Chapter 64: Spring’s Message Amidst the Snow (19)

Staring at the figure on the screen, Ji Feihan trembled, unable to control herself, her delicate hand clutching the protective talisman at her chest. Neither Wen Qiao’s party nor the hidden ambushers were opponents Chen Zheng could contend with. After probing their strength, Chen Zheng concealed himself so completely that even his breath stilled. Every pore on his body opened slightly, absorbing the spiritual energy from the outside to provide himself with oxygen.

Setting aside the astonishment of Qin Keqin and the others, Chen Zheng activated the White Bone Yin Wind Technique, stirring the yin energy of heaven and earth. His aura spread, and wherever it passed, flowers, grass, and trees withered, all life drained away. In less than the blink of an eye, two hundred thousand people of the Black Shaman Tribe vanished as if evaporated before Bazhaer’s eyes. Once the hot wave subsided and he recovered from his terror, he found that in the Black Shaman Tribe, only he remained.

“This is just as well. Our Qin family will certainly keep its promise and present a grand gift!” The white-haired elder finally revealed a genuine smile.

Though he couldn’t understand why the imperial son-in-law would return the territory he had won, Yuan Ping dared not ask and felt his intelligence was insufficient to fathom the man’s thoughts. Since the prince consort had spoken, there must be a reason, so he simply did as instructed.

The national preceptor, Daoist Yixuan, stroked his beard and smiled, clearly approving of Baili Dengfeng’s actions, while Mo Qingxuan gazed up at the elegant and striking figure, an unusual light flickering in her eyes.

As the white light gradually faded, Wang Wuyuan fully awakened. Thinking it was a nightmare, he wiped away the cold sweat and hurried back to the internet café to continue gaming.

That evening, Tan Jing again asked who should accompany the emperor for the night. After checking the list kept by Sanlang and calculating who was most likely to conceive, Tianqi finally chose someone named Feng Siqin.

The longer the matter dragged on, the worse it was for them. If it could be resolved today, it would be best for them to sign, receive the silver, and settle things.

It had seemed a sure victory—once the fireseed was consolidated, he could recover his power and unleash his might. No one had expected such an accident.

During evening study, Wu Bin still sought out Bi Wanqing, but now their relationship was more one of mutual discussion. In terms of the physics competition, Bi Wanqing had little more to teach him; in fact, Wu Bin’s understanding of some difficult problems had already surpassed his, always able to offer fresh perspectives.

“In truth, it cannot.” The monk replied. He ceased his chanting, but remained seated on the ground.

These giant beasts, whether ferocious or aloof, all circled the perimeter in a certain order.

Suddenly, a low groan escaped Fu Mingxuan, and Yan Kaiting, sensing something amiss, turned toward the sound.

At the moment, Wu Bin had little food stored, so he checked the time—it was already the third self-study period. He decided to endure a little longer before returning to the dormitory.

Why was his life so short? It was due to the depletion of his spirit. Even though the ancestral court cultivator had deep reserves, after spitting out this blood essence, he would certainly not fare well.

Based on Lian Ji’s judgment, this should be a place where poisonous herbs grew, though he did not yet know their exact type. Poisonous herbs were a kind of spiritual herb, able to gather spiritual energy, differing from ordinary herbs only in their nature.

Speaking of which, Bismarck was a soft cat in bed, easy for Hood to bully. The twin sisters were a different matter—perhaps there was still hope for sharing a quilt… No, this was turning wicked.

To gain more detailed information, Lian Ji used the Plague God’s Gaze divine power on the foremost evil spirit.

When the two sides were a hundred paces apart, Fan Lang drew his sword in fury. The Ruthless Sword became a shining arc of cold light, an earth-shaking, world-shattering move, as all fifteen thousand acupoints burst open in unison.

“Haha.” At that moment, only a cold smile touched Ye Cuo’s lips. He understood that in this world, one ultimately had to rely on strength to speak. If he hadn’t just displayed extraordinary power, perhaps the person before him would have already cut him into pieces.

“Brother Qin, are you joking?” Liu Nanfeng knew his strength, but such words seemed overly arrogant.

Some ferocious beasts of time and space accidentally strayed in, thinking the silvery stars were treasures and tried to seize and refine them, only to be silently sliced to dust, their very souls entirely dispersed.

Speaking, the group flew into the Spiritual Mountain realm and landed on a peak called Xuanxu Peak, governed by Meng Wuhen.

“Don’t worry, Huang Xiao. Though Zhou Lei is fierce and unpleasant, he will still give Second Senior Sister Yunduan face. Since she has agreed, Zhou Lei will too,” Zhuang Lier said indifferently.

Although Mu Liangkui considered things thoroughly, Xiao Ling and the others might not have realized or understood his thoughts.

A cup of tea’s time passed quietly before Zhou Lei saw rows of cultivators emerge from the cave. Their movements were slow and unsteady—it seemed their minds had been bewitched by demons.

After about ten minutes, wailing finally echoed through the airport. All danger was past, and the passengers, their hearts finally at ease after surviving the ordeal, could only express their feelings through tears.

A fist of flesh and blood collided with one forged from steel. Inside the cabin, everyone heard the dull thud and the snapping of bones that followed.

Three times they fell behind, three times they drew level again. This was not something an ordinary team could achieve. It proved that Manchester City’s nerves had become steely; with such resilience, they had the potential to reach their peak.

Before this sudden surge of energy, the chaotic Star Diagram of Dutian rapidly stabilized and became completely calm.

This time, Qiu Xuan was headed for the capital. Hearing news about the city, especially the most popular topic lately, he couldn’t help but be curious.

This sword strike was cold and merciless, but it contained not only his own strength, but also the power and will of Zhuge Zhengwo.