Chapter 73

72. The Levels of Common Deities (Requesting First Subscription!)

Lin Muting sat in the driver's seat, watched Jin Chendong's car sweep off in a cloud of dust, clenched the steering wheel, and his expression turned dark.

Knowing that Gu Xintong felt deeply hurt by the lack of family blessing for their marriage, Jin Chendong took her to visit Jin Chenglin's home to lift her spirits.

The person on her body had already impatiently begun tearing at her clothes. Song Yuan didn't know whether to resist or accept.

Because Feng Junyao had suffered a persistent low fever all night, Song Yuan had stayed up guarding him. After the fever broke, she had no appetite for the meal Yu'er brought.

"Since you're here, make the best of it. Li Yuan is determined to lead his troops to destroy Beidi anyway—once he marches in and fights his way here, you'll see him!" Situ Ye shrugged and said.

The clothes had already been packed the night before; after breakfast, they could board the vehicle and depart.

Why are you butting in on a married couple's affairs? You're just an outsider—aren't you asking to be disliked?

"Mother, what are you doing?" Lan Qi Xuan Yi feigned alarm, but her skirt had already shattered the three golden talismans into scraps of paper.

Chu Shao ignored his words entirely, grabbed his shoulder, and yanked him out of the bamboo grove. The man being dragged kept pleading, "Lighter, lighter—I can walk myself."

The man standing like a spear in the night, upon hearing the word "Military Knife," instantly unleashed his suppressed aura—a torrent like a blade drawn from its sheath, a weapon of slaughter.

Fortunately, thanks to Qianren's sharpness and her excitement over using a spiritual artifact for the first time, Ye Xiang had carved this cave into something luxurious; the outermost main chamber was especially vast, like a grand hall, nestled halfway up the mountainside.

"What, old man, are you scared now?" Meng shouted, his blood-red eyes blazing.

Old Qin's face dropped like a thundercloud, long and sour, so furious he could barely breathe. He'd once thought this sister-in-law gentle and virtuous, but over the past two years, he'd realized she was the most formidable one—her tongue was venomous and cruel, her actions baffling. Yet since she hadn't cursed him, he couldn't fly into a rage.

Although Li Longfei didn't know he and Wang Li were aunt and nephew, because he'd been recommended by Wang Li, his attitude toward Li Longfei was worse than toward the receptionist Tang Feier, even worse than the chubby girl Yang Liu Qing, who constantly loitered around the CEO's assistant office.

"We don't have a specific method to distinguish them. But one thing I'm certain of: every place still teeming with plant life today was once a land steeped in spiritual energy." Ye Xiang thought for a moment and said.

"Alas, this humble Taoist doesn't know what he did to offend this official, only to have his foot stepped on again and again…" Li Longfei said, sneaking a glance at He Lili as he smiled.

Hong Tian's combat power cannot be measured by ordinary standards—he has too many methods, and each one is peak-level power.

"Demacia!" Garen in the screen roared with unyielding courage; his W skill's damage reduction made him even more resilient.

What left Chen Yi and the others dumbfounded was the speaker—a very pale, bald man who had just recited a Buddhist mantra and had been talking for seven or eight minutes straight, more tedious than Tang Sanzang.

"Hello, friends of Haoran!" Zhang Haoran's mother smiled, looking slightly different from before.

To be fair, Li Jianglong's remark hit the nail on the head—Chen Yi truly loved the school's atmosphere; skipping classes every other day was indeed bad, and who knew how long this trip to Changbai Mountain would last?

Turning his head, he saw Zi Yue of the Promotion Hall—now holding a set of blue clothing, with the characters "Kunlun" exquisitely embroidered on the chest.

The Werewolf Clan… wasn't entirely composed of forces at the hundred-thousand level; most of their strength hovered at low-tier two-star—power levels far too easy for these officers.

Based on Su Cheng's current tech points, he could afford to build at most 612 kilometers—what good would such a short length do?

At every critical entrance, Electric Two had modified laser-cutting corridors like those in Resident Evil; if anyone tried to force entry, the smart surveillance system would automatically activate the elimination mode.

Hangzhou No. 4 High School, Hangzhou No. 14 High School… one after another, most schools in Hangzhou had arrived; only one high school remained—Hangzhou Xuejun High School.

"Master…" I felt deeply wronged. I'd been scaring myself all along, even doubting I was going mad—but Master saw through me. My fears weren't baseless panic; they were real.

A marching column advanced toward Changsong Mountain through the bitter cold; at its head stood a man clad in black armor, dignified and imposing.

"Why are you awake again? Didn't you say you were going to sleep?" Lin Yu looked at it with a faint smile.

Xia Mengning spoke, glancing at Xie Shi—her one hand protected Xia Chuansheng, the other cradled his shoulder, truly matching Xia Mengning's metaphor.

The Nascent Soul cultivator seemed to grow happier the more he fought, his power rising layer upon layer; Qing Feng gradually began to falter, and Xuan Tu hurried over to assist.

"You said if I can do it, I'll help—and help all the way. Honestly, in this world, there are few people I'm truly grateful to—you, Instructor Zhou, are one."

"Can we eat these Spirit-Fire Seeds now?" The Spirit-Fire Seeds from Luo Qianbei were meant for Qianshou, but Nainai gave me many more—if they boost our spiritual power this much, there's no need to wait until we leave to let Qianshou study them first.

But here, no one was foolish enough to believe they could obtain this space ring at this price.

Xia Mengning nearly burst out laughing, watching Xia Chuanyuan's pale face, thinking: Now this was going to be good entertainment.

At that moment, Chen Xiaoting couldn't help but miss the days in Guangde, when his subordinates like Zhao Ying were all trustworthy.

Shangguan Tianming hated and feared him—apparently, that sneeze had done some good.

The people who had left were slowly returning, for they had witnessed this scene—it truly stunned them.