Chapter 150

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After three pauses restored his true spirit, Qi finally left Hunan and entered the border of the next province. Still at a distance, he was immediately overwhelmed by a lavish fragrance.

Slowly walking to his bedside, Ye Yuchen reached out and lightly touched his cheek—it was burning hot; clearly, he'd drunk a lot.

The two monks screamed like pigs being slaughtered. Jiechi heard the noise and rushed upstairs. He thought the monks had been ambushed by Li Fu, but when he reached the door, he saw two eight-foot-tall men standing inside, frowning, arms crossed, staring at Jiechi with icy expressions.

Just one minute later, a massive white curtain was pulled down, blocking the steel target that had just been displayed.

At Fang's banquet, Ye Chen had humiliated him. Now, at Tang's, he'd finally gotten his revenge and vented all his pent-up anger.

Inside the dot was carved a nebula! Dense stars shimmered, their center locked in a slow rotation. This was, in fact, a force from the universe that cultivators could not comprehend.

She was about to say more when she sensed the atmosphere had shifted. Looking up, she saw Ling Bai's face darkened, his gaze colder than the sword thrust at her by Hua Yuanye moments before.

Once a bid was placed, the legendary coins would be automatically locked by the system—only unlocked if a higher bidder emerged—thus fundamentally eliminating the rogue behavior of bidders reneging on payment.

Back then, Yunhai had recognized their potential and used the qi of all living plants to nurture them, guiding them onto the path of cultivation. After more than a decade of practice, they had all attained human form and were now all Level 10 or higher plant evolutionists—rarely seen powerful beings in the Dark Realm.

Though it sounds long, two seconds were fleeting. Just as the three patrol bosses launched another coordinated strike at Yunfang, a beautiful melody sounded above her at the perfect moment.

After that, Hu Qing relied on the single-sun sect disciple's sense of responsibility: before each match, she handed Qingguang to the referee to watch, retrieved the child after winning, and gave the referee half a sack of peaches.

For simple folk, a slight act of kindness could save their lives—why not do it?

For a nation's trade expansion and economic development, this clearly had profound, long-term positive effects.

The Spirit Dragon Ghost Immortal was truly unlucky: before leaving the Fan Aida world, He had been a worker in that world.

Mao Yuning could sense his emotions—strange emotions, faint yet present, like the bond between father and son.

He was so frightened he became listless, dared not raise his eyes to Dai Wu, and became utterly obedient.

For the past half-month, aside from the 15th day of the lunar month—when he controlled the lunar lander drone in lunar orbit and posted a close-up image of the moon—he had kept silent, avoiding livestreams.

Pei Le did not retreat either; he followed closely, using his own power to join Ji Hexuan in confronting Lei Yin. Their attacks clashed with Lei Yin's power, generating a massive shockwave. The air tore instantly, forming a colossal storm.

Watching the blurry but discernible images on the screen, everyone in the control base couldn't help but murmur among themselves.

"I'm the flagship—I've given a lot, but that's what I was meant to do." The wife handed the equipment core to Chang Fei.

He exerted all his strength, yet the sphere showed no ripple. Though he still had hidden cards and treasures unused, seeing the sphere's power, he doubted even those could break it.

Unfortunately, he lacked the ability to use it yet; the water rope merely controlled him without invading his body, so the Phoenix essence blood showed no reaction.

Cai Shao studied Lin Xiu with his eyes—he knew the White Dragon Group was in a rapid growth phase and likely had limited liquid funds.

Su Yuan gazed silently at the moon in the sky, wondering what decisions the Moon Capital and the Moon King would make—war, observation, peaceful cooperation, or opportunistic gain? Would they seek to uncover the secret of interdimensional travel from them directly?

Wu Zijian shook his head, got out of bed, walked to the center of the room, closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the floor.

The young ninja had little understanding of the decades-long reality between the two villages: nominally allies, yet riddled with hidden conflicts. Perhaps Suna's Temari and Kankuro knew a little of the truth, but the Genin of Leaf Village's Seventh and Eighth Teams had no concept of it at all.

Some cultivators with slightly weaker realms, at this moment, were directly pierced through the body by the flying swords.

Remember, ten thousand meters is not something an ordinary person can run—it's only featured in official athletic events like the Olympics, Asian Games, or championships.

He walked back slowly through the night to his courtyard, assuming Yao Qingmu had already slept; only upon entering did he notice a dim yellow candlelight still glowing from the window.

"Director Guan, rest assured! Our organization's current reputation and prestige prove our capability—and we've always acted fairly." The man smiled faintly, revealing his extraordinary presence.

After settling Li Tianzhen, at midnight, Zong Yang and the other three quietly left the inn, crossed the silent streets, arrived at Jiuyue Restaurant, and successfully took the sleeping Jiang Gucheng to the town's outskirts.

Perhaps the ending left the city and En'en with regrets, but I think this was the best outcome—some loves, once scattered across the ends of the earth, can never be mended again.