Chapter 259: I Am Me, a Different Kind of Spark

Tick-tock—

A viscous sound of liquid dripping reached his ears.

Wu Wang looked around.

He was startled to find the maze before him, its walls towering like mountains, slowly shifting.

That's right! The maze walls did not seem fixed; they were changing direction as if alive.

As it moved, thick, deep-red liquid constantly seeped from the ground.

A strong smell of blood hung in the air, nauseating.

The yellow-haired man snorted, made a gesture, and the youth called "Xinzi" stretched his limbs and struck with a punch.

Alice held Liu Sanguan and sat by the shore; she supported Liu Sanguan's head with one hand and stroked his eyebrows and eyes with the other, her face showing curiosity. Her golden hair, dampened by water, clung to her body, and a trace of rust-colored liquid slid down her delicate face.

Yet unable to state its reason, it could not find a decent excuse to refuse, so it followed the martial-arts nun girl and plunged headlong into the wild area above the river channel.

Yi Lian looked at Luo Han, then at Alice, her mouth wide open—so wide this time it could swallow a goose egg. Liu Sanguan feared Yi Lian's jaw might dislocate and, out of kindness, reached up to lift it.

The crowd cheered, the atmosphere reaching its peak. They danced and shouted with excitement.

"Zhang Wei, let me do it; after all, Uncle Zhang is your master," Bai Wanru said, stepping forward and deliberately blocking Zhang Wei's path.

Liu Sanguan glanced at the thing in his hand: a string of Buddhist beads, twenty-one in total. Each was crimson like a red bean and translucent like amber. Held in his palm, it felt slightly cool.

The two had intended to avoid him and did not wish to entangle with Zhao Hai, but Zhao Hai stepped forward and greeted them.

After presenting the Shennong bee honey to the Steward He, the bamboo sword, as if endowed with intelligence, fluttered back amidst astonished gazes and, with a clang, pierced into the scabbard at Duan Ran's waist.

Life had been bitter these past days; she hadn't seen any meat in a long while, and she also loved lamb skewers. This was the first time she had eaten lamb skewers since arriving in this timeline.

And there was only one condition: if you had attained the Immortal Realm within the last hundred years, regardless of foundation or origin, even if you were a demon cultivator despised by all or a great demon with sins overwhelming the heavens, you could participate in this Yaochi martial contest to vie for the title of the number one under the Golden Immortal in the Three Realms.

Suddenly, a roar erupted from deep within Yiluo Na's throat; those "Absolute Spirit" entities, as if provoked, lunged wildly toward "Tai Chu," like frenzied beasts.

Jian You's face was pale at this moment; his spiritual energy was useless throughout his body because his injuries were too severe. Meanwhile, Yun Xu looked at the sword in his hand; the blood had actually been sucked away by the sword.

A person wearing a hat and a long robe, holding a suitcase, hurriedly alighted from a rickshaw and was about to enter the café.

"It seems this old man cannot stay idle; my feet have barely touched the ground, and work is already in hand," Academician Gan said with a smile.

"Hahaha, by the way, arrange for someone to search carefully again to see if we can find the old newspaper that Zu Guangping had seen earlier at Yipin Lou," Tang Yi instructed Fang Hu with a laugh.

In an instant, faint streaks of dark-red light flowed across the cyan-colored platform; as time passed, they nearly covered the entire Zhou Yan Platform. A scorching power, like a catalyst, doubled the effect of Zhou Jiu Hui forging the weapon embryo.

Yet our Su family, having refined medicines for the Three Clans, abandoned all other matters, disturbed the disciples' freedom to cultivate in seclusion, and, on top of that, daily pill refining further delayed the disciples' progress in their realms.

Gao Jianfei, who had remained at the Void Immortal Realm for so long, had now, under the guidance of the Heavenly Spirit Emperor, learned how to disperse immortal energy into the bloodlines of his limbs and bones; but as for the ability to evolve and explode, it was far too early to speak of that.

After Chai Jinchun left, Tang Yi had asked Xiang Jie to notify the personnel of the Intelligence Section remaining at the office to assist in the investigation; the lackey captain naturally accepted the order and departed. Tang Yi himself, utterly unable to endure, returned to the rest room to lie down; an entire night of fierce combat combined with tense nerves had left Tang Yi completely exhausted.