Chapter 1128: Everest Love; Rebooting the

On the morning of the 70th Anniversary, the whole country was celebrating, draped in red.

The 32nd Golden Rooster Awards announced its ultra-luxurious list of nominations as scheduled, drawing the attention of the entire industry and the internet.

The number of films nominated was the highest in the event's history, and the quality of the entries was the best in the last decade.

If one had to ask what was missing or most glaring, it was the absence of *The Wandering Earth* and *Dying to Survive* from the participation list.

The "Blood Sect" members were secretly anxious, but thinking of their own overwhelming numbers, they believed that the arrival of just three old geezers wouldn't fundamentally change the situation.

Even if there were high-level cultivators among the masses below, no one could imagine any of them resisting the slightest remnant of the power about to be unleashed.

The Duke and the others retreated into the armored vehicle, doors locked tight, observing the surroundings only through the high-definition cameras on the roof.

Su Mubai nodded to show he understood, then rushed over in two or three quick strides, stepping on Zhu Ziming's palms to use the force of his raised hands to leap onto the shipping container.

The manic state vanished, and a splitting headache tore through his brain, but Su Mubai didn't even have the strength to cry out or struggle; he could only stare at the sky, gasping for air.

Gu Youran couldn't help but feel her heart flutter as she looked into Leng Youhan's flawless, yet world-weary eyes.

Since they were already in the vicinity, the three of them couldn't suppress their curiosity and quietly crept toward that direction.

"Uh, Comrade Tomb, isn't this a bit inappropriate?" The long-faced man wore a hesitant expression.

After a few exchanges, Long Ren realized his injuries were even more severe than Su Mubai's, and knowing that fighting to the death wouldn't work, he hurriedly shook him off and shoved Su Mubai back.

The camera seemed to have been caught off guard too; after a brief moment of stunned silence, it followed Su Ting's gaze toward the space under the bed.

Based on her analysis, as long as it was the most suitable, effective, and simple path, she would do it—even if it meant discarding teammates, sacrificing companions, or defying orders.

Zhang Han felt a surge of joy upon hearing Batu's agreement, but then, hearing his concerns, he pondered for a moment.

She wasn't sure if this was information she could inquire about beforehand, but she asked anyway, just to test the waters.

She took out styptic powder to apply to the wounds one by one, then used acupuncture to seal his heart meridians, preserving his final breath.

She was merely arguing for what was right. But a soft chuckle from the man easily shattered the stubbornness she had struggled to build up.

With his mouth twitching and pupils dilated, the procuress looked at the soldier in front of her in terror, unable to utter a single word.

At the same level of domain, it was a battle of spiritual energy consumption; however, the Dao techniques Long Yu had comprehended were more numerous, and his Yin-Yang spiritual energy possessed a resilience far exceeding that of ordinary spiritual energy.

Hong Tao followed suit, glaring back with an expression of disbelief. The officials of the Great Ming Dynasty were truly interesting; they understood war very simply, viewing it only as a means to punish the other side, rarely harboring thoughts of occupation or aggression.

Amidst the ruins, a strange shriek suddenly rang out, and a mature-stage giant Xenomorph lunged out from an abandoned shop, its mouth clamped around half a corpse, blood flowing freely.

"Are you treating me like a slave? Don't forget, I'm a dog right now, I can't reach it!" Mi Li stamped his front hooves, wanting to refuse to do these trivial tasks for Murong Zhen.

Fang Bolin slapped his forehead as if he had thought of something, and he and Long Jigang said in unison, "It's Lin Chulian's."

Unexpectedly, Charles had already turned halfway, facing an apartment building across from the Circus Hotel.

Afterward, he returned to Mingze City, gave Tian Qin two hundred drops of golden liquid, and instructed him to handle and distribute it himself, paying no more mind to the matter.

Gu Qianxue rubbed her temples, wondering just how many secrets from her past life she still didn't know.

Chen Feng smiled slightly, not lingering in the Magic Tower, and walked out slowly.

"Let me ask you, do you have any confidants in the hospital who can take orders and speak for you?" Fang Bolin asked in a low voice.

When the time comes, it won't matter who the dean is or who the medical titans are; none of them will be of any use here.

Upon hearing this, many looked at him with hostility, but thinking of the Fang family's recent major moves, they had no choice but to swallow their pride.

Over a dozen days passed, and the number of disciples at the Chumen Sword Hall exceeded two hundred. Among them, one hundred had advanced, and the high-grade primordial stones won through challenges exceeded one thousand. Chu Mu's reputation grew increasingly famous, spreading throughout Flower City.

The benefit of doing this was twofold: first, it boosted the auction house's fame; second, based on the records, they could send invitations to wealthy and powerful alchemists, inviting them to attend the auction to drive up the final prices.

Of course, this was limited to rumors and speculation. For one, there was no evidence, and for another, the government only managed secular commoners and dared not inquire into any matters between cultivators. When immortals fight, the government can only pretend not to see.

The Zhou family claims to cherish talent, yet they let this Zhou Yang engage in favoritism and settle personal scores, forcing us to live in the northern district where beasts reside—is this not an insult?

This time, the voice of the Marquis of Tianyuan was filled with venom. Lin Xuan had worn his patience almost entirely thin, and having wasted so much time in vain, he was naturally depressed to the extreme.

As mentioned before, after Fangye was resurrected with Ishida's help, the state between her and Ishida was, to some extent, like that between a Shinigami and their Zanpakuto. Her ability to appear before everyone could be said to be a variant of Zanpakuto manifestation.

Afterward, the gray-black Xuanwu Beast emerged from Ying Ditian's body, shielding him.

No one knew how much time had passed, but this soft inquiry drifted from Captain Yamamoto's lips—the voice was very faint, as if he were asking Quebu, or perhaps asking himself.

This man's face was as white as jade and quite handsome, but... there was a long scar on his face, a hideous patch of red flesh that replaced his handsomeness with an eerie, ferocious look.