Chapter 66

The Celestial Vessel, the mothership for the Outer Universe expeditions by the Celestials, remained concealed in this place, endlessly undergoing self-maintenance and upgrades under VEDA’s control.

Swift as moonlight, the fickle observer returned to the man atop the skyscraper. As he spoke, he leapt down, landing in a half-crouch, his hand already on his sword hilt, eyes radiating proud solitude.

In that brief moment of distraction, Mu Qingcheng’s body shifted slightly, and the beauty opened her eyes.

“So, it has finally begun,” Averil looked to the right side of the group. His plan was set in motion: to lure out the giants hidden among humanity.

Just as Yuki’s long spear was about to skewer the giant wolf, the beast suddenly leapt backward, narrowly avoiding the spear’s tip.

“Boss!” The merchant’s guards had clearly not expected to encounter someone as volatile as Mach. They gathered around but dared not act rashly.

He neither sighed nor cast hostile glances, simply rose and departed without a word.

The common folk, famished all day, were driven mad by the aroma, rushing forth like zombies unleashed, all crazed and scrambling to this spot.

Indeed, speculation remains mere conjecture. Until proof is secured, no actions can be taken based on it.

She had just slapped more than a hundred times, both arms trembling and barely able to hold up.

What on earth had happened? Why would Father act this way? Had some momentous upheaval occurred in the capital?

She had always warned that Zhou Xuan was trouble! Now, instead of clearing her name, she’d exposed a scandal.

One group, naturally, was Tang Mo and the Tang Clan. Another, silently emerged from the Demon Palace: Dongze. The last was Xue San.

In the following two months, Hu Yidao did all a master should—occasionally training Fang Xiao, pointing out his shortcomings, and using the rest of the time to teach him the moves and counter-techniques of martial arts from across the world.

He barely uttered a word before turning, about to set down his food, when he heard the door close. Turning back, Jiang Kexin was nowhere to be seen at the entrance.

At these words, everyone nodded. Ji En was right; it was not the time for risky ventures.

He swept a meaningful glance at those behind Gu Nianhuan, humming softly.

“Alright, young master, please wait a moment!” The butler, though puzzled at the late-night request for Miss Fang, still answered respectfully.

“You could say I’m a valiant young man, or just a meddler with nothing better to do,” I said, pulling the tissue from my nose, tossing it to the floor, and taking a deep breath before speaking to the child before me.

Upon reaching the center, he saw two massive holes on either side, several yards tall—uncertain whether dug by martial artists or by wild beasts themselves.

He understood the principle of harvesting chives in stages, careful not to cut too deep and damage the roots, lest new shoots fail to grow.

Moreover, Zhan Bu could not take the stone box to the Wang family and ask them to open it; that would make him seem incompetent. With a light chuckle, he marveled that the Zhou family of Qubei had devised such a challenge for him.

Zhan Bu nodded, understanding that the surname Ye likely came from his time as a Ye slave, which led him to name himself Ye Fei.

Yu Xuanji used two methods from the arcane arts to verify the results, which proved entirely accurate, astonishing him.

After Zhan Bu spoke, Yu Xuanji immediately closed his eyes and began calculating. Shortly after, his eyes widened in shock—the methods he used were not Zhan Bu’s theories, but the Nine Stars and Nine Gods techniques from the arcane arts.

Seeing his opponent unaffected by his kingly aura, Elder He showed a hint of emotion.

Wu Di had long since lost count of how many times he’d had guns pointed at him, but the one struck was never him.

Lin Yu walked slowly, eyes locked on Ding Siqi. He saw the pride in her gaze, which made his own eyes shine with admiration.

He worried that, so late at night, he might disturb Xia Cheng’s rest. She was already angry; if she didn’t rest well, her temper would worsen.

She had always obeyed Qin Fei without question. Upon hearing his words, she tightly closed her eyes.

Zhao Zhigang and Meng Yuting’s clothes were disheveled—especially Zhao Zhigang, who was wrapped in a bath towel, with no telling what he wore underneath.

In the empty hospital room, Cheng Zhiwei knelt by the window, listening to the gentle, unending patter of rain.

Xia Cheng bowed her head, searching the floor, and finally found, beneath the table, the pendant that had slipped from her phone when she’d applied medicine to him.

Cheng Zhiwei lay atop her pillow, fingers limp, unable to lift them, her muddled mind moving slowly. Her moist, confused eyes suddenly widened.

This year, in the national team competition, the Imperial Beast Academy of Huaguo confidently assembled a squad named the Galactic Battleship, aiming straight for the championship.