Chapter 30

Nalan Qiqing set aside her smile and spoke with deep emotion. Once she finished, she resolutely pressed the jade pendant into Yu Die’s hand, offering a series of solemn instructions.

Just as Olivia delivered this massive surprise to the Americans, the Chinese side also began to mobilize.

Having a surname was a right reserved solely for citizens and nobles. Edward had been a commoner through and through since birth, and by the time he was exiled to the kingdom’s frontier for his crimes, even his rights as a commoner had been stripped away. Here, he was nothing more than an ordinary criminal named Edward.

"Mr. Li Zhengqiang, is it? Please, sit, make yourself at home!" Fang Li said cordially upon seeing him enter. This was a stark contrast to the reckless, hot-headed demeanor Li Zhengqiang had seen at the casino. What surprised him even more was that Fang Li was speaking to him in a fluent Pyongyang accent.

Seeing Lin Feng’s cold attitude toward her, Ling Shixuan wanted to retort, but was held back by Ling Weihua behind her. Ultimately, she followed Ling Weihua and Ma Tianming into the hotel venue with extreme reluctance.

Since dual cultivation was possible, it proved that their previous theories about the techniques were wrong. But how could they have guessed that the soul-cultivation techniques used by their respective ancestors had all come from Lin Ying?

As it became clear that Lin Feng had no intention of engaging with the netizens online or the people offline, the matter gradually faded away after a week of commotion.

They all still remembered the shocked expressions of their ancestors. They had braced for a great war, but the imperial-level avian spirit beast had suddenly appeared, transformed into human form, and instead of showing any sign of hostility, simply began to speak.

Lin Ying’s voice trembled; he had lost control of his body and could only let himself fall from the sky. He had been gambling on that split second—if he collapsed and failed to rise, he would be down forever. Yet now, Chen Yuchen had emerged again? What, then, had been the purpose of all his efforts?

But these are matters for another time; in short, this marked the beginning of Ji Zhongyuan’s shift in attitude toward Gu Gesang.

The wild beasts had appeared two days ago, likely stemming from the earlier beast riot. However, it seemed there was more to it, as these creatures were deeply attached to their territories. They would never wander aimlessly outside the mountain ranges unless they had encountered something truly terrifying that made them afraid to return home.

Liu Haitao naturally heard it too; he let out an angry, cold snort, pointed his finger at Ning Jian and the others, and began to issue threats.

Wu Qingling was stunned at first, then, as if realizing something, her slightly chubby face was filled with shock.

Ye Shang said nothing. If the Madman said he could heal it, then he certainly could. Though Ye Shang was dissatisfied with the Madman’s previous behavior, his blind trust in him was greater than anyone else’s.

There was nothing particularly rare among the other items: gold and jade jewelry bought by Fu Qie and Zi Ran to add to her wedding trousseau, and curiosities Rong Xuan had picked up while out for a stroll... The bag was packed to the brim with all sorts of knick-knacks.

Deep in the peach blossom forest, paths crisscrossed among clusters of houses. Wisps of cooking smoke rose slowly from the thatched roofs of the cottages.

This was a form of incantation that drew upon the light-attribute spiritual energy of the world through faith in the God of Light, a technique Su Feng had acquired in the ancient era.

Yi Ning flipped through the items one by one. She had to admit that every piece of clothing was unique, the craftsmanship nothing short of miraculous. However, she noticed that while some were beautiful, they didn’t quite suit Ning Jian’s personal style.

At nightfall, she rested in a sea cave among the coastal rocks, dried her clothes, and at daybreak, after finding some food, she set out toward the coastal city.

As for Song Kai, he was a fallen rich kid whose family had gone bankrupt; his parents were gone, and he was so poor he couldn't even afford a meal. Now, he was a pure "loser," someone whom anyone could bully at will.

The old man’s face was a mask of disbelief, shock, fear, and worry. His complexion paled and flushed in turns, looking truly wretched.

Bei Zihong, in order to patch up his relationship with the puppet state, deliberately told a story about his rivalry with the Yan clan in Mohe. He even showed his scars, hoping to convince Tang Qianlin that he and the Yan clan knew each other well, which was why the other side knew he had gone to Harbin.

My current strength is low, so I can only nourish the five-element array base with spiritual energy. In the future, it seems I will be able to use the Samadhi True Fire to refine and strengthen it, and by then, the power of this Five Elements Life-and-Death Array will surely be even more terrifying.

Liu Yue also had no leads, and he felt that the only way to find any would be to infiltrate the Hongxing Logistics Company.

"To think he actually dared to bring him to the party!" A sense of being slighted surged within him. Ding Xiu’s right hand instantly clenched into a fist, his teeth grinding audibly.

Wasn't the person Mr. Qing had been waiting for for days the "Ruthless One"? Had he emerged from the Shennongjia mountains? I was both shocked and delighted, my eyes scanning the surroundings before I, like Mr. Qing, fixed my gaze on that rolling mass of dark clouds in the mid-air.

Just a moment ago, Liu Ya had snatched the flower from Man’er’s hand. But as soon as it touched Liu Ya’s palm, it immediately dissolved into tiny red specks of light and dissipated.

In that moment, everyone was filled with astonishment. Was Sword Thirty-Six not strong enough? Or was Wang Mu so formidable that he could simply ignore Sword Thirty-Six’s attacks?

Suddenly, a warmth filled my nose, and two drops of red blood fell onto the keyboard. Gao Lingqi did not panic; he reached for two tissues and wiped his nose with a habitual, gentle motion, as if tending to a friend.

My white T-shirt had turned grey, seeming to blend with the light ink-wash fish on my chest. Only after I was stained with the scent of Nanguang could I finally drift into a peaceful sleep.