Chapter 136: Request a Leave

Request a leave

Every time a piece of music played, Chu Yuyun’s heart contracted—a fear of seeing Mandarola’s figure, of meeting his hateful gaze, of facing the brutal scene of a murderer.

Professor Wang removed his mask and wiped away the sweat on his face; he had never seen a patient with such strong willpower.

Feiyang Zhenjun had just sunk into his spiritual sense when he heard Mu Yan Zhenjun rattling off a stream of words, his tone filled with rare urgency and excitement.

No torches or flammable objects in hand, no strange liquid spewed from his mouth—he looked like a magician, yet he possessed real skill.

The crowd suppressed their inner restlessness and waited quietly for the auction to begin. This auction, featuring numerous cultivation techniques, combat skills, and spells, would surely be a fierce battle—but the battleground would be wealth.

Liu Mo’s parents hurriedly welcomed the eunuch inside. The eunuch, with a shrill voice, delivered Empress Hui’s decree: Liu Mo’s mother must pack quickly and accompany him to the palace to meet the Empress.

All three major directions were progressing smoothly, with nothing demanding attention in the short term; Zhang Dongming’s life grew easy and leisurely—daily commutes to and from work, quiet, warm sweetness with Teacher Tang.

The herbs had been brought back; there was no avoiding it, but this girl kept procrastinating, refusing to drink them.

Chu Yi’s fear was something Yun Mo understood well—Chu Yi was terrified of snakes, yet when those snakes crawled over her, her limbs were frozen in place.

Among Meng Hanqiu’s group, only Wang Zhenye remained; everyone else was finished. Those left in the canteen were ordinary miners, trapped underground for only a few days, still with food and drink—credible.

“To the restroom? Why go to the restroom?” Mi Ya blinked her big eyes, curious—but somehow, it felt like she was seducing you.

Liu Mo had been listening quietly all along; Hua Yue Man didn’t know how much he’d absorbed, yet she dared not slack off, wishing she could repeat every word a thousand times.

How long has the Plague Demon left the Divine Realm? How could his poison still linger there? But if not the demonic plague, how else to explain what’s happening before us?

Gu Qingchang glanced at the man beside her, then walked into the nearby bathroom. Soon after, she emerged carrying a basin of warm water and began wiping the man’s body on the bed.

The divine beast Zhui Feng immediately roared, and as its blue flame erupted, it dyed the thick fog around them a deep azure.

Like certain world-famous clubs, money alone won’t get you in—you need status, family background, and clan connections. Deng Fei is a star from humble origins, who climbed step by step to where he is today.

“Wait for me over there! I’ll handle this one—afterward, you can do whatever you want to Wudang!” Zhang Fan said with a smile to the Five Sages.

Zhang Fan gave the man a sidelong glance, envious—he looked no older than thirty, yet astonishingly, he was a Divine Emperor at the early stage of cultivation. Such a young Divine Emperor was already formidable across the entire cultivation world.

Tao Jingtao didn’t understand medicine, but comparing these test results, he could tell today’s results were significantly better than the morning’s—how was that possible? It must be a mistake.

So the initial leg of this journey went smoothly—at least through the urban area.

Miao Ying thought about it and agreed—it made sense. She mused that she’d ask her family to make more next time, so she could bring some along; when she couldn’t afford meat, she’d chop a bit and add it to her rice.

Because the Loucheng World was complex, and Loucheng itself was inextricably linked to plunder and occupation, Tang Zhen didn’t want the original world’s residents exposed to too much related knowledge.

Since evening, Lei Ying had heard nothing but bad news: the Ninja Alliance suffered heavy casualties, then the Jinchuriki escaped, and now came word that White Zetsu had disguised themselves as ninjas to assassinate Alliance members. Not just Naruto—even Lei Ying now longed to rush into battle and vent his frustration.

Accompanying the sound of gunfire was a continuous clatter of metal collisions and the clatter and clatter of falling objects.

Was there a pistol in Liu Ziheng’s arms? Or some other threatening weapon? Zhao Lei had no time to ponder it—he knew only that he had to act.

Jiang Shima’s face lit up upon seeing Xu Yanting arrive. She invited her in to sit. Xu Yanting stepped inside, saw so many people gathered, realized she’d come at the wrong time, wished them a happy New Year, and prepared to leave.

What a ironic ending—must one sacrifice everything to save all of humanity? What of the descendant of Jin Yun Clan? What of the ancient mystery? Even if everyone became greedy, so what?

His words seemed to care for Zeng Yifan, but in truth, he was using retreat as advance—leaving Zeng Yifan no choice but to agree.

For example, everyone understands the principle of unity with Heaven and Earth—even those untrained in martial arts can spout a few phrases.

Feng Xu stared in disbelief: the CEO never takes photos of anyone—he just took a picture of the young madam.