Chapter 32

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It was not until some of Tang Jingxin’s fans noticed a clue in her manager’s social media updates: apparently, Tang Jingxin, one of the artists under her management, would soon be appearing on a reality show. Though the hint was vague, when combined with the travel-worn appearance of the group at the airport...

Snowflakes drifted thickly downward. In Shao Yu’s memory, seventeen-year-old Wei Shi had failed to notice Wu Jin’s cry for help and simply walked away with his back turned.

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Ye Moxing picked up her phone from the table and tapped out a string of numbers. It was not an eleven-digit number, but a thirteen-digit one.

She had heard stories of demons and monsters disguising their voices as those of babies, luring people over so they could drink their blood.

A succession of cries of alarm rang out. Someone crumpled limply to the ground, scarlet blood trickling from pale lips. Most of the clothing on their back looked as though it had been soaked in overturned red dye, the bright crimson slowly congealing into a dark shade.

During that period, Liu Qingyin changed into a different outfit every day, giving Lu Mengyu plenty of material to tease her with. She said Liu was afraid people would not know how wealthy the Luo family was and had to flaunt it like that.

The other two could not stop sneaking glances at Wu Jin. Their eyes were filled with both curiosity and excitement, and Wu Jin could clearly recognize the look of people eager for gossip.

The sedan-style private car traveling along the winding, precipitous slope only made matters worse for him. As soon as they arrived outside No. 1-109, he shoved the door open before the vehicle had even come to a complete stop and rushed out, bending over in the garden to vomit until the world seemed to spin.

Could it have been deliberate? But with that foolish expression on his face, everyone simply took it in stride.

Ye Moxing smiled radiantly and hung up the phone. Just then, a message arrived on WeChat—a voice message.

The team leader glanced at Lu Yan with exceptional helplessness. He had no idea what had happened, and now Lu Yan was determined to leave the Public Security Bureau. The situation left him deeply conflicted.

Ying Sha knew that after this attack, Zheng Wen would also have to leave, so she no longer held anything back. Ji Ziming had not broken through the formation, and the expert beside him had made no further move. Without a word, Ying Sha produced a painting that appeared in her hand. It was none other than the supreme treasure presented by the Danqing family, an affiliated force of the Leláng Dao—the Blood-Prison Danqing Painting.

Yet he had chosen to retire from the military. His commanding officer could not understand why he would abandon such a promising future and insist on leaving the army.

Still, the strength of these “Eight Immortals” far surpassed that of the pompous fellows at the Southern Heavenly Gate, those puppets and paper figures.

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Perhaps sensing his arrival, the man from Wa lifted his gaze. Their eyes met, and in that instant, sharp sparks ignited between them.

Yet when the attack struck the golden body of the Maitreya Buddha, it was like rain disappearing into the sea or mud sinking into a great river. It was completely absorbed without causing the slightest disturbance.

“Dan Xuankun!” Dan Xuanhao muttered under his breath, instinctively realizing that the tiger’s roar had come from the tiger-man Dan Xuankun.

Zhao Qian said, “So these ordinary aquatic creatures will naturally face tribulations when they leap through the Dragon Gate and ascend as dragons. And this phantom image of the Dragon Gate should be here to confer legitimacy upon these aquatic creatures as they are reborn and transform into dragons, right?”

Hu Yan said, “Come to think of it, you are a Totem Lord now. Why don’t you tap into the power belonging to your own bloodline?”

He quietly watched the young woman before him. She was clutching his hand tightly, her head lowered as though lost in thought.

He glanced at Zhou Siyu. It was so dark that he could barely make out anything around them, while arrows seemed to rain down without end.

“Thank you for the fine wine. However, my adventuring party has always worked only with members of the merfolk tribe. It seems we were fated to meet but not to be together!” With that, he left the place at once.

In fact, Lu Shu’s killing intent had still been quite strong some time ago. But after advancing to the Grandmaster realm, he had completely restrained his aura. There was a reason Nie Ting named the Grandmaster realm the Divine Treasury realm. At that level, unless one deliberately chose otherwise, both body and spirit became inwardly contained, returning to simplicity and purity.

Time passed by in tiny increments, yet the black clouds in the sky did not disperse as everyone had hoped. Instead, they grew denser and denser. Just as Kalan had expected, those bandits from the night sky had come for the feast within the valley road, greedy and ferocious. Even the mutant lions, hyenas, and jackals let out uneasy, low growls.

“Shut up!” Team Captain Kalan shouted as he looked up. The two fighting frogs glared at each other, then fell silent.

However, those super-magic techniques could be mastered only by mages known as geniuses. Most mages still had to obediently chant their incantations while casting spells. As a result, in most situations, ordinary mages were slaughtered in actual combat by knights of the same level as easily as chopping vegetables.

“I know that everything Shao Zi did was meant to make me leave this place. I don’t blame him, and I don’t blame any of you either. But please believe me—I won’t do anything foolish.” Tang Tang spoke slowly, one word at a time, then gradually walked back.

Ye Shitian slowly chewed on a piece of withered grass he had found somewhere and spoke in an unhurried voice.

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Bai Aoqing rarely spoke against his true feelings, but what he said was not wrong. The other senior officials truly felt a mixture of envy, jealousy, and resentment.

One sharp claw reached out to seize him. In the next instant, the remaining claws forcibly tore through space and appeared abruptly in front of Uncle Fu.

“If you keep this up, I won’t be polite!” Long Yang shouted, though he did not know whether the demon monkey could understand him.

But the deed was done. The Six Fan Gate and the Five Rats of Sunken Sky Island had already become mortal enemies. This could not be dismissed simply by saying that “outsiders had provoked them.”

“How about it, Zhen Shifeng? Want to give it a try? Otherwise, I’ll give the opportunity to Niaoniao’s brother.” It was not difficult to see that Feiyan truly hoped Zhen Shifeng would join them, and her excitement toward something new was equally obvious.

“Hmm? Ning’er, you don’t look well. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?” Gui Lingfeng asked with concern, his other hand stroking Xue Ning’s waist.

Then he shot forward like an arrow released from the bow, taking the lead. Jing Ye followed close behind, and after them, an army of twenty thousand demons surged toward Rainbow Bridge like a black tide.

Since she could not vent her anger on this money tree, Xu Jiaojiao shifted the target of her fury to Hua Shuirou.

When Mu Sanqian still had not returned by dusk, Hong Yi grew worried and was about to go look for him, but Old Ning stopped her.

The light shimmering from the wish card grew increasingly dazzling. It then broke apart into fragments and merged into the battered communications console. In the blink of an eye, the console was restored to pristine condition, and even the generator beneath it was repaired. This time, Zhen Shifeng’s luck had truly exploded—an absolute first in history.

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