Chapter 51

Before Tantai Xuan could finish speaking, a tremendous vibration suddenly erupted from behind the sect's main hall, and the void itself resounded with a sharp hum.

The reason he had never made a move against Luo Zixu was that Luo Zixu had never posed a threat to Xin Shao over the past seven years. But now, he could clearly see the chilling murderous intent in this man's eyes—an intent that would clearly not rest until it was fulfilled. How could he possibly remain indifferent?

Clenching his teeth, all his patience exhausted by Tan Jing, Song Zhen no longer wanted to waste any time.

Qin'er hurriedly raised her hand to cover her mouth, her large eyes blinking rapidly, filled with deep regret and terror.

Seeing these people demand that he put down his weapon without asking about the rights and wrongs of the situation, Xiao Ziyang felt even more disappointed with the Heicheng Police Station.

However, when she first arrived at the Mountains and Seas Hill, her consciousness was hazy, so her memories were somewhat blurred. Although she had met Gou Yangshu, in her heart, Gou Yangshu's face was probably far less deeply impressed upon her than his archery.

Shao Yan slightly curved the corners of his lips, cupped her cheeks, and pressed a gentle kiss onto the girl's half-closed eyelids, brimming with boundless tenderness.

Luo Xia narrowed his eyes. It seemed that rescuing Rebecca would require finding "Doctor Satan" first.

Before he could finish speaking, the door of the outhouse was pulled open from the inside, and a wave of foul odor rushed out. Shen Biyue hurriedly covered her nose and retreated several steps, a look of apprehension flashing across her face.

The sound of shattering bone rang out. The man with the goatee clutched his chest and fell backward; his sternum had been kicked and fractured by Luo Xia.

Yet if they failed to buy this golden pearl, the very purpose of their trip would be unfulfilled, and at the exhibition, they would truly suffer a crushing defeat.

"Hey!" Shen Yan rolled his eyes. Cheng Jinsong burst out laughing, and the other two joined in as well.

"The forensics team is organizing data these days and will be busy all day tomorrow, so I won't go," Cheng Jinsong explained.

Luo Zhiyuan's face was streaked with tears as he finally, slowly lowered his hands. Shen Yan and Cheng Haiyang, who had quietly crept closer from behind, immediately rushed forward and wrestled the knife away from Luo Zhiyuan.

"Can't you tell? This is my system, the Conquest System to conquer everything," Madara shouted loudly.

Aside from being local ruffians and bullies of Monkey Village, the two men also held another identity: the lowest-ranking lackeys of Purgatory Stronghold.

Only Lu Qing stood nearby with a trace of doubt, for some reason finding this conch shell vaguely familiar.

So be it. Since she had come out this time, she might as well properly enjoy the festival, and temporarily push those vexing thoughts out of her mind. She was just about to pick up her chopsticks when she suddenly sneezed.

"Akeno, what's wrong?" Hearing the club president's question, Akeno's expression was clouded with a hint of gloom.

Qin Yu was momentarily stunned. He thought back carefully—hadn't he just agreed to his mother's request about having a baby?

Yuechan's eyes were ice-cold. As she retreated, she let out a clear whistle, her long hair dancing in the air. Every inch of her body glowed, radiating auspicious light, and mystical runes burst forth, transforming into wave after wave of terrifying sword qi.

Countless questions surfaced in Yechen's mind, followed immediately by an inexplicable sense of dread and panic.

Aside from a heart completely willing to work itself to the bone for him, the fat man seemed to... have no other backing whatsoever.

Fei Heng muttered to himself while considering whether he should spend some time with the Fire Prison people. After all, Fei Heng lacked a deep understanding of consciousness-body technology, but he did hold a certain advantage: his consciousness body, much like those of the Fire Prison people, could leave his physical form for a period of time, making it easier for him to comprehend their technology.

"What is it!" Lan Shan slammed on the brakes, aggressively bringing the car to a halt right in the middle of the road. Mimicking Su Xing's action, he glanced into the right-side rearview mirror, and before Su Xing could reply, Lan Shan threw the car into reverse and backed it up underneath a streetlamp.

However, Chen Shi, who was deep in thought while in a semi-trance state, failed to notice this. After listening to the black cat's words, he fell into deep contemplation.

"Third Uncle, just tell me!" Li Chushan stepped forward, looking somewhat flattered, as if afraid the opportunity to pledge his allegiance would slip right past his eyes.

The eight crystal cores in his possession were also fine treasures, but Yechen had no intention of using them up right here and now.

"Mianmian, regarding everything I've done during this period, I only want to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry my tone was so overbearing just now. This time, I respect your decision, alright?" His lips brushed gently against her temple and ear, his tone overflowing with remorse.

And rightly so. It had merely been a casual act of assistance; no matter how hospitable and enthusiastic Han Yao was, it certainly wouldn't warrant mobilizing her parents to express their gratitude.

Sun Tai fled frantically with a few disciples of the Supreme Mystery Sect, but their speed was simply no match for the expanding shockwave of the exploding light sphere. A flash of reluctance and ruthlessness crossed his eyes as he abruptly withdrew his magical power.

Seeing her looking as though she desperately wanted to kiss the gold, Ji Mao lowered his eyelashes. After waiting for her to finish her hypocritical show, he turned and left without saying another word.

Shen Lianqing lay sprawled across his legs, sleeping soundly, though her body temperature began to fluctuate irregularly in the middle of the night. After all, the weather was truly freezing; no matter how many layers one wore, spending the night outdoors in winter was ill-advised.

A set of red peony-patterned bedsheets! Song Chucheng unpacked them, tossed them into her spatial dimension to wash, and planned to dry them instantly with the built-in drying function later.

Zhou Tianxing had just swallowed the last mouthful of soup at that moment, and Qing'er had just shoved a piece of flatbread into her mouth. Both of them stared blankly at Zhou Yang, fury literally radiating from their eyes.

At that moment, the two of them were terrified that if they said a single wrong word or syllable, the furious Ye Yang might simply treat them as enemies and execute them on the spot.

She suddenly recalled the comrade who had come to their home to deliver the pension fund right after Yang Zhi's sacrifice—a man who seemed to be called Zhou Tianlei, who had previously visited their home alongside Yang Zhi.

Though she didn't dare say much more, she dutifully and briskly tied up all the remaining live fish with grass rope.

No one knew how long had passed, but when both Wu Fan and Luo Shi developed nine stars glowing between their eyebrows, Wu Fan's Ancient God physique roared and charged through the starry realm. The resulting shockwave was immense, causing all stars within a hundred million miles to shatter completely, condensing them into a spear of starlight that he hurled toward the three white-haired beings of the Divine Realm.