31. The Man-Eating House (28)

Li Dalong believed that as long as he could enter that secret realm, with the help of the Dragon Seeking Eye, he would surely be able to find the most precious resources within and use them to help himself break through to the next realm.

Bai Muxue gave a choked response, then slowly leaned her body against Lin Feng’s chest. Only by leaning on Lin Feng did she feel a sense of security in her heart. Furthermore, venting those words aloud made her feel much better, and her emotions were no longer so fragile.

Lying on the hospital bed was a man in his forties. His entire body was wrapped in white bandages, and he seemed unable to move easily. His complexion was deathly pale; one could tell without asking that he had suffered grave injuries.

Such an uproar would surely confirm the new Emperor’s guilt in "murdering the Prince of Chu and seizing two commanderies," dumping all the blame squarely on the new Emperor’s head.

However, during the discussions, many students who were civilian super-powered individuals began to reflect on themselves.

Now that Li Dalong appeared here disguised as the Lord of the Crimson Hall, did that not mean the Lord of the Crimson Hall had already been killed? This was something they found impossible to accept.

"Order the priests on both flanks to retreat immediately to the central wall and abandon the side walls!" Andrew gnashed his teeth in anger. Everything was caused by that ominous blood mist; without it, how could Xuanyuan Beidou have dared to ride roughshod over him so brazenly?

"You seem quite arrogant, but it’s completely useless! The concentration of bloodline in your body is quite rich, though. It can be put to use," Li Dalong suddenly let out a cold sneer.

Since, on the surface, his "copy" superpower had already reached A-rank, how could he possibly be unable to copy Liu Yi’s B-rank teleportation ability?

Shen Xin was also immensely curious about what the two children looked like, because the things Tu Yujing had said still left a thorn in her heart. She simply couldn't imagine herself giving birth to ugly children; she considered herself quite attractive, and Tu Yujing was the same. In this day and age, there was no such thing as plastic surgery.

The fact that his unique secret medicine had no effect was bad enough, but for the opponent to instantly reveal the formula—how could Luo Mingjun, who prided himself on his profound medical skills, bear such a humiliation? In his shock and dismay, a wooden staff thrust toward his chest. In his frantic rush, he only managed to turn slightly, avoiding a direct hit to his vital Dantian point. The pain made him grimace, and he retreated five or six steps in haste.

When Liu Tao picked up the phone, she started by complaining about why he had gotten up so late and asking if he had gone off to fool around after they parted ways last night. Long Xiang cried out that heaven was his witness, swearing he had tossed and turned alone and only fallen asleep in the small hours of the morning, before Liu Tao finally let him off.

At this moment, the Glazed Immortal Palm, jointly issued by Ye Zhen and Wen Xun, struck Kui Tianqiu squarely on the body.

Everyone gasped upon hearing this; was Ling Tian’s physical body truly so terrifying now!?

Moreover, the place where Tian Jiao landed happened to be an empty dining table, upon which many leftovers were piled. It was a utility table used by the canteen’s janitors to temporarily store scraps.

Until only about a hundred people remained, the entire hall suddenly erupted with a violent surge of energy. Everyone was already exhausted, but a strong will to survive still made them turn their heads toward the hall entrance. Even the vampires were stunned; they naturally knew who was inside.

Ximen Tingyu let out a roar of shame and anger, lunging forward to attack. It was quite incongruous with his immortal, ethereal image. His soul power boiled over like overflowing hot water, and the air seemed to ignite, suddenly becoming searingly hot.

At this moment, Tian Jiao, Gou Tui, and another lackey walked together, and then, the three said in unison.

Su Qiong gave a bitter smile: "Sect Master Gai is also a registered disciple of Senior Nie. Why does he not want me to join the Xian Sect? Is he not afraid of displeasing Senior Nie?" He could temporarily ignore the fact that the other party had abandoned him in the wilderness, as he was not yet qualified to challenge him. But he had already offended this new Sect Master.

"Hey, Boss, when are you going to return my staff?" Finally unable to hold back, the student named Xing Fuchen followed him out and asked.

The plum blossoms fell softly, slowly eroding in the long river of time, merging into the soil to become fertilizer, nourishing generation after generation. To bloom in silence, to contribute in silence, and finally, to wither in silence—this is the soul of the plum blossom.

But at this moment, feeling the surging, immense power within his Dantian, Lin Nan only wanted to find an outlet to vent it properly.

Although Jiangcheng at the end of August was still immersed in sweltering heat, the air conditioning in the private room was more than enough to prevent them from sweating—this heat was not caused by the external temperature, but by the heat radiating from within their bodies.

This was a medicinal pill brought from the old district. To a deity, it was merely for regulating breath, but since Wang Feixue was a mortal, he hoped it could provide greater assistance.

Thinking of this, Chu Lei could not help but smile bitterly, yet he did not give up, instead narrowing his eyes in a dangerous manner.

"Boss, no need to be so polite. Your business is my business!" the Hamster chuckled.

Lin Wei had just come out of the restroom when he heard footsteps again. He pricked up his ears; they sounded like a man’s footsteps. He hurried toward the men’s restroom, opened the stall furthest inside, stepped in, and locked it from the inside.

Guo Zhen had just been severely taught a lesson by Zi Ling, and now he was looking for an opportunity to vent his anger.

Fortunately, these eyes seemingly had no ability to harm the living; they could only observe and monitor.

Although I did not want to cause any trouble, now that I knew about this matter, I could not just sit idly by.

Seeing Su Huai’s rejecting demeanor, Fang Jin still greeted him with a smile, "Brother Su, I just saved you again."

The Eighth Master had been watching from afar. Seeing the three of them take Nan Feng away, he spread his wings and followed them from a distance, trailing far behind.

Su Huai took a deep breath, feeling the dense heaven and earth energy inside the tower, which was more than ten times that of the outside world. No wonder so many people wanted to enter the Ten Directions Tower; just this dense energy was a sacred place for martial artists to cultivate. Not only could the speed of cultivation be doubled, but the probability of breaking through while inside the tower would also increase significantly.

To be honest, I really don't understand these Japanese roads. If it weren't for the navigation and Wei Chixue’s photographic memory, I doubt we would have been able to return to the Tsuchimikado clan.

I am afraid the disaster does not end there. Qi Lin had a premonition that this flood would bring even greater trouble to the Northern Wilderness Witch Clan.

Qi Lin had also considered this question. The Northern Wilderness was the most desolate of the four continents, especially the land of the Witch Clan, the remnants of the Primordial Dragon Race. The deities of the three religions generally would not be willing to come to the Northern Wilderness to stir up trouble.