Chapter 181: Chapter Five: The Mechanic

Night passed quickly.

When Deng Ken went out the next day, Bert, who had been meditating in his room nearby, instantly opened his eyes—he possessed far stronger perception than an ordinary person and immediately hurried out after him, eager to follow.

The suspected Druid cultist said eagerly: “What’s your decision?”

Deng Ken met his eager gaze, returned the Earth Secret Scripture to him, and shook his head: “I’m afraid I’m not suited for the path of the cult.”

Over dinner, Xiao Ruo suddenly announced to Xu Anmo: “I heard your competition results will be released tomorrow.”

Everyone held their breath—things were already lucrative enough, but if they cut directly from the back and no good jade appeared, they might end up ruining the stone entirely.

“Go find a hidden hiding spot now. Be sure to distinguish friend from foe. The exercise ends when only one person remains!” the officer ordered me.

The old man, familiar with the route, led Li Xiaoyao through the mountains for half an hour before arriving at the Shu Mountain Outer Gate, where he struck the Alarm Bell Against Demons.

He said it was just “practice,” but Cheng Runing had no chance against Pei Yi—though Grandfather Pei doted on Pei Yi, as the eldest grandson, he was still properly tempered.

Downstairs, Momo looked out the window—thankfully, everyone below her building had dispersed; no one was there.

Cao Yusen could only laugh awkwardly: “Fine! You’re taking them away, moving them somewhere else—so you just escorted them.”

He Liu’s eyes darted around, thinking how to handle Lian Momo’s words—she had been discovered too early.

Yet what puzzled them was why their dreams always involved going to Baohetang to buy medicine, eating it, and then becoming immortal.

Listening to Lan Mingge softly recite a long list of poisonous herbs, Liu Qin could no longer sit still—she wept, unable to imagine how her cousin Liu Ping had survived, let alone managed to find her.

Several days later, they landed before a mountain peak, where before them stretched a black chain, over a zhang wide; one end sank into the mountain’s belly, the other vanished into white mist, invisible at its end, like a long bridge.

“What’s going on???” Cecile was confused—his teacher had successfully ascended to the Saint Realm; how could this be called a failed cultivation?

Upon hearing Soluo’s reply, Lin Ya and the others nodded, and in Lin Ya’s eyes, a spark of light flickered.

Faced with Long Ye, who could summon even Emperor Zhe Xiu and the Lock Immortal Elder, they were already numb with shock—every time they thought this was Long Ye’s strongest card, he always surprised them. In this zombie-ridden Penguin Continent, there was no safer path than following this mysterious young man.

Han Zhan and Zhao Wufu’s expressions shifted—watching Li Qingxin about to act, if they stayed silent any longer, even if Cao Du Du survived today, he’d lose a layer of skin.

But jokes aside, our car was still steadily driving into the depression. Though there was no road, the ground where the lost souls emerged was barren—perfect for driving—and we kept going until we reached the depression’s center and stopped.

A giant flying beast, its wings spanning over ten meters, swept aside other creatures, opened its massive jaws, and lunged to bite Wang Yu.

The other sect leaders were equally resolute—the reason was simple: no one would give up a chance to dominate the world, especially one with a ninety percent success rate.

I patted myself and pulled out a bottle of mineral water, quickly giving a few sips to Ye Ning—but it did nothing to reduce her fever; I frowned in desperation. Ye Ning was holding on, but her condition seemed to be worsening.

Zhao Qiuyu pretended to speak for Zhao Ruoxue and Long Ye, but only she knew her true thoughts.

“Given Jiang Yao’s likelihood of returning from the Underworld is negligible, I recommend… we begin preparing his ‘erasure protocol,’” the man within the blue column said coldly.