Volume One, Chapter 112: The Controversy Over Design Competition Plagiarism

The moment these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall instantly grew tense, as if the air itself had solidified.

Damn it, so this Plum Blossom Fairy just happened to gain immortality and now wants to use him as a test subject, to see if the method for eternal life actually works.

The flower sedan chair jolted along the bumpy path, and inside, the winged spirit Yu Zhu was already drenched in cold sweat. The injuries on his body forced him to curl up, hoping to ease the pain just a little.

Meanwhile, those who had bet on Kong Yanjun’s victory were burning with anxiety, desperate to catch a glimpse of him.

The Eight-Tails had been retrieved, and the Nine-Tails was on its way. Everything was unfolding according to the plan devised by the Five Shadows.

The idea that Leon could take out that many with a dozen or so RPG shots in the game was complete nonsense. Even G4 William with 300 stamina could take several RPG hits, and facing G5 William, they’d likely run out of ammo before inflicting serious damage.

As soon as he finished speaking, the emperor’s face darkened, black as thunder ready to break. The ministers around him wore various grim expressions, while Su Qingyan sighed softly.

Each drop of eighth-grade essence blood contained energy more than ten times that of ninth-grade essence blood. Moreover, the energy within these eighth-grade drops was far more refined. Comparing it to ninth-grade essence blood was like comparing a millennium-old ginseng root to ten century-old ones—utterly incomparable.

“Your Majesty, look at this…” Long Yun’er hesitated, clearly eager to say more but holding back, secretly pleased and ready to push further.

“Who… who exactly are you? Under five times gravity, you aren’t affected at all?” Lin Dashan’s voice trembled.

His bodyguards, seeing Luo Xidi’s hesitation to shoot, quietly left Xia Xuan’s side, no longer daring to approach, afraid of accidentally harming Luo Xidi.

The clan leaders below nodded solemnly, their faces grave. The divine race was arriving, the demon race resurfacing; indeed, this was becoming the most perilous time for the Immortal Realm.

The Ever-Changing Demon Lord, overhearing the Punisher’s discussion, was not angry; instead, he wore an expression of delight.

“The second? The first must be the Mad Sword’s disciple, right?” Li Xiao’s eyes gleamed with determination to obtain the inheritance.

After learning that the Sun family head’s power had reached the mid Nascent Soul stage, Ye Fan decided to pay him a visit. Though the Liu family was untouchable, the grudge against the Sun family had to be avenged.

Take lazy Xingzi, for instance. Whether at her own home or his, she rarely did chores unless accompanied by him, then she’d clumsily follow along.

Most importantly, Ye Fan had constructed several spacecraft as means of transportation. A single trip cost only a hundred Immortal Stones—a truly reasonable price given the distance—and each ship could carry up to ten thousand passengers.

As the saying goes, “A thousand cups are too few when drinking with a true friend.” The two sat atop the stone platform, raising their cups toward the bright moon, their toast joined by a third unseen presence. Their spirits soared, laughter echoing through the ages, embodying the chivalrous spirit.

Yu Qiu also lingered near Zhang Hanming. Though reluctant to part, it was an unavoidable circumstance.

“An organization led by a Master at the Transformation Realm naturally scorns participating in any assassin rankings. The Seven Killers Guild is both free and formidable; they only select the strongest to carry out assassinations. Compared to those foreign killers, the difference is like heaven and earth,” Shi Jinmo said.

“Who are you? I don’t know. You’ve come to the wrong place, haven’t you?” The landlady looked at Ye Chuan picking up the axe with some fear.

“Ah, you’re truly absurd!” Song Xiaoru shook her head and came downstairs to the gate of the Su family estate.

“Grandpa, what should I do now?” Yang Mama lay in bed, a look of dependency on her face, as if she were a wronged child seeking comfort from a guardian.