Chapter 146: All-Star (Complete)!

But they couldn’t afford to lose too many people—each one was a treasure to him; these people would be his foundation going forward.

While slaying ghosts, the lightning cultivator also pulled Ailin behind him, making his choice without hesitation—he would prioritize Ailin’s safety.

But in the haste earlier, Yu Fan had fully shifted sideways; now changing direction again, there wasn’t enough time.

Within the snow valley, Yi continuously slew the black shadows emerging from the lake, yet after eliminating two waves of them, Yi noticed the Mo Ying had changed—they had grown taller, nearly matching his own height, and their wooden spears had lengthened, even sprouting sharp spines at both ends.

Fortunately, there was no time limit, or He Liuhun would have had to return. He Liuhun still had a task: to deliver gifts on behalf of Section Chief Duan to several important figures, a task Duan had stressed repeatedly. So He Liuhun waited patiently until his wounds improved, then went to their doors himself. Besides, the large group delivering gifts would take several days anyway.

Unlike all other ancient Japanese Go masters, Wu Qingyuan, after sixteen years of bloody ten-game matches, awakened the philosophy of “balance” in both life and the Way of Go.

But at that moment, a thunderous roar echoed—the forest behind them burst open as a massive black bear charged forth, its enormous body and thick limbs lunging straight at Yi.

“Husband, you haven’t felt this comfortable in days, have you?” Zhaojun smiled. He Liuhun’s joy was her joy.

“I don’t understand what you mean,” An Yiru said. “You sleep with him—I’ll change rooms.” With that, she wrapped her full, graceful figure in the sheets and fled, escaping amid Bai Wuxia’s unrestrained laughter.

Occasionally, a Black or White Reaper patrolled the area. These Reapers were stronger than the evil ghosts—each possessed Second-Rank strength. And just by looking at their prominently bulging temples, one knew they were no pushovers.

The so-called Dragon Treasures are the spiritual cores of each Dragonhead Peak, true spirits born from the descent of ancient stars, refined over millions of years into the essence of immortals.

The three women each explained—they had all fallen for their classmates, but their families disapproved.

Through the mirror, Kim Taeyeon saw that though she wasn’t disheveled, her face was slightly swollen from sleep and her hair messy; luckily Choi Sooyoung had reminded her, or she’d rather die than face outsiders looking like that.

After tasting a few pastries, Du Youlan said, “Sister, do you think there might be lotus roots down below?”

“Boss Yuan, I need a favor,” called out Zong Lin, who stopped Yuan Zhou—he wore casual clothes, had short hair, looked sharp, and appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight.

Old Zhang also stepped onto the stage, astonished as he glanced at Xi Tianling—he hadn’t expected Xi Tianling to be so accomplished in computers, let alone in music too.

First, a sword shadow appeared in the sky, then two, four, eight, sixteen… increasing in sequence.

Later, it was precisely because he grew weary of this life that he sheathed his blade and retired. Yet who could have foreseen he’d die at the hands of the Fire Kirin today? He didn’t know what to say.

As for Zhu Kun, he hesitated briefly before pulling Zi Yan close and following Ye Fan into the passage.

The order was given—the warriors of Heaven, Earth, Nothing, and Ultimate converged like a tide upon the central square, their aura steady, saturated with a chilling, deadly intensity.

The clash of armor echoed as, in a single exchange, the front-line Diamond Armor unit forcibly pushed back the Giant Stone Star armor legion.

If not for the need to enter the city and find palace attendants who confirmed the Son of Heaven’s seal still remained within the imperial palace, would Yuan Shu have come here?

While lost in idle thoughts, Shuying’s voice rushed toward him from afar, laced with unmistakable panic.

“Father, I failed to protect my younger brother—please punish me!” Su Ansheng also covered his face and wept; he could never have said such words on his own—this was surely Su Anya’s doing.

Now that he knew the Third Division’s men were like rabid dogs, Song Ziyu played his cards smoothly.

Mu Quanye gripped his blade tightly, executed a backward flip, and slashed downward headfirst toward Bai Wuchen. Seeing Mu Quanye had no spiritual energy, Bai Wuchen also refrained from using any, merely blocking the attack with his sword, then twisting his wrist and thrusting Mu Quanye back several meters.

We entered with extremely light steps, yet he still sensed us and opened his eyes quietly.

Moreover, according to their intelligence department’s reports, no other nations had produced any genuine superhumans.

If Taiwanese merchants could place large orders from their family, it wouldn’t just solve the immediate crisis—it would also open the door for future sales of dried fruit.

Indeed, she’d never heard of such a thing before. Just now, as she rode her sword halfway into the air, trying to pierce through the mist and see clearly from above, she couldn’t break through—it felt like an invisible membrane, tugging at her.

Yun Chi became famous again in the sect—this time for the scandal of having a romantic affair with a handsome man immediately upon her return.

Xiao Yan snapped back to awareness, glanced down at Ji Xinliang—she had just opened her drowsy eyes.

After telling the two girls she’d meet them later, Xia You followed Tong Nai’s group and continued browsing the summer Comic fair.

Mia quickly pulled back the covers, but Ye Ziling shook her head—she’d walked stiffly on the stairs just moments ago.

She pressed her fingers to his pulse—thankfully, his meridians and body were injured, but not his core. Yun Chi channeled spiritual energy into her palms, pressed both hands against his back, and began guiding his qi and blood.

At dusk, the setting sun stretched Mo Qiaoyi’s shadow long, yet she still kept spinning her Nine-Turn Linglong Ball—tomorrow, she’d face a Foundation Establishment upper-tier expert.

The child’s mother hadn’t originally been critically ill—she’d merely delayed treatment and couldn’t afford medicine, which led to this. Leng Ziyue gave the child money to summon a doctor and had the doctor write out a prescription.

Two dark shadows landed atop the highest palace terrace, Star-Plucking Pavilion, crouching as they gazed down at the Cengceng palaces below.

Yun Chi, lost in the joy of discovering the spiritual vein, seized the moment and entered seclusion. The spiritual energy here was unaligned—once absorbed, it transformed into the same type of spiritual energy within a cultivator’s body. After a month, she finally exhaled deeply and closed her cultivation method.