Chapter 146: All-Star (Complete)!

But they still 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. He made his choice without hesitation—he would prioritize Ailin's safety.

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

In the snow valley, Yi continuously slew the black shadows emerging from the lake. Yet after killing two waves of them, Yi noticed the Mo Ying had changed—grown taller, nearly matching his own height, and its wooden spear had gradually 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 return gifts on behalf of the Section Chief, as the Section Chief had repeatedly stressed. So He Liuhun waited patiently until his wounds improved, then went to the door himself. Besides, the large group delivering gifts would take several days anyway.

Unlike all ancient Japanese Go masters, Wu Qingyuan, after sixteen years of bloody ten-game matches, awakened the spirit and philosophy of "Zhonghe" in life and Go.

Yet at that moment, a thunderous roar echoed—a massive black bear burst from the forest behind it. The bear was enormous, with thick limbs, and charged 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 plump, lovely figure in the sheets and fled, escaping amid Bai Wuxia's unrestrained laughter.

Occasionally, a Black or White Constable patrolled the area. These Constables 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 essences 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 girls each explained—they had all fallen for their classmates, but their families disapproved.

Through the mirror, Kim Tae-yeon saw that though she wasn't disheveled, her face was smeared with odd marks and her hair tangled from sleep. Luckily, Choi Soo-young reminded her—if not, she'd rather die than appear like that before outsiders.

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.

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? 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 chilling, lethal energy.

The clash of armor echoed—within 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 thought, 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. How could he possibly say such things? It must have been Su Anya who taught him.

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

Mu Quanye gripped his blade tightly, executed a backward flip, and slashed downward headfirst. Seeing Mu Quanye had no spiritual power, Bai Wuchen didn't use any either—merely blocked the attack with his sword, twisted his wrist, and shoved Mu Quanye several meters away.

When we entered, our steps were extremely light, 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 dried fruit sales going forward.

Indeed, she'd never heard of such a thing. Just now, while riding her sword halfway into the air, she tried to pierce through the mist to see clearly from above—but she couldn't break through. It felt like an invisible membrane, pulling 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 returning.

Xiao Yan snapped back to awareness, looked down at Ji Xinliang—by then, Ji Xinliang had 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 so 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 power into her palms, pressed both hands against his back, and began to push qi through his meridians.

At dusk, the setting sun stretched Mo Qiaoyi's shadow long, yet she continued spinning her Nine-Turn Linglong Ball relentlessly—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-Picking Platform, crouching as they gazed down at the layered imperial palaces.

Yun Chi, immersed in the joy of discovering a spiritual vein, seized the moment and entered seclusion. The spiritual energy here was unaffiliated—once absorbed, it transformed into the same affinity as the cultivator's own. After a month, she exhaled slowly, ending her cultivation.