Chapter 233: Gourmet Gathering

By the time Lin Mo followed Zhu Zi Shun and the others to the small forest beside the Washing Spirit Pool, he realized that they weren't the only ones coming to rest.

There were also Liu Yunmu and the Lin siblings.

Only Jing Zifeng was nowhere to be seen.

As for his own group, Chu Wange, though she usually appeared indifferent to everything, was in fact deeply devoted to the way of the sword.

Thus, besides the Washing Spirit Pool, she unswervingly set aside time every day to practice swordplay.

They certainly didn't know that Mu Qingqing had long since become a cultivator—what she was performing were not martial techniques, but immortal spells.

On the eve of the college entrance exam, while others were tense and busy, Su Jinluo calmly held a thick book—uh… The Secret of Dragon Seeking—and read it with great enjoyment; her serene demeanor made one want to punch her hard.

Those who had previously accompanied Ye Feng to the ancient ruins were merely outer-disciples of the Dragon Sword Immortal Palace, ranking among the lowest in strength within the sect.

Even Shen Lang, who had already mastered two laws, found them nearly impossible to wield under the world's oppressive constraints.

Mengmeng immediately shut down her rare memories, her dark, round eyes fixed lifelessly on the vines—the vines trembled even more violently—why is this, why does this two-legged baby suddenly feel so terrifying~〒▽〒~.

Yang Kaiming stubbornly took the rifle, aimed at the bullseye through the scope, and fired—the "bang" echoed, but he didn't look through the high-magnification scope; instead, he picked up the binoculars and scanned the 800-meter target.

A martial artist of the Imperial Martial Realm, wearing just this armor, had withstood a palm strike from a Seventh-Layer Emperor Martial Realm expert—this was simply unbelievable.

Wang Zheng had already ordered He Yan to use satellites to scan every island on Earth, leaving no rock unexamined; any trace found must be reported immediately. This "Young Wolf Plan" was like a time bomb, and Wang Zheng's heart remained heavy with it.

Just moments ago silent, the Xuan Dao Sect suddenly had dozens of people appearing from nowhere.

"Wait, it's so late—won't your family be worried? Shouldn't you call to let them know you're safe?" Xun Bing called out to him.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiao not only lifted the rifle, but swung it—even if only once—sending a ripple of unease through Long Tiejun's heart.

Even the male sword club member, who had been awkward after losing the previous match as the second fighter, let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Your Majesty, this man is invincible—he has slain hundreds of our soldiers, and none among our troops can stand against him!" cried a soldier, his face pale and voice trembling, as he bowed with clasped fists.

The Imperial Court Hotel was barely two hundred meters from the beach and stood thirty-three stories tall—undoubtedly the tallest hotel in the vicinity.

"Haha, true enough—what talk of genius? I say he's trash. Now he's even riding a white horse? How dare he?" Bao An burst into laughter, his inner anger noticeably subsiding.

"Isn't this because you're in such high spirits?" the aide chuckled, continuing to tease; the two exchanged glances, and the command room echoed with the oily laughter of two middle-aged men.

"Wild Boar Cave? How come I've never heard of this place? When was it discovered?" Xiao Yu asked in confusion.

For instance, lazy Xingzi—whether at home or with him—rarely did housework unless he was there to accompany her, and even then she fumbled clumsily through it.

Master Wu had helped me greatly; when Li Xiao had safely left Lianshan City for the Zi Fu Sect, it was Master Wu who had promised to watch over the Zhao family.

Such a child must surely be the destined one—he will not die, he will not come to harm.

After passing on his uncle's message to Zhang Zhenzhen, he flagged down a taxi, opened the front passenger door, and got in.