Chapter 529: From Physically Becoming One!

I watched them leave and sighed in relief; I wasn’t sure if this counted as fortune from misfortune—the Shadow Hunter had discovered a hidden passage, and faint, chilling winds suggested this path was passable, likely leading directly to a deeper level.

Again, the Two Ghosts of Impermanence led us across the Weak Water River; this time we spared no strength, flying at full speed, and after three hours we finally reached Bilo City, as the sky began to dimly lighten.

“You…”—an unsuitable voice broke in from a soldier. Degulas merely cast a dismissive glance.

Though she didn’t know how much of Yang Yan’s words were true, she felt the attempt to conceal something was far stronger.

Ma Fuyi also introduced his subordinate leaders—Jiang Shoudan, Gong Chuntai, Feng Naigu, and others—for formal greetings. From then on, over one hundred thousand joined the Huilong Society.

Wake up, wash, eat, sleep, play bean bags. Sigh. Don’t say I just eat and sleep and sleep and eat—that’s the side effect of frequent missions.

Zhao Punu had no way to speak his grievance, while Qian Mingguang, watching the spectacle with glee, exaggeratedly tiptoed and gazed at the dozen or so distant gentlemen, sneering.

Degulas had his hand grabbed, his face turning as red as a tomato. Yet this made Jianna laugh—her laughter, crisp as silver bells.

The demonic sword’s aura instantly enveloped Situ Aotian, forming a black-glowing barrier around him. Huang Tianba’s trio struck—but not a single effect was produced; instead, they were violently repelled and flung far away.

From the strength transmitted through the Third Elder’s grip, his power seemed no weaker than mine. I didn’t answer his question, but wrenched free his hand, unleashing demonic claws that shot straight toward Xin’er, who had just risen.

Ah Hong felt an ominous sensation welling from within—he sensed something unusual, yet couldn’t articulate it.

“Of course, it’s fine!” Ryan didn’t care at all. Earlier, when he called these giant-transforming warriors qualified products, he’d merely been placating them—in his eyes, they were nothing but defective goods.

“That’s right—I want to hit you,” Bei Xieran nodded, voice trembling slightly.

Yet Emei’s overwhelming force could not be shaken even by a Mahayana Sage—what could Xiao Cheng do? Moreover, the purpose of this mission was Xiao Cheng himself; once found, how could they possibly let him go?

After speaking, Yang Bo tossed back the entire cup of alcohol; the soldier, with help from others, drank his portion shakily, unsure of what to say, only staring at Yang Bo in bewildered uncertainty.

Some things may have just reached Earth, but in the alternate dimension, they were already obsolete products.

“9.78 seconds!” The finish-line referee glanced at the stopwatch, then looked up at Lu Wuchen, then back down at the stopwatch—his voice rising shrill with excitement as he shouted the number.

Though Zhang Jingsong went to great lengths and concealed this matter without reporting it to me, Wu Zhongcheng was no fool—his spies likely outnumbered even his own relatives.

Feeling that aura, Song Zhi momentarily lost himself—years ago, when Yang Jian besieged Lingnan with three hundred thousand troops, Song Que had spoken words much like these.

If infected with this disease and lacking support from this side’s power, once it reaches severe stages, it becomes incurable—unless one is willing to spend hundreds of thousands to save a life.

“Cough… cough… cough…” A sudden cough interrupted Shi Naiichi’s words before he could finish.

This cave was some distance from the Black Rose Knights’ fortress; the two traveled in silence, taking the eleven-foot path, and after half a day finally arrived. Before describing the castle, one must first describe the geography of the Prison Island.

Judging by the black shadow’s swift, cheetah-like movements, there was no doubt—it was a highly skilled cultivator.

“Tch!” Wind Wolf shook his head; though his face showed disdain, his cold heart had suddenly ignited.

At this moment, numerous bandits had already hidden around them—but seeing their Eighth Route Army uniforms and the intimidating aura they radiated, not a single bandit dared raise his weapon.

“Xiao Bang, why did you do such a dangerous move?” Jenny looked at Xiao Bang, puzzled and even angry.

The bald giant was naturally the commander of the Later Jin forces’ camp outside Yaque Pass—named Aqige, one of the three commanders of the Bordered White Banner.

Li Guangze and Long Aotian, upon hearing the name “Ying Jie,” immediately thought it couldn’t be the “ying” from “sakura,” since few Chinese use this character in names.

“No need for such formality—you’ve done well. Juexian Peak hasn’t won first place in many years; this time, you’ve done excellently!” Ju Yi regarded Xuan Yue calmly, praising him in a detached tone.

“Tch…” Wind Wolf gritted his teeth, so infuriated by this self-satisfied fool that he couldn’t think of a fitting retort.

The spiritual energy from all one hundred and eight meridians flowed simultaneously into the dantian, and under Feng Qian’s control, they did not clash—instead, they flowed within the dantian in orderly, rhythmic sequence.