Chapter 234: Elder, Please Stay

Qingge was utterly flustered, and the only thing she was glad about was that the place she lived was remote and desolate, rarely visited by immortals or gods—truly, if she ran around like this all the way to Tiangong… She immediately grew furious, without mercy slapping away his wandering hands, then turned and walked back.

For some reason, Edward gained the trust of the gray dwarves living in seclusion within the Black Forest, and they were willing to trade with him.

“Wait here,” Ba’er smiled faintly, sitting cross-legged on the grass and pulling out food to eat. With the Void Drifter helping scout, he was far more at ease.

Shen Yanlu passed by and stuck some talismans on a few people, then directly chased after the master of the Worship-Moon Sect.

Yanfei’s words made Yanagawa Ichiro confused; he merely felt she was unlike those Western wizards.

Although over ten million monsters gathered on the Dusk Wasteland, the number of advanced monsters was likely fewer than a million.

The Bu Clan excelled in probing fate and were a people who believed in destiny—yet now, they refused to accept their destined end, choosing to defy fate itself.

Sophia swung her staff, and a purple beam shot out instantly, striking the chest of the bluish-black monster nearby. Boom—the purple energy wave flashed, but the monster showed no damage.

Master Roland sat in meditation, lost in thought; Viscount Carter’s face was pale; Count Casel stood staring at the eastern district; Buscots worked frantically, constantly adjusting the arena’s magic arrays.

The drama unfolding in the hall didn’t draw much attention from them; they viewed it all with the nostalgic sentiment of a student graduation dinner, and Sun Jichao’s playing was merely fodder for their bets.

True as that was, before Dong Tingtian stormed off, he left no funding for the appointment—where would he get the money to arrange Zhao Jiaxian’s travel and lodging?

Indeed, the best solution for the appointment’s current situation was, as Yang Nan said, to do nothing and wait patiently for one’s own body to awaken in the hospital.

At over fifty, his aura of authority had faded, leaving only vulgar traits and greedy desires; Zhang Zhiyuan wanted to see how he’d bring up the commission.

Each region had its own customs and rules; countless nobles dined at Tx’s Restaurant in NB City—what was Dong Tingtian’s name here, compared to ginger or garlic?

“Lord Bai, take a look at what I’m holding,” said Chu Rui’an, pulling a string of Buddhist prayer beads from his sleeve.

On the street, a vast column of soldiers escorted several key members of the Wang family, blocking the way. Ling Xing’s carriage halted.

“Die, Devourer!” Billy’s left hand turned liquid, swallowing the wild boar whole.

His gaze swept coldly over the half-dead Manager Hua and Mrs. Hua, whose teeth chattered as she was dragged along, then he reached out to press the elevator button—only to find the elevator had opened on its own.

As long as they claimed they slipped away safely from the mansion, the rest would be largely risk-free.

Xia Xixi idly opened the comments and found the video had been posted by a famous Weibo fan account; the comments split roughly into three categories.

Amidst the multicolored aura of the Void, white spirit orbs collided, two merging into one, three or four into one, eventually forming massive spirit orbs that drifted slowly past Hua Yu and the others.

Thus, against trialists whose bodies had already been infused with spiritual energy, no matter how advanced their technology, they could never form true resistance.

When she ran out of the noble district, face flushed and breathless, she happened upon the same car again—only this time, it was returning.

What surprised him even more was that only five minutes later, General Angdan ordered him to fully assist the Hawk’s operation: use the Hawk’s special forces as bait to encircle and trap the enemy’s main force, executing the “Center Blossom” plan.

Though still distant from a Mystic Weapon, Jiang Jinwu had twice reforged the Golden Phoenix Blade with rare materials over the years, bringing its power close to that of a Mystic Weapon.

“Hey, boss, if Kobe’s still that strong, why retire?” Lin Sen had watched the entire game against the Jazz—he couldn’t believe such an unstoppable guy had taken three massive blocks from him that day.

Heiye’s eyes sharpened; his right hand unleashed full power, flipping the severed scissors midair until the blade pointed at the old woman.

The human body contains seventy-two major internal and external meridians; if all were fully unblocked, the true qi throughout the body would link together, allowing movements to flow effortlessly, continuous and unbroken.

Zhang Rang’s previous sword strike was indeed powerful, but the truly formidable technique was that single-finger strike that shattered the Netherworld—the orange one-star martial art.

In truth, Ye Xiu was deeply pleased to receive the banner from the uncle—not just when he received it, but every time a patient sent one, his heart swelled with joy.

“Don’t worry, Auntie will get better,” Jiang Huairen comforted. They talked for a long time; as night fell, Li Ai returned to the ward. Jiang Huairen first went to the director’s office, explained Li Qingyue’s case, then left immediately.