Chapter 42: Outer Realm Demons! External Manifestation

Dawn light emerged, and the mist dispersed.

When Deng Ken woke up, he felt as if his bones were about to fall apart, then rolled over and stretched—turns out it was just an illusion.

What was tired was his spirit, soul, and essence; his body remained full of energy, even energetic enough to rise early and train.

“The taste of the Valkyrie…”

“Truly excellent!”

Deng Ken got up; servants entered to help him dress and wash, and after clearing his mind, he rode around the town.

“Your parents were killed by a supernatural entity,” Li Shenpu said, staring intently into Tian Juan’s eyes.

The song came from Xia Yi’s light-brain; Sang Sang noticed that wherever Xia Yi went, illusions retreated backward from him, yet remained connected as a single whole, not retreating into the painting but gliding along the walls, as if waiting to pounce.

“How would I know if you don’t?” Peanut shook his head, answering me absently, then turned to chat with Zhang Zhiguo, who had been in the same preparatory class as me.

“The Master’s Natural Dao is truly extraordinary—it aligns with heaven and earth, drawing boundless energy from them, inexhaustible and endless. How could one fail to defeat enemies? Alas, my talent is dull; I have yet to fully grasp its essence. So far, I can only align with five thousand li of empty space, yet even among peers, I am unmatched.” Hao Tian thought to himself.

“I just… I just want you to remember me… forever and ever…” Yue Le weakly protested, her voice trembling with a sob, drifting through the air in broken fragments, just like the trajectory of my life these past years.

Tong En immediately felt at ease. Of course—today was for donating money; why was she haggling over price? It was rather silly.

Liu Yishuang’s ice-element mutation made it extremely difficult to find a weapon perfectly suited to her affinity; this “Frost” sword was undoubtedly the ideal one.

Shui Yan was indeed an extraordinary figure—not only did he possess late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal power, but he also had many followers; his only flaw was his impatience for quick gains.

“Auntie Yulinglong, I’d like to borrow this sacred ground to elevate their cultivation,” Mu Xifeng said, bowing to Yulinglong.

She let out a soft sigh. There were still many things she wanted to ask him, but it was late, and he had suffered severe injuries—he needed rest. Otherwise, she would have dragged him into a thorough interrogation.

As the awards ceremony continued, Satan took the stage to announce this year’s best invention, but that steamer with the face—could it really be a scientific invention? And its lid was made of wood! Zheng Hao found this highly suspicious. After seeing the steamer’s function, he found it utterly illogical.

New rumors surfaced, directly targeting Mo Qianyu, claiming she was no spirit beast but a malevolent one—otherwise, why had Yelan Nation launched an attack on Longyao Nation just half a month after her marriage?

After cleaning thoroughly, the two unfolded a collapsible pot, poured in clean water until it reached four-fifths of the pot’s capacity.

When Xu He and the others returned, they focused entirely on Cheng Xiaoyue, asking not a single word about the carriage.

When she saw through the bathroom door crack the two entwined figures beside the sink, she nearly fainted.

Ye Ningning’s gaze fixed on the system prompt: “You have implanted your true name into the Sage’s Soul.”

“Master, the bird’s nest is here—please have some!” Qingzhu arrived with a steaming casserole, glanced at Yun Mei, who was smiling broadly yet hiding inner restraint, and said cheerfully.

The next day at school, the class monitor glanced at me and looked puzzled.

Yet he still gave Yun Zhu and his sister no good face; Yun Zhu understood clearly and quickly paid, then took the medicine from Qing Shi.

At that moment, Master Jian also came downstairs—he must have been informed by the steward, since the steward was right behind him.