Chapter 836: One Hundred and Eighty-Three: Aligning the Code Phrase

One Hundred and Eighty-Three: Aligning the Code Phrase

In the depths of the Water Dungeon, Clear Cool Valley.

On either side of the T-shaped water dungeon entrance, the dull-eyed youth and the silver-haired old Daoist stood motionless.

They could not see each other’s forms, yet both sensed the other’s presence.

After hearing Ouyang Rong’s suggestion, the old Daoist Sun fell silent for a moment, then sneered:

“Hah, who the hell are you to be teaching the Dao Master how to do things?”

The words “little biscuit” were enunciated with particular emphasis.

Ouyang Rong fell quiet.

Shen Xici had also learned from others that Song Ci’s largest wound on his arm had been sustained shielding Lu Li from a blade.

Faint cries for help occasionally drifted from behind the screen, but he understood perfectly what his Crown Prince’s words implied—no matter what noises came from within, he never took a single step forward.

Chen Wenhe could not interject; while he drank water to moisten his throat, he pondered how to end this absurd meeting.

They were only focused on taking photos and posting to their social circles, only on complaining to family and friends about how dangerous today had been, how lucky they were to have survived.

“If you’re going to play dirty, don’t blame me for being ruthless.” Yuan Qi formed a hand seal; a flicker of flame sprouted from his fingertips, and upon touching the waterweed, it instantly withered away.

He took a meal box from the storage compartment behind his motorcycle, pulled on his helmet, and revved the throttle away.

Compared to love, Lu Shizhou’s feelings for Lin Ajiu resembled a strange possessiveness—like clinging to the last grain of food on barren land.

Gu Qingzhao sat beneath the camphor tree in the courtyard, reading the palace accounts; sunlight filtered through the leafy gaps above, blinding his eyes.

But Wei Zhuang and the others had not fully lowered their guard; should any change occur the moment the door opened, they would strike at once.

Although modern medicine is advanced and craniotomy does not necessarily mean death, such surgery is not something performed lightly.

For ordinary nobles, playing this game would be suicide—they’d eventually be sidelined or murdered by their subordinates—but for a mage, things were naturally different.

With the death of Inu no Taisho, the demon kingdom he founded collapsed. These bastards not only escaped but also took the three swords meant for Sesshomaru and hid them, avoiding him at every turn.

Chu Tiandu, though also a Super Level Nine, lacked Deng Huochao’s status and position.

Tian Xing and Feng Xiaochen had not met for the first time, but years had passed since their last encounter, so some small talk was inevitable—remarks about weight gain or loss, complexion, things like that; in truth, neither remembered whether the other had grown fatter or thinner, but such talk, even if mistaken, caused no harm.

In their eyes, he seemed like meat ready for slaughter; the curve of his lips grew slightly more pronounced.

Jin Yu gazed through the carriage window at the other vehicle; just then, its occupant looked toward Jin Yu. Their eyes met, and Jin Yu smiled faintly and nodded. “...It’s just a newly acquainted lady; no need for caution.” The shadow guard nodded and drew his horse back.

Cai Datou’s facial swelling was more pronounced, blood still streaking his lip—he’d clearly been beaten again, whether by He Xiaoyun himself or his men, it didn’t matter; the signs were unmistakable.

In fact, this was a creature of the Netherworld, though not a wraith itself; its perception was extraordinarily keen and refined—it sensed the necrotic aura on Mei Lin’s person, leading Nicolas to deduce she carried a necrotic vessel.

How old are these kids? Yet they’ve gotten heaty. Dry stools, irritable temper, restless sleep.

“Boss Bao, from what you’re saying, you’ve got the basic details of every enterprise in the country?” Long Jianping asked Bao Chengming.

Zhang Fan’s heart stirred—what a coincidence: the Qin Corporation headquarters, Qin Tower, stood in Luqiao Commercial District, and he was heading there too—would he run into someone? Well, even if he did, he wouldn’t recognize them.

Dao Chen glanced at the corpses on the ground and raised an eyebrow slightly—as if he’d just finished some trivial task.

As he slowly approached the headless statue, it seemed to sense danger; it vibrated with a low hum, radiating a blinding black light that shattered everything around it into dust.

After the Empress Dowager issued an imperial decree, the Grand Tutor and other officials arrived en masse—clearly forcing him into submission.

Su Zichen observed his surroundings, took a running start, used a protrusion on the wall, and scaled it in five seconds.

Ning Zian watched, his heart filling with bitter sorrow; he gripped the bright yellow cloth tightly, a tide of hatred rising within him.

Indeed, Dongyue infused energy into the Seven Yang Holy Light Wheel, and it immediately glowed.

The ghosts mingling among them, though standing face-to-face, shoulder-to-shoulder with the normal miners, remained utterly undetected by the miners.

“Through eternity’s stillness, seeking the Immortal Path—if fate allows, perhaps our master-disciple bond will reunite one day!” ‘I’ sighed, then ignored the gray-robed elder’s mournful cries and plunged into the massive bronze coffin; at once, my consciousness trembled and plunged into unconsciousness.

“They’re already waiting outside—come with us!” One of the officers smiled politely.

According to the system, this Spirit Gathering Array could be applied in many ways and radiated a certain range.

Loud music blared from the speakers; amid the screams of countless people, a graceful figure descended from the sky.

“No problem, don’t worry. I’m not withholding a chance to make money—how many merit points do you have? Bet them all!” Ye Tian chuckled.

Only after placing the crab on the plate did he realize: just now, Qianqian had called him “Dad.”

A faint red glow spilled from Mo Tong’s eyes—not fear, but a trace of excitement, even a strange smile curling at the corner of her lips.

The moment Zhang Yunxi saw what lay ahead, his eyes nearly popped from their sockets.

Jiang Wan raised her delicate eyebrows, wondering if the quiet fellow beside her was truly the one she’d been chatting with.

When Zhou Huimin emerged, her state had fully recovered; no trace remained of her earlier tears.

Only then did they notice countless flying vessels and flying beasts already parked there—if the open space weren’t so vast, it would have been overcrowded.

The onlookers all drew a sharp breath; especially the outer-disciple students of Haotian Sect who had come with Tang Zhen, their eyes widened in disbelief.