Chapter 215

Behind Wang Yulou on the grandstand, Bai Lu’s palms were slick with sweat.

Time had changed too much; once, when Wang Yulou first held the Talisman Master Contest in Qingxi Fang, she was merely an insignificant spectator.

Now, Wang Yulou had become the most celebrated prodigy of Hong Deng Zhao, standing at the center of the crowd—and pulling Bai Lu into the center with him.

Beside Bai Lu stood Qingxi, disciple of Zhen Ri True Person and Hong Deng Zhao’s true heir.

Lu Chen clearly remembered that when he first awoke in this mortal world, no matter how hard he tried, he could not move even a single sheet of paper—what had changed now? Surprised, he grew excited—had his magic power returned?

After a moment’s thought, Jiang Ting abandoned the idea; if he could think of it, the Tian Shu Administration could too, let alone the entire team from Wan Ling Academy of Science—if they could simply cut it down, they would have sent the Da Hong Pao straight to the lab long ago.

Shen Chi coughed until his face turned purple and could not lift his head, waving them off frantically, while the young man behind him, patting his back, had gone pale green.

Once, he had persuaded Yihan to take him hunting, and the two had sat beneath a tree just like this.

Wang Yumo and the other two were still waiting in the room, guessing whether she would return tonight after her “great victory.”

Now that the Crown Prince was crippled and likely to lose his position, if she provoked another colossal disaster, she would surely suffer along with him.

Zhang Xiaoxian’s face twisted like a demon’s; he spat out words through clenched teeth, while the suit-wearing fat man struggled to rise, yet remained as helpless as a chick.

Yet despite the famed reputation of the Huaiyuan Army, the strength of Jiang Bingyi’s spy network, and the countless Wolf Guards scattered across the northern border of Tuxi Law, none had detected the presence of this hidden force right beneath their noses—it was utterly unthinkable.

“Let’s go—to your village,” the thin old man sighed, shaking his head, utterly devoid of the earlier calm and cunning.

Ye Yifan felt powerless—he could only grab her when she mistook someone for another, when she bumped into people, or when she clung to strangers weeping, then apologize to those around her.

Saniel called out to the two; his wound had been treated, and all he needed now was the limb-rebirth surgery to restore himself fully.

Afterwards, Feng Wuyan, Jiang Tian, and the others—excluding Lin Yu—combined their spiritual energy to cast the Wind-riding Technique, ferrying the group in batches to the forest beyond the city walls, until all had been transported.

“Hey, you understand the Continent tongue, right? Where are you taking us?!” Harliet raised her short axe, pointing it at the boy with no courtesy whatsoever.

For Yan Xiu, the only thing capable of bypassing the Flowing Wind Barrier to harm Ye Feng was the Thunder Bell.

As if sensing Lin Wei’s gaze, Filin Suoya tilted her head slightly, locking eyes with him; she paused a moment, then offered him a faint smile.

But Boss Cao wasn’t stupid—this guy wasn’t any good; if the wind chime was better than his gourd, would he trade? Impossible.

Lin Yu stepped forward, his body instantly solidifying—he had entered the Fanke Stone. He walked to the Dark Spirit Pearl, slowly extended his hand, and grasped it.

“Why didn’t they kill you? There were three Foundation Establishment demons—if they’d truly fought, they could have killed Jiang City Master and seized the city effortlessly—why didn’t they?” Lin Yu asked.

Near the end of Angel Street stood a clinic run by the mob doctor Mason, also backed by the Fists Party.

What surprised Lin Yu was that Zhou Tao reappeared in his sight just a few days later—except now Zhou Tao was wrapped head to toe in bandages, needing help just to walk.

You’ve never seen it before! Just replicate one function from the dumb girl, and I could dominate the entire mobile phone market.