Chapter 827: The Strongest Fisherman in History

Xiao Yu closed her eyes and feigned sleep.

In the Demon Eye Domain, the real Li Hong was pinned in the void in a star-shaped posture, while another Xiao Yu (in the form of Yu Fengxian) stood beside him, left hand holding a saw, right hand holding a wooden stick.

First, use the saw to cut open Li Hong’s skull, then use the wooden stick to prop open the crack.

A perfectly good fish head, like a child’s mouth, gaped wide open—inside was a semi-transparent golden rune, entwined with multicolored threads.

After listing her ideas in detail, she analyzed each one’s cost, feasibility, and development trend. In the end, Qin Weiyi decided to implement the first three items, but to hold off on the fourth for further consideration.

The Mute Vase, upon hearing the name “You Xiao,” showed a flicker of confusion. Fatty noticed and signaled he’d explain later.

“That’s enough!” With that, Ji Ya and his master leapt off the platform. By now, the morning dew on the grassy slope had largely evaporated; the two sprinted down the hill, becoming two black dots on the vast highland pasture of the “Racecourse,” swiftly moving toward the edge of the primeval forest.

“Be good, my little ones—Mother has met an old friend. Wait here, don’t wander off.” With that, Yang Liuer also ran off after them.

Zeng Chujian watched with great curiosity, so Xu Qingmo brought her inside, ordered two portions of every skewer, and sat down with Zeng Chujian.

In ancient times long past, ten suns appeared in the sky. The earth was scorched into a sea of fire… At that moment, a man named Hou Yi emerged and shot down nine of the suns, restoring life to the land.

“Otherwise, how could it be called the third level? Just the power of these emotions—if an ordinary person entered, they’d go mad,” Huang Jun said.

The eyes are the windows of the soul; Chuixue had her own judgment—such a pure, flawless gaze could never belong to a vulgar creature like a monster.

Shu Yao said nothing, only nodded, turning her eyes back to the Niu residence, silent for a long while.

At this moment, Xia’s mother was occupied arguing with some customers over their bills and was not here. Xia Yao felt that if her mother were present, she wouldn’t need to act at all.

Thus, Zi Xin abandoned further cultivation. Considering four full days had passed, Zi Xin once again summoned his generals inside the tent.

Although the youth still had reservations, as he himself had said, as long as Hao Duqian didn’t cross his bottom line, he was still willing to befriend him.

After years of wind and rain, his clothes had long rotted away, and even the skeleton itself bore numerous cracks—as if a slight movement would turn it to powder.

With a flick of his finger, Ye Xiao opened the Points Mall; a multitude of dazzling goods appeared as projections surrounding him.

Given the other’s status and position, he truly had no need to flatter Ye Xiao as he claimed—after all, a Dragon’s Breath isn’t something easily blocked.

Ye Xiao estimated that anyone struck by that sword would be paralyzed by its powerful current; even if one could withstand Lei Qing’s sword techniques, they couldn’t resist the electric current coursing through his blade. Once paralyzed, death was inevitable.

Remember, including Ye Xiao, twenty-eight second-rank transmigrators participated in this manhunt—its roster was undeniably opulent.

Yet the Ancient Dragon Emperor was a benevolent deity; he could not bear to see any being or creature on the planet harmed, let alone killed—that was utterly impossible. Though the Emperor spared the Chi Jiao’s life, the Chi Jiao showed no gratitude; instead, it harbored a deep grudge, determined to kill the Emperor.

In short, the forces behind Long Xinglin are currently only Jie, Su Mei, Bai You, Long Yixue, and Si Lingyan—five in total. Others may join later, but for now, only these five. And that’s already formidable. The Splitting Jie does not count, so it must be excluded.