Chapter 278: The Difficulty of the Golden Core, Ancestral Fusion

The first time Zheng Fa saw the secret art "Yin-Yang Harmony," he felt it was a bit absurd—

The general idea of this thing, as Zheng Fa briefly summarized, was roughly as follows:

Use high-energy rays to heat certain gases into a plasma state.

Use a magnetic field to confine the movement of this plasma.

Then, wait for bang bang bang!

This thing... isn't it just a magnetic confinement nuclear fusion device?

Of course, because

"No problem! Gao Yu, are you going to make a move on them? But... all I know is partial information about them." Kitano Hiromura agreed.

The moment she stepped out of the hotel, Bai Muxue shook off Xiao Ziqian's hand, ignored him, and stormed off furiously.

The moment Xu Moyan drew near, the bat began to tremble violently, emitting a piercing shriek. After Xu Moyan slowly dissipated, the bat was gone without a trace, as if it had been completely burned to ash.

Within a few days, word spread from Chengchun Hall that Gao Jieyu could barely eat and was in a foul mood. Both Ji Shen and Empress Dowager Gao were deeply worried. Empress Dowager Gao pressed Ji Shen to visit often, and also urged Right E Ying to be more magnanimous, yet Gao Jieyu remained sullen and unhappy.

"Oh, this is just a routine prenatal checkup—what stage are we even at? You can't reliably determine the baby's gender until after eighteen weeks!" Zhang Muqing pushed my hand away and said to me.

Xiao Ziqian clamped his hand around Bai Muxue's waist to stop her from twisting, while his other arm firmly hooked around her neck, leaving her no chance to escape.

Still, I understood why Wang Rulong had opposed me the moment he arrived, yet didn't dare be too brazen about it.

When Wang Hao's brush reached this point, he finally stopped and looked smugly at Zhou You, as if asking for confirmation, as if showing off. But Zhou You, very straightforward, gave him a thumbs-up, and then Zhang Yingwu stepped forward.

Don't be fooled by how Nezha and Sun Wukong trounced the Dragon Palace—on closer inspection, when it came to truly shaking, let alone destroying the Dragon Palace, they seemed to have some reservations.

After cursing for a while, Wu Daniang felt a bit thirsty. She turned her head and saw a line of bicycles coming down the main road, led by none other than Lai Mazi, the second-in-command of the investigation squad.

"The Wangquan Sword belongs to my Wangquan clan—I will never hand it over to you." Wangquan Banye's face was set with resolve.

Wentian was rather unenthused. Jue Tian was a full grade higher than this Frost Chill, and its utterly unreasonable sharpness was something he loved dearly; moreover, its understated color made it perfect for ambushing people.

A voice softly calling Lin Nuan's name rang out. The audience looked toward the stage, faces full of surprise, some even crying out, "No way!"

After landing, what appeared before his eyes was a massive abyss. He kicked a piece of loose rock down, and for ages heard no echo.

The cultivators guarding the breach radiated even more powerful auras. Mu Ge estimated they were at least above Nascent Soul. Every cultivator entering the teleportation array had to hand over a white jade token—not spirit stones, as had been the case with the previous arrays.

The morning sky was stifling and overcast; the birdsong that should have long since been heard was utterly silent, likely scared off long ago by the killing intent here.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for saving my life. Your subordinate will absolutely not act rashly and ruin Your Highness's great undertaking!" Jing Lei struggled to rein in his inner terror, his mind somewhat dazed, quite at a loss.

Arriving at the open window, Xia Hou looked toward the fight. Using his Imperial Gear, he could see a banner planted there—the Mo Tie Mercenary Corps.

"No wonder you changed my proposed live broadcast to a recorded one—afraid something would go wrong in the middle so you could edit it out, right!" Sheng Lao and Director Song were close enough to joke like this.

Though Yin Yumo's face was sullen, she knew Mu Yihan would keep his word. In fact, Yin Yuxin and Luo Jiayang had already gone back; no matter how worried she was, it was useless.

When Big Bear was only three meters from Sun Wukong, to the audience it looked as if he had nearly come to a halt.

Sun Wukong could no longer move. Every ounce of strength in his body was resisting the pressure exerted by the "Constellation Realm."

"How about we cooperate with the Mage Guild once, and see if we can trace this faction's roots?" the Grand Mage asked tentatively.

A dozen or so snow wolves posed no real threat to them, but they had no idea what to do next.

This nightgown was exceptionally sexy—or rather, any piece of clothing would look especially sexy on Liu Yixue's figure, because her body was truly flawless.

A smile rose in Yuchi Hong's eyes—no longer eerie, but like the warm winter sun.

"Has that metal craft been restored yet?" Qiao Yan, still thinking about that pile of molten metal, specifically went to the detachment commander's office to ask Yuchi Hong.

"It's nothing, really—I just stayed up all night, it's been a bit tiring, that's all. After a nap I'll be fine." Aiwa said softly, comforting her.

Zhao Zhen had always felt that if he spoke of restoring Fan Zhongyan as chancellor, the first to oppose would be Chen Zhizhong. But now Chen Zhizhong was recommending Fan Zhongyan—how could Zhao Zhen not be surprised?

With a sudden "Swoosh—", Hua Junyu's face flushed as if on fire. She stamped her foot and cooed, "Master, what are you saying? I didn't! We're not even married. I still have that little bit of self-respect. He respects me a great deal." As she spoke, a shy, sweet smile once again played across her face.

No matter how good the Five-Peak Gun was, it was still just a matchlock—loading took time. Before the Qi Family Army's Mandarin Duck Formation could charge over, those few Japanese samurai had only managed two volleys before being dragged into brutal close combat.

After Ling Xin got home and went to her room, she didn't, as usual, throw herself onto the bed to roll around first, then collapse and sleep the moment she was tired.