

Only Leonard Goldsmith, a bald brute with a potential value of level 1, took the initiative to express his willingness to accept recruitment.

In truth, he certainly had reason to be angry. Not long ago, he had arranged a date with a girl from Sierra Leone, planning to stroll around the Eiffel Tower and the Champs-Élysées. But because he had been heavily injured by that blue-eyed beast, he had missed out on a wonderful romantic rendezvous.

If Anna were to issue a stealth command of "rebellion and usurpation" targeting those troublesome figures like noble young masters, kingdom crown princes, and royal heirs, it was likely that not a single one of them would escape her grasp.

"I don't need to go out there and fight for my life, so the background of my master doesn't really matter," Xuanyuan said with a modest smile.

Setting aside all distracting thoughts, I closed my eyes and chanted scriptures continuously, entirely ignoring everything else. I had steeled myself for the difficulties that a clash of incantations would bring; yet, after chanting for a long time, I felt no pressure whatsoever from Ajarn Phong's incantation battle. This left me utterly perplexed.