Volume 1 Chapter 59: Rotten Flesh Hell 16

At eighteen, one always mistakes a simple fondness for true love, failing entirely to comprehend what love actually is.

"Let's go then, I happen to be hungry too. Still, I think it would be best to call Assistant Tian first, just in case he has other arrangements," Xiang Wan said.

"We can talk about it when we have time. I'm a bit busy right now, I'll call you later!" With that, before Qiao Yu could say another word, the call was abruptly disconnected.

After grasping the basic parameters of the training space, Zhu Qingyang gritted his teeth and invested two thousand training points into it.

With news of this magnitude, even if the company employees remained silent, plenty of others would not hesitate to phone the Fu couple.

Gu Ci had merely instructed him to take good care of her before leaving, yet when the Deadpool beheld Chu Nian in such a state—

At that moment, Qiao Yu pushed open G's door, the moonlight casting faint outlines of the room's interior. True to expectation, the space was cluttered with G's belongings. As Qiao Yu traced a hand over each item, memories of that decisive and resolute man involuntarily welled up within her. Alas, why must fate treat him so cruelly?

Others whispered of how shifting the capital drained the imperial treasury and exhausted the people, requiring the conscription of countless subjects. Families were torn apart, husbands separated from wives, and flesh from bone. To erect a brand-new imperial city, how many lives would be sacrificed?

"You may not realize it, but once the Human Guardian Token is decreed, during its activation, anyone and anything that dares to obstruct the safety of the human race shall be afflicted by a mysterious curse!"

Bai Chen appeared quite furious, yet this was, after all, a school, and he was a gentleman; to resort to physical violence would look utterly unseemly.

The energy contained within it was countless times greater than that of a nuclear bomb. The shockwave of a nuclear bomb merely shattered surface structures, but whatever those shattered fragments became—whether pebble or dust—they continued to exist, persisting in this world in a different form.

Finishing her sentence, she smiled until her eyes crinkled into crescents, looking innocent and adorable. Yue Lan nodded and popped a piece of beef into her mouth, though her thoughts had already drifted far away.

"Very well, will the representatives of Lingyue Academy please step forward," the Grand Elder of Hongyue Academy said, casting a faint glance at Li Jiaojiao before addressing the assembly.

Just as an aura of despair enveloped Zhen Qingchun and the others, a fierce gust of wind swept past, and hot blood splattered across Zhen Qingchun's skin. Following close behind came the sickening, horrifying sound of visceral organs hitting the ground.

Xiang Xizhi longed to pounce forward and perish together with An Honghan. Her actual action, however, was to gently tug at An Honghan's sleeve and nod in agreement.

Even the most formidable high priests, Han Guang and Han Yuan, were incapable of chanting the Requiem. This precisely explained why Xiao Lingwu had dispatched two high priests with the expedition; the beasts of Jiangnan were guided by malevolent spirits, and only the Requiem could soothe and disperse them.

As if spanning countless layers of space, a colossal tomb manifested directly in the void, radiating boundless might. The surrounding space continuously warped, twisting into a massive, tightly bound knot that locked fast upon itself.

In a distant corner of China, an unimaginable silver radiance streaked across the sky, leaving a breathtaking trail. No one could discern what the phenomenon actually was, nor could anyone catch when that silver light first appeared, as though it were the ultimate limit of speed, slicing the heaven and earth in two.

"What manner of illness has afflicted His Majesty?" Situ Liufeng frowned. "And since when?" He was currently the most preeminent physician in the Imperial Hospital, without a single peer. Although he rarely attended morning court or even worked regular hours, why had no one bothered to inform him of this?

Yue Lan was somewhat speechless, but a smile soon broke across her face. After exchanging a few more moves with Zhuang Tingnan, Zhuang Tingnan instructed her to have the housekeeper prepare a meal whenever she felt hungry, advising her to take soothing baths over the next few days to ease her fatigue and retire early.

As the words faded, a table suddenly materialized before Fang Tianmu, laden with fine wine and meat. Though he stood within the Fawn Pavilion, the building was entirely empty, save for him alone.

One could see a white, sphere-like entity crowned with glistening hair, beneath which floated a gauzy dress like a phantom. Both the garments and the hair dripped with unsightly mucus, though the slime failed to impede its movement.

"Rest assured, Master, I will cultivate diligently. Once I reach a higher level of mastery, what kind of standing will I have when I return to the Bao family?" Bao Rui inquired.

Reluctantly dragged by Li Baojiao into the master bedroom with its attached balcony, Guan Feihe immediately removed her sleep mask the moment the door clicked shut, activating her clairvoyant vision.

Zeter and Tieller exchanged gazes, racking their brains to decipher the implication of Tieller's words. Tieller would never utter such cryptic statements without purpose; he must be attempting to convey a message under the watchful surveillance of their fellow disciple.

Around nine-forty, the three of them, accompanied by two other young men, finally entered the venue and stepped before the camera.

One of the evil spirit's hands tapped rhythmically against the stone wall. Muzichen wondered inwardly: could it be that this evil spirit was urging him to use his energy to awaken this Daoist technique?

With a sharp crack, a bullet hole appeared right at the mercenary's temple, his eyes bulging wide with an expression of utter disbelief frozen upon his face. He had clearly been concealed behind the shelter of a thick tree—how on earth had the enemy's bullet managed to strike him?

Yet up to this point, Yun Chen showed no intention of restoring the spirit stone to its original form, driving Old Yang to distraction. Torn between curiosity regarding Yun Chen's method and anguish over the loss of his precious spirit stone, he continually pestered Yun Chen to reveal the secret.

The celestial being pointed toward the heavens, sensing a turbulent surge of power pulsating beyond the boundaries of this planet. Xuan Yun rose and soared into the sky, and the rest of them followed in pursuit of that surging energy.

The fourth layer proved even more troublesome, guarded as it was by a giant dragon tens of zhang in length. Having learned their lesson from the toad, none dared to take reckless chances. Following a thorough analysis among the group, everyone concluded that deploying the Five-Dragon Formation was the wisest course of action.