Chapter 91: Da Ye Shuang Is Loyal

In such a place, even the most powerful cultivators would avoid acting lightly, lest they exhaust their strength at the outset and expose themselves to danger.

When Chu Jian went to the police station, he learned that the doctor, knowing Qin Zhichu had died under suspicious circumstances, had investigated the surveillance footage.

“Doctor, how is Young Master’s wound?” Xiang Xin helped Lü Xin lie back on the bed and asked the physician.

After Yeli Tianyang and the others left the shaman’s cave, the other beastmen dispersed, while Yeli and Tianyang returned directly to Hu Ya’s cave.

While this side was deep in thought, trying to figure out how to avoid disaster, the other side—Baili Yaorao, Jun Yinkuang, and the King of Monsters—had already led their armies to prepare for battle.

Tang Guo felt no fear toward the jackals circling her; though her internal energy was still unusable, years of fighting for survival within the organization had left her unarmed combat skills formidable.

Bo Fengzhi’s anger was not only directed at Jie Wu and Tuoba Ronghao—for failing to protect Ying Luo—but also at himself, for not acting sooner and allowing Ying Luo to be injured.

Chu Jian grabbed Chi Yiyi’s hair; as others rushed forward, she shoved Chi Yiyi toward them and bolted away.

This demonic beast had a sheep’s body, a human face, eyes under its armpits, tiger’s fangs, and human hands. Seeing all this, it matched exactly what Third Brother had once described to me about the monstrous Taotie—my heart instantly grew uneasy.

When Jun Qinglao first learned of this, she thought perhaps allowing psychics to practice cultivation techniques might yield double results, but later she realized there were still fundamental differences in how psychics and cultivators moved spiritual energy; practicing without proper guidance could, at best, achieve nothing, and at worst, lead to spiritual deviation or demonic possession.

“Enough about that for now—what should we do about this huge mess we’ve made?” Su Li felt Liu Lan must have some plan; otherwise, how could she be so calm?

“Senior Chen Chen, Senior Liehuo—yes, but this year there are twenty cultivators of the Third Layer of the Martial Realm,” Nan Zhentian said with a smile.

Ye Ying remained silent; behind her mask, her expression was unreadable, and she paced back and forth with clear impatience.

“I forgot about this person…” Lan Duoduo murmured. Her father had thought of securing her position, fearing others might threaten her.

As the two grew awkward, a knock came at the door; at this hour, anyone could guess it was Manager Zhao.

Five minutes later, Ling Chen, dressed casually, stepped off the train with hands in his pockets, strolling slowly with the crowd toward the exit.

The man shuddered all over, lifted his head slightly, and upon seeing Qingxin, immediately dropped to his knees with a thud.

The satellite image was clear and sharp. The factory roof resembled old-fashioned tiled houses, triangular in shape and completely open.

Yu Chen looked up at Wu Yu and said coolly, “Brother-in-law, you performed well.” Then he lowered his head again, listlessly staring into space, as if utterly unsurprised by Wu Yu’s sudden appearance.

After breakfast, Qin Ting went to work, while Qingxin returned directly to the Golden Capital Hotel, where Baozi and Xin Lang were already waiting for her.

Thus, he kept switching his posture, deeply puzzled—what exactly was wrong with him?

A few months ago, Zhang Yuan struggled terribly against an 80-level Abyss Boss; now he feared no living being beneath a Primordial Deity.

Song Hui wiped the anger from his face, staring in shock at the blue-white light enveloping them.

Yun Xiaoyu shattered the Eight Heavenly Realms with a single lance strike, then thrust his spear downward at the Yuanli Imperial Army—a terrifying spearlight surged forth, wreathed in endless flames.

“What are your thoughts, Minister Han?” Yun Ruoming asked Han Jinzhang, who served as Yun Ruoming’s chief strategist.

Yet he made no mention of the black-robed man’s actions, nor exposed him publicly—as if nothing had happened at all.

Ye Qingsong muttered to himself, pulled out a wine gourd, took a deep swig, and his figure slowly dissolved.

“Hehe, look what I’ve got!” The God of Joy chuckled, then pulled out the Universal Key.

Under her guidance, Ye Ling toured the workshop producing the new spinning machines; the craftsmen were separated, each assigned to produce only one component, forbidden from touching any other part.

“You’re a Turkic princess, yet you believe the Turks will lose—how can you be so lacking in confidence? Aren’t you afraid your Khan brother will punish you?” Ye Ling avoided a direct answer.

When Huang the Earth God spoke these words, tears began to flow unbidden from his eyes. I took a handkerchief from my ring and handed it to him, then waited quietly as he calmed himself.

Qiu Sheng heard Jue Cheng’s words and secretly rejoiced, yet kept a haughty expression, picking up her water cup and drinking alone.

Seeing the two girls before him with pitiful expressions, the Earth Demon instantly took a liking to them.

I began fighting the Third Prince; he leapt into the air and kicked his Wind-Fire Wheels toward me. As I ran forward, I swung [Ganjiang Moye] to block the flying wheels.

To him, this scene stirred his heart more than any newly released American blockbuster; at that moment, time itself seemed to cease existing.

This time we arrived at a ruin, and upon entering, we spotted several goblins patrolling.

Jue Cheng saw Le Bin, overcome with emotion yet unable to speak, his hoarse screams reopening his unhealed mouth wounds—blood continuously gushed from his mouth as his face twisted in pain.

Da Hu saw Qingyun approaching, rubbed his hands nervously, and felt uneasy—what did the boy want?

The Lifespan Crystal Ball suddenly shifted from black to blinding brightness, accompanied at that instant by Jue Cheng’s roar.

Xu Qinglang and the other had extended their spiritual senses to their maximum, perceiving every corner of the Weicun village.

What secret does this blue-and-white porcelain conceal? Why did both sides bid the highest price in the history of blue-and-white porcelain?

“I think this poem is very well written,” Kong Ru added, “Li and Du’s verses have been recited by countless mouths; yet now they no longer seem fresh.”

“Come, come, sit here.” He gestured for Gu Zhou to sit in the chair he had just vacated.