Chapter 259: I Am I, a Different Firework

Tick-tock—

A thick, dripping sound came from beside his ear.

Wu Wang looked around.

He suddenly realized the maze wall towering before him like a mountain was slowly shifting.

Yes! The maze walls weren’t fixed—they were alive, changing direction.

As they moved, thick, deep-red liquid seeped continuously from the ground.

The overpowering stench of blood filled the air, making one nauseous.

Huangmao sneered, gave a signal, and the youth named “Xinzi” stretched his limbs, then swung a punch.

Alice picked up Liu Qiansan and sat him on the shore, one hand supporting his head, the other stroking his brows and eyes, her expression curious. Her golden hair clung to her body from moisture, a trace of rust-colored fluid sliding down her delicate face.

Yet since it couldn’t be openly stated, it found no decent excuse to refuse, so it followed the Buddhist nun into the wilderness above the river.

Yi Lian stared at Luo Han, then at Alice, her mouth gaping wide enough to fit an goose egg. Liu Qiansan feared her jaw might dislocate, so he eagerly reached out to lift it.

The crowd cheered, the atmosphere reaching its peak. They danced wildly, letting out excited, bizarre shouts.

“Zhang Wei, let me take it—after all, Uncle Zhang is your master,” Bai Lian said, stepping forward and deliberately blocking Zhang Wei’s path.

Liu Qiansan glanced at what he held—a string of Buddhist beads, twenty-one in total. Each bead was as red as a red bean, translucent as amber. In his palm, they felt slightly cool.

They had intended to avoid him, not wanting to entangle with Zhao Hai, but Zhao Hai approached them voluntarily and greeted them.

After presenting the Shennong bee honey to He Zhishi, the bamboo sword, as if gaining sentience, fluttered gracefully back through the astonished gazes of all, clanging sharply as it slid into Duan Ran’s waist sheath.

Life had been hard lately; she hadn’t tasted meat in ages, and she loved lamb skewers—this was her first time eating them since arriving in this timeline.

The only condition: if you’ve attained the Immortal Realm within the past century, regardless of origin, background, even if you’re a demon cultivator despised by all or a great demon burdened with unspeakable sins, you may join the Yaochi Martial Contest to vie for the title of Number One Under Heaven Below the Golden Immortal.

Suddenly, Yuluo’s throat emitted a roar, and the “Soul-Sealing” entities, as if stimulated, surged toward “Tai Chu” like frenzied beasts.

Jian You’s face was pale; his spiritual energy was utterly depleted, for his wounds were too severe. Yun Xu stared at the sword in his hand—the blood was being absorbed by the blade itself.

A man in a hat and long robe, carrying a suitcase, hurriedly stepped down from a rickshaw and headed for the café.

“Looks like even this old man can’t sit idle—I’ve barely touched the ground, and work’s already come knocking,” Academician Gan chuckled.

“Hahaha, by the way, send someone to thoroughly search for the old newspapers Zhi Guangping once read at Yipin Restaurant,” Tang Yi said with a laugh, giving the order.

In an instant, faint crimson light flowed across the sky-blue tabletop, and as time passed, it nearly engulfed the entire Zhou Yan Platform. A scorching force, like a catalyst, doubled Zhou Jiuhui’s forging efficiency.

Yet our Su Clan has spent countless efforts crafting pills for the Three Clans, disrupting disciples’ quiet cultivation, and daily pill-making has hindered their realm advancement.

Gao Jianfei, who had long remained at the Void Immortal Realm, now under Tianling Emperor’s guidance, had learned how to disperse immortal energy into the blood vessels of his limbs and body—but as for evolving explosive power, it was still far too early to speak of.

After Chai Jinchun left, Tang Yi had ordered Xiang Jie to notify the intelligence officers stationed at headquarters to assist in the investigation. The sycophantic squad leader naturally obeyed and left; Tang Yi himself could no longer hold out and returned to the rest room—he was utterly exhausted from the intense battle and the taut nerves of the entire night.