Chapter 102: A Fleeting Dream of Life, Part 19

“Who is Teacher Xuan Yue?” Chen You asked, eager to see the legendary scientist with his own eyes.

After walking a short distance, Wang Dawei noticed a crowd gathered nearby. His gaze quickly swept across and landed on Ye Fei and Qin Menglan, who were seated together, engrossed in their phones.

In this way, they no longer needed to fear others. The potion crafted by He Xi was superior in both quality and success rate compared to others. He Xi’s current strength undoubtedly placed her among the top contenders in the competition.

With his left foot stepping forward and a swirl of his right hand, magical energy surged forth, releasing a rainbow-like beam. The two collided with a thunderous roar, shattering the ice and leaving a pit several meters wide. The man and the bear each took a step back.

Shen Taixi ran for a long time, afraid He Xi would chase after him. He only stopped when he could run no further.

Jinghong and the others were both angry and helpless, their exhaustion and irritation growing as they were constantly on the move.

Then, handing the lyrics to Deng Yafei, Qin Ze expressed concern, “Can you handle it? After all, recording two songs a day requires maintaining your best state.”

Lin Wan’er looked at Ni Lehui, seeing her without makeup for the first time. She had only ever seen Ni Lehui transformed beyond recognition by cosmetics. It wasn’t that Ni Lehui’s bare face was unattractive—it was still beautiful, just not as stunning as with makeup.

Yet, despite such strength, she still could not match the combined forces of the Immortal Spirit and Demon Spirit sects. Their opponents had even deployed Spirit Immortals as vanguards, with numerous high-ranking Spirit Reverents appearing—powers far beyond what the Celestial Spirit could contend with.

After chatting briefly with Cheng Xiaowan, Luo Sen rushed in and saw she hadn’t eaten. Worried, he scolded, “Next time you eat, don’t rush me out. I’ll hold the baby while you eat.” Saying this, he took half a bowl of rice out to reheat it.

The sun hung high at noon. They could no longer see the Five Lantern Cave. To the northwest lay only the vast desert, devoid of any sign of life. Pang Tong and the others gazed upon the flat desert, where sand dunes were scarce.

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What completely surprised Fitt was that Rafe kept casting spells to attack him relentlessly! Didn’t Rafe fear exhausting his magical power?

However, encountering Pei Shiyin also revealed an unwelcome sight. He hadn’t expected that after only a few days apart, the girl had become entangled with the young master Mu of City C to such a degree. Cheng Yiben felt as if struck by lightning.

As the soldier advanced towards the old general, his aura underwent a dramatic transformation, his very appearance changing.

When she swiftly drew her sword, a roaring sound echoed—whether by some subconscious prompt or not, it felt as if a dragon was soaring across ten thousand miles.

Upon the stone platform, silence reigned. A giant serpent lay motionless on the ground, while a dense poisonous mist hovered in the sky, making one wonder if the eagle-headed figure was alive or dead.

Zhang Heng turned and attacked, not with defense but with offense. His judgment proved exceptionally accurate.

Generally, a familiar spirit’s abilities closely reflect its habits. For example, Mobot’s Blade Guard was originally the soul of a praying mantis, which evolved to become the Blade Guard.

At that moment, Jiang Yueqing was nearly terrified out of her wits, yet no matter how anxious she was, she could only watch helplessly as Du Jinglan slowly approached her son with a dagger in hand.

Liu Xian, lacking much knowledge of warfare, could make no judgment and merely nodded repeatedly.

“I am sincere with you, so why do you have no trust in me?” the many-faced beauty sighed.

Leng Bingbing simply enjoyed being with Zhang Donghai, liked talking to him, and watching him immerse himself in work. She never entertained the thought of becoming a third party.

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Xia Xiangkui returned to the Xia residence in a foul mood after being scolded by the second prince and hearing that neither Xia Shuangbai nor the Liang family had died. Upon entering, he saw the madam approaching stealthily.

Just as Meng Fan was focused on carving the Gathering Spirit Formation in the old forest on East Hill, he heard Bai Nannan’s shouts from below. Formation carving required calm and undisturbed concentration.

Ye Qiuwan hesitated briefly before finally going. Lu Ling glanced at the jewelry on the table, waved her hand, and scattered them all onto the floor. The servant tried to clean up but saw her collapse, clutching the broken pieces silently weeping.

Mo Fan suppressed a smile and shook his head. If Lan Xuan knew others were treating his paintings as posthumous works, he might jump out and beat them to death.

Lin Yixian’s hand touched Li Tianqi’s; he clenched tightly. Both palms were sweaty.

In truth, even the Battle Heaven physique couldn’t heal quickly. This was because Mu Nan hadn’t fully pressed on Mo Fan, releasing only a portion of his pressure, yet it already had such an effect. If it were a real fight...

“Feeling so good today?” Feng Xiaoxiao asked upon returning, seeing villagers lighting bonfires on the hillside. Only then did she learn of Meng Fan’s plan.