Chapter 147: Return Journey and Heavenly Inspiration

In the morning, the sun rose slowly from the east, emitting myriad golden rays that bathed the earth in a crimson glow.

The surrounding temperature quickly rose; Qiao Nasen felt too hot, tugged at his clothes, turned over, and continued to snore loudly.

"Bang…clang…" the sound of metal striking metal rang out.

"Huh…" Qiao Nasen was startled by this abrupt sound, jumped up from the ground, blinked his sleepy eyes, wiped the sweat from his forehead, foot

Lately, the atmosphere in the Life Sciences Institute has grown increasingly intense; Feng Jing excels in both character and academics, and is also the campus heartthrob, so Chu Yan regards him with special favor, his prospects limitless; he tops the institute's heartthrob rankings, and enjoys many fans at school.

The next morning, Xie Tianhua rode a tricycle along the bumpy dirt road to inspect the quarry's location and estimate the yield, while Zhao Zhengce convened a meeting of all the official cadres of Tongmu Township.

The commanders all thought Li Rusong had reached a conclusion, each assuming the posture of attentive listening, but when he glanced around, his gaze settled on Shi Changting.

At that moment, a trail of white light streamed down from the horizon; after the white light, several strands of yellow light chased down, as if a monster had fled the lower realm, with heavenly troops in pursuit.

Emerging from the forest were Bian Bufu, You Niaojuan, Rong Fengxiang, and Rong Jiaojiao, who eyed Zhang Liang warily, for this amorous young lord's martial prowess was said to be formidable.

"Who are you? How dare you sneak into the palace's secret chamber to steal treasure?" Those who have gone tomb‑robbing for treasure in the Xuanyuan Tomb are no longer just a few scattered groups; most are ordinary people lacking any magical arts, so they fail to seize the treasure and instead become fodder for the three demons.

After completing their external examination of the corpse, they would then take the body to the forensic autopsy center for dissection.

For now, Zhao Zhengce has nothing to worry about; if he must prepare in advance, he just needs to find a way to make Luo Chengzhong unable to stay in Hengbei City—and Zhao Zhengce sees this clearly.

"What should we do?" Wang Zhonghua paced the courtyard, drenched in cold sweat, his mind a blank—this was a mix of shock, anger, fear, hatred, and other emotions intertwining, producing a unique "crash" phenomenon.

He too was a mid‑level figure in the All‑around Martial Society, and he well knew how terrifying and rare martial artists are.

He would come to this world; his original purpose was merely to find him. Now that he has found him, why should he still crave others' favor?

Naturally, the soul‑power guard on the storage space can be forcibly broken, provided one possesses sufficient soul‑power.

That worry was for that man, not for himself or anything else—and Tang Hao was well aware of this.

I myself hadn't expected that this meal would make us so happy; upon leaving the office, everyone turned out to be full of vigor.

I haven't yet responded to those earlier remarks; I must reply, otherwise Liu Qidong will really think that I, Zhang Luo, am afraid of him.

Under the might of heaven and earth, everyone felt as fragile as an ant, unable to withstand a single blow.

In the snow‑laden northeastern mountains, after being blasted by a day‑long gale, even a healthy body could collapse.

I asked the convoy's guards; the escort said that when they set out, the young lady was still at the inn.

He wanted to restrain himself from wearing a reproachful look and angry expression, then gently press his lips to hers to soothe, cherish, and enjoy her.

Ruo Yixue glanced at the two, smiled faintly, and said, "Please sit." She pointed to a few nearby chairs; Li Zhichen nodded, and Xue Qingyun pulled him onto a seat.

"Sorry, please continue." The newcomer waved a hand. Fortunately, the spot was shaded by trees, so their faces couldn't be made out.

"Sure, but I hope the master won't erase Xuanming's consciousness." The Xuanming spring reflected for a moment, but had already made its decision.