Chapter 53

Crackling sounds echoed. By the time he retreated ten zhang away, Lei Liwu’s back was soaked, cold sweat spontaneously breaking out on his forehead.

Cai Yan still wanted to savor her husband’s new poem in quiet solitude, but someone reached out one hand, ignoring her protests, and dragged her all the way back to the cabin.

This was already the second Nirvana Trial for body refinement; this time, Yun Qing’s physical strength would match that of a spirit race’s divine descendant at the same stage.

The Five Elements Sect naturally gave one pill to each member; Wei Family and Yun Qing each received the remaining two pills. Since Luo Xiao Tong and Yun Qing contributed the most to refining the Seven Apertures Lingqiao Pill, they each received four-grade mid-tier pills. Though others were envious, none said a word.

Zhou Lin glanced at him but gave no reply; instead, he fixed his gaze on Tian Lai, who was listening intently beside him. Tian Lai, like Wang Xuan, surely wanted to know the full story behind this matter, and would naturally pay close attention to Qiu Ling and Chen Meng’s conversation.

After the experts confirmed the location, Captain Hu also realized something and asked Zhou Lin whether he thought someone was hinting that the entrance to the underground city lay there.

“Let’s find a place nearby to rest first,” Bai Qingyan said, glancing around, preparing to choose a quiet spot on the spot for Zhang Ruhui to rest, and only continue once he regained some strength.

The two small fragments contained fewer than a thousand characters, yet their depth far exceeded Yun Qin’s expectations.

“Come, come, Zhou my lord, don’t rush off—you must at least drink two cups.” The imperial envoy was Zhou Bangyan.

The surrounding space shattered instantly; both sides recoiled a thousand meters. Huo Yun retreated farther than Liu Changge; the moment he stopped, he spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Dong Zhanyun, the Shadow Hawk and Fire of the Burning Abyss, and Xue Hei all exhaled in relief. This battle had temporarily ended with that last exchange.

Before his words ended, three gunshots rang out—three bullets flew toward Wang Xuanlong’s head, leg, and shoulder. At the instant the bullets left the barrel, the director’s lips curled slightly.

Li Chi nodded slowly. He had heard Chen Yi mention this level issue before, but he didn’t know what it meant: “Are you going out today?” Li Chi asked.

Then the lawyer shook his head and left. This lawyer had rushed over overnight ready to shine, yet he left quietly without even saying two words—making people laugh even as they marveled at life’s unpredictability.

A flash of sharp light passed through his eyes; the torrent of soul force surged through his body, flowing along Yun Feng’s arm and gathering steadily in his palm.

Xiulin was ecstatic! This idea, this approach—he had never even dreamed of it before, let alone done it! But weren’t different types of flames also like this? Could different elements be combined?

Yet her movement was immediately spotted by me. To prevent her from picking up the gun, I acted on instinct and kicked the back of her knee joint. When the flexing point of a human joint is struck, inertia and the reflex arc cause the knee to bend, forcing the person to kneel.

The hall was silent. Wang Hao waited for tools—different equipment was needed for injury inspection and residual toxin analysis; the arriving plane would bring the gear.

Cui Feng opened his eyes, feeling uneasy. He had assumed his true face had never been recognized, but these old foxes had seen through him long ago.

The second battalion commander thought of these things, already beginning to plot in his mind how he would seek revenge after Lin Fan spared him.

Yelü Xuege stared intently at Xiao Chuo’s eyes, which gleamed with wisdom and cunning. Slowly, his brow relaxed into a knowing smile.

Huangfu Jing frowned, slightly displeased. Normally, when Ying Xian was present, Huangfu Jing would order no one to disturb them.

Aside from these two chances, there was no other way. How many were blocked at the threshold of Martial King? How many spent their entire lives lingering at the Martial Disciple stage? Thus, most people’s meridians remained fixed for life.

Zhan Pei, Shi Qi, Fatty, Li Yu, and Bai Yihua gathered around the bed, their faces flushed with excitement as they watched Huo Er scramble up, clutching the steamed bun, rolling around on the bed.

As Lin Fan had just woken and turned his head toward the window, a gentle voice sounded beside his ear.

“You can’t stop me.” Yan Nanshang sized up Tie Nan as he charged forward, his beautiful peach-blossom eyes narrowing slightly.

Yao Mowen circled several alleys before finally entering a humble inn. Under the shopkeeper’s guidance, she entered a relatively clean private room on the second floor. She pushed open the door—inside was empty. After waiting nearly half a stick of incense, the person she had arranged to meet arrived at last.

I was stunned when I saw it, but seeing no one intervene—and knowing I was nobody—I could only watch as he slowly lifted the broken sword.

“Go all out? Are you stupid? I won’t get kicked out just for a few demon pills!” Han Lewan seemed more relaxed around Li Ping.

Jin Zhuan slowly withdrew his gaze. The bronze longsword was undoubtedly a peerless treasure, but to him, it was merely an artifact.

Everyone who joined the Alliance was a top expert, each an outstanding master from their own sect. Kunlun Sect had only fifty members in the Martial Practitioners’ Alliance. Across the entire world, fewer than a thousand martial sect members had joined the Alliance. Thus, the Martial Practitioners’ Alliance was immensely formidable.

But this wasn’t what surprised Chen Yuan—the true difference he noticed was that Ji Sifei’s soul force carried a trace of Xuan Yin energy.

Now, Lin Feiyu had not only helped them find a place to survive, but even allowed them to hide well, no longer needing to live in constant fear.