Chapter 111: 108 Step onto the Stage

Came by taxi, leave by subway.

Yu Xing walked quickly, only realizing once he entered the station: why was he taking the subway?

He turned to look at the two junior disciples following closely behind and asked with a smile, “Why didn’t you remind me to take a taxi?”

Zhong Zhiling replied, “I didn’t get any money—I thought we couldn’t take a taxi.”

Yu Xing laughed bitterly and asked again, “I was thinking all the way—why didn’t you say anything?”

This time it was Lu Haiying

Of course, real power then rests in the Emperor’s hands, since he is the final arbiter.

“Hmph,” Ji Qiu sneered and walked to the entrance of the Burnt Heaven Qi Refining Tower; Su Qian and several Elders hurried after him, and at this moment, Hu Gan had already arrived.

And if he were willing to enter the Martial Path, his talent would not be much inferior to those legendary Martial Path geniuses famed across the heavens.

The Tsar can guarantee this—he respects the borders stipulated by the Treaty of Nerchinsk; even if he defeats the Ming and helps Xianfeng return to the Forbidden City, Russian troops will withdraw back beyond the borders defined by the Treaty of Nerchinsk.

Xu Yanchen met his master’s parents for the first time; initially he was stiff and reserved, but Fang’s father and mother were both warm-hearted, constantly looking after Xu Yanchen, and soon he grew more comfortable and began talking more.

The five reached an agreement and waited quietly for Yang Mo to return; since most of the vomit was on Yang Mo, after he left, they opened the windows to air out the room, and the smell faded slightly—it wasn’t unbearable.

Moreover, Mo Bai was here to gain experience; one million RMB may be little, but it might still be enough to produce a TV drama.

The commander listened, thought for a moment, then led his men out; before leaving, he bowed slightly toward Chen Zian.

The Heavenly Gang Transformations are a divine art forged from the ancient mysteries of the thirty-six Heavenly Gang Divine Beasts. Once mastered, one can transform at will into any of these thirty-six bloodline types of Heavenly Gang Divine Beasts and gain all their divine abilities.

Zhang Chen found the vote count strange, but Fang Yiheng explained: this lopsided situation had been entirely engineered by Chen Fengying.

When Zhang Chen arrived at the teahouse, Fang Yiheng was already there; but today he didn’t brew tea himself—he had a server do it, suggesting his mood was terrible, even the refined pleasure of tea ceremony gone.

By sunset, the group had finished laying the foundation of the wall; originally planned to be three meters high, it had only reached about one meter—but this was already the limit of the three Earth-element cultivators for the day; continuing into the night would risk attracting many nocturnal zombies drawn by the scent of their flesh.

“Just make them follow procedure? Fine, I’ll call you back later.” With that, Zhang Qiubo hung up.

Cold, piercing eyes swept across the multitude of Ultramen before him; the Ampera alien raised his black left hand, fingers slightly spread, and a surging wave of darkness erupted violently from his palm.

Lin Qingquan frowned in silence, on par with the Witch Ghost—so it would indeed be difficult for her to quietly claim the Passage Tower without notice.

These people had not never seen spaceships; in fact, some of them had taken their first spaceship ride over twenty years ago—that was when they first boarded a ship from Earth and arrived at Haoyu No. 1 Planet.

With Ma Yun came another middle-aged man, short in stature but powerfully built; he looked like Ma Yun’s bodyguard.

“Simple—I’ll create nine illusory clones for you, while you hide yourself inside his spatial fissure. When he attacks the clones, you and I, along with the Old Daoist of Covering Sun, will strike him together!” said the Demon Sovereign.

“Me? What me? As the representative of the Southern Sect’s Immortal Fish Ritual, I’ve been watching every move you make!” Liu Ruyan scoffed, rolling her eyes.