Chapter 142: Three Pure Bells

Shen Siyuan lowered his head to examine the Three Pure Bells in his hand.

The entire bell was golden, inscribed with talismanic script; as light flowed across it, the script seemed alive, constantly shifting.

Coiled around the bell handle was a flying dragon; instead of the usual cold metal chill, it radiated a faint warmth, like a living thing.

At the top of the handle, the character "mountain" resembled jagged peaks, faintly marked with divine patterns—clearly no ordinary object.

When he turned it over, he discovered the bell's interior contained nothing.

He raised a hand to touch his cheek—his face was dignified and beautiful, yet now, reflected in the bronze mirror, his expression was twisted.

"Hmph, lucky bastard—you actually made it back alive." A bitterly sarcastic smile curled on her lips; Su Man grew tired of further words and reached into her robe, pulling out a vial of medicine.

Watching Er Er insist on dragging Gui Gui to play, and Gui Gui's cold, aloof aura—identical to Sheng Xiao's—Yan Jincheng found them increasingly adorable.

The current situation had, in fact, been anticipated by Ouyang Yufeng. After all, Jiang Chun and the others would surely retaliate fiercely—thus, the extent of damage to Liu Xuan's mechs was obvious.

He knew Nan Xi likely blamed her parents' deaths. Though he didn't know which terrorist had killed them, he knew they were A-Tu militants—how could she not hate these terrorists?

Zhou Sisi, upon receiving word from the He household, was overjoyed. She'd only tried out of desperation; the prince's consort was notoriously moody and hard to please—who knew she'd actually agree to meet her?

Yue Ling'er very likely had a powerful elder. That elder, upon learning she'd been brought here, might not dare confront the Wei family openly for her return—but quietly slipping in to rescue her was the most probable scenario.

Cui Shun stood at the periphery, smiling and greeting others, asking about earlier events. He had just arrived. He'd seen Wen Shiyou's message, but after preparing and rushing over, the Beast Taming Sect was already a silent, desolate ruin.

Ning Xi frowned at Liu Yuan's brazen demeanor—this behavior was clearly a provocation against the Buddhist Sect.

At that moment, one person suddenly stepped forward and walked straight through amid the crowd's cries, then vanished from sight.

This was also a key base of the Asian Alliance Military, specifically used to test new-model mechs. The reason? It housed the Solar System's most elite pilots—any flaw in mech handling became instantly apparent the moment they took control. After all, mechs were designed to serve humans.

Finally, the Shadow Asura let out another low roar, its form suddenly vanishing—as if it had never existed.

Honestly, being dumped into this mess due to an accident during the final stage of containment work was already infuriating. Then, just as I rested a moment and prepared to move out, some damn Chusheng pulls a beheading bridge stunt.

After instructing everyone to stay safe, Qin Fei stuffed gunpowder jars into the empty bellies of hens, lit the fuses, and hurled them sharply toward the crocodiles on shore. The fuses hissed through the air, tracing a perfect arc before landing on the crocodiles' heads. The crocodiles, accustomed to the scent of chickens, opened their jaws to bite—just as the fuses burned out.

The tattooed giant roared, collapsing heavily to the ground. His massive body writhed, curled like a shrimp, emitting inhuman screams as he spat out mouthfuls of blood.

Outside, a commotion erupted; then Crown Prince Zhao Yin stormed in, flanked by several eunuch guards, furious beyond words.

What felt different to Wu Ji was his dantian's qi sea—it seemed to hold endless true qi! A casual clench of his fist sent true qi spilling out. Wu Ji knew this was due to his sudden surge in strength, which he still couldn't fully control. He stared blankly at his hand as a sphere of true qi formed in his palm.