Chapter 106: Dou Dou

The destruction caused by Shen Siyuan seemed massive, but to the entire world, it was but a drop in the ocean.

Few would care at all; at most, it would make tomorrow’s news, followed by a group of experts offering interpretations, before being utterly forgotten.

As for the damaged electronics, everyone could only accept their bad luck.

Although Shen Siyuan felt guilt inside, he could not now step forward to admit his actions—not only because no one would believe him, but even if they did, the compensation—

Yue Chen also ceased his blind search and picked up stones with Tu Lei and the other six. Hao Datong watched them with skepticism, picking up only a few stones half-heartedly, sometimes tapping them together, but more often just frowning.

The scalpel’s blade halted precisely at the surface of the Gourd Children, neither killing Hu Simei nor Hu Wufu outright, yet releasing a dominant spiritual energy to suppress their movements and sever their control over Xiao Yan and Lin Dong’s bodies.

At this moment, the outer grounds of the Divine Fox Sect were eerily quiet. Aside from a few landmark towers glowing with a soft radiance, the rest lay nearly in total darkness. Vast darkness swallowed this extremely expansive region. It was said that some outer sect disciples spent their entire lives without ever fully exploring this area.

The medicinal effect of Mingmu Soup had not yet faded; the two could see clearly in the dark, walking smoothly even without lanterns.

Yue Chen stepped out quietly, gazing at the sky—the earth was already a hazy gray, the sky darkening. He reached out and touched something at his waist, then stepped down from Tianlu Terrace and headed toward a Blessing Cave.

Consort Hu lounged listlessly in her chambers, her mind repeatedly flashing with the face of that young man—his gentle features radiating a charm that stirred her heart into wild fluttering, drawing her irresistibly in. She felt a burning heat on her cheeks, bringing an inexplicable sense of shame.

How the matter should end, how right and wrong should be judged—these required careful thought. But most importantly, what benefits could be gained from the Zhao clan? Otherwise, Zhao Han’s dramatic outburst today would have been in vain.

Watching Jiao close his eyes again, Shi Jingtian fell silent. If heaven had destined me for greatness, why make me so detached from this world, unaware of my parents or my home?

Without any visible movement, she vanished from the spirit fields, then returned to rest upon the black lightning.

Ye Chen’s heart swelled with joy; when he returned to the Ninja Academy’s training ground, his face clearly showed an excited expression.

A sound like a sword piercing a membrane rang out—passing through the golden protective aura as if it weren’t there—the virtual sword qi surged straight to He Qingfan’s heart, pierced through, drew out a drop of golden blood, and returned to the letter.

It was said that the Peach Immortal had given Xiao Yaxuan good advice, using her words to defuse the Western Quartet’s hostility toward her—clearly a precedent.

In truth, the All-Heaven Dao could only imprint itself on Gu Chen’s forehead when he entered the Taiqing Realm. But just now, that fire seal had precisely triggered this opportunity, allowing the All-Heaven Dao to coalesce into an imprint and etch itself prematurely on his forehead.

Could the Sea King Trident easily reduce a ninja to dust? Even if the Thunder Shadow had bronze skin and iron bones, wouldn’t he at least be permanently crippled under the Sea King Trident?

“What about here?” Tie Chun waved a map in his hand, pointing to a forest beside the Fire Country’s Konoha Village.

He had just stirred his emotions with a few words, and now he suddenly dropped the topic entirely.

Unrolling the imperial decree, Chen Rong stepped into Qingyun Village under the escort of a hundred “Jing” Guards—his prestige now boundless.

Just as he thought this, Chen Rong shook his head and mused: Who cares if it’s true or false? Having an emperor as a patron couldn’t hurt, could it?