Chapter 663: Departure

I've studied it—your merfolk physiology is indeed unsuitable for absorbing starlight energy.

Xiao Yu called the old mermaid woman into the merfolk cave.

Amid the hazy glow emitted by millions of merpearls, she taught the old woman her crude copy of the Starlight Scripture.

The merfolk bloodline is highly attuned to water elemental energy, followed by wind; as for starlight energy, they are not merely unattuned—they are strongly resistant.

But there's always a way around every difficulty.

Merfolk cannot directly absorb starlight

To avoid Jing Hao, Mu Chunchun hid in the bathroom early and refused to come out, terrified he might invite her to lunch; only after work hours had passed did she quietly slip down the stairs and escape through the side door.

For this cold-clan lord, though Fengmo Gate hasn't attacked other factions in years, as a former peak sect of the Qinglan Sword Sect, it undoubtedly possesses deep reserves; if Lin Qishan truly targets him, this cold-clan lord must remain vigilant.

Although Nezha has reached the First-Rank Immortal cultivation level, he is not invincible; if that's still insufficient, he'll have to summon Sun Wukong again.

Hua Zili wasn't nearly so composed—upon seeing that face, she stepped back and nearly screamed.

Although Zi Ting'er was saved by her, Zi Ting'er's escape was still an act of imperial violation, so staying in the Void Spirit Valley is safe for her.

"If you've got time, would you mind joining me for a drink in my room?" Guo Pu said with a shrug.

The midnight road was utterly deserted, not a single car in sight; the speeding car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, streetlights flashing across Wang Nanbei's face, a faint, involuntary smile playing at his lips.

Watching the group move sluggishly, Lin Yi sneered—his words clearly targeted the opposing soul fighter. He had witnessed real battlefields before; though these servants posed some threat, it was only minor.

My feelings are conflicted—I feel he is Su Mo, yet that unfamiliar face makes me uncertain.

Less than five minutes passed before Wang Nanbei threw out two more corpses; then came another burst of gunfire, followed by a string of curses.

After pondering which Bankai would be most practical for this situation, Li Kai chose the longsword of the old man who had been his mentor.

"You say takeout? Fine, takeout! What's this Meituan nonsense? I'll find something tasty nearby!" Yu Mengxue pulled out a cardholder filled with over a dozen business cards—each listing a nearby restaurant's address, phone number, and menu with prices on the back.

Chu Tianya glanced nervously at Liu Liangchen, fearing he might fly into a rage and kill Chu Jiang on the spot.

The entire court knew Su Qinglang was Prime Minister Qin Jian's lapdog; Cai Jun's heart sank as the reckless drunken boasts he'd made that day echoed in his ears—he wished he could just bash his head against a wall.

The station announcements, the staff urging passengers to check tickets, the hurried footsteps of travelers coming and going.

With a loud "bang!", both cars' hoods flipped upward, engines spewing white smoke.

As commander of the First Heavenly Army Corps, his combat strength was naturally formidable, having reached the Upper Realm of Heaven.

Dian Gong's hands weakly clutched his throat, as if trying to claw back the life slowly slipping away.

With his left hand pointing skyward in a grasping gesture, Xiao Mozhu felt spiritual energy coalesce in his palm; a green glow gradually emerged, intensifying with the spiritual fluctuations until a blade of emerald light appeared in his hand.

On Monday, Lin Jiajia moved into the dormitory; though the rules were strict, at least she now had a place to stay.

The night was deep and chilling, yet far from peaceful—flames roared skyward in the distance, punctuated occasionally by sporadic gunfire and explosions.