Volume One, Chapter 67: The Retired Emperor Discovers the Secret

Once again, he was bewildered—these words had nothing to do with the conversation before. Clearly, someone was about to get married. This was not something an ordinary person could figure out.

Lei Zhan said nothing, but inwardly he pondered that regenerative technology from HR, wondering whether it could also restore certain human organs.

With just a single sword strike, the outcome was decided. The swordsman in the blue robe was already incapacitated, and as a vast, dark brown halo spread across his vision, despair crept onto his face.

“Thank you, Brother Smoke,” Lin Fan responded, his expression shifting slightly at the words, but then he offered a grateful smile toward the faintly smoky figure. Without hesitation, he led the group in a furious charge toward Sunset Valley.

Among them, Ze was the one who understood Momo best. Seeing her break into a bright smile, he knew her anger had passed. Even if she still harbored some discontent, she would give him a chance to explain before passing judgment. Casually, he moved closer to Momo’s side, his face softening into a gentle smile as he reached for their son.

Now, with the aberrant force of Heavenly Fiend no longer suppressed by sword energy, it surged into the eight main meridians. Tian Sheng hurried to mobilize his quintessence energy to counter the mutated Heavenly Fiend power.

Ye Shao touched his nose, thinking that from the way this person spoke, it seemed he knew quite a bit about him. Moreover, his sole objective appeared to be defeating him.

As the python chatted away, it suddenly slithered out from the dean’s chest—yet did not leave his body. Instead, it coiled itself tightly around him.

Little did he know that his son not only knew Bai Ye but was also acquainted with the world’s three most notorious terrorists, and had even worked behind the scenes to clear every obstacle in their transactions.

“So, you’re the eldest and second senior brothers? Who is your master, then?” Han Xue asked curiously.

Opposite him was a gray-toned office, the air tinged with the scent of wood. Qi Yanzheng was engrossed in his work. With his gold-rimmed glasses on, his demeanor turned cold and remote.

His heart seemed ready to burst, and in an instant, her once rosy, lovely face turned as pale as paper, drained of all color.

At that moment, Monk Gongji suddenly transformed into the image of a wealthy gentleman, impeccably dressed, sporting a top hat and a round, protruding belly.

The middle-aged man speaking was none other than Cheng Jing’s biological father—Cheng Yuanqing. It had to be said, he had aged well; his features were strong and handsome, still retaining the youthful vigor of his earlier years.

Neighbors, watching the scene unfold, hesitated for a long time, not daring to step in to help, afraid of offending the Lin family and bringing trouble upon themselves.

On the street, Qiu Song watched the minutes tick by with growing anxiety. If he didn’t arrive at the scene by ten o’clock, he’d be in serious trouble.

Mu Chun still went to inform Ye Ningxi—after all, it was someone from the front yard delivering something, and it wouldn’t do to offend them.

People who know everything like her are the least worrisome—as an eyewitness, she knew exactly who could protect her and who could end her life in a blink, so there was no need to question her credibility.

“If you get more, remember to sell me some. I have to go—the medical hall is busy. If I don’t get back soon, my two apprentices will probably curse me behind my back.” Doctor Yang let out a satisfied belch and strode out contentedly.

Shen Cangzhu praised her excellence, but it wasn’t true excellence—only the benefit of crossing over.

No sooner had these words left his lips than chaos erupted again: Number Seventy-Seven and Java Yi had started fighting, and the director promptly cut the camera to Number Seventy-Seven.

The star dust swirling around the wand crystal represented spells. Each time a spell was synthesized, another speck of stardust appeared; each time a spell was cast, a speck disappeared.

Compared to those heading home, who had nothing to hold them back, these young men aspired to what many youths sought—to become mercenaries and earn a living. The northern lands of Rhodok never lacked for people.

Chu Yue turned back and, as expected, saw several people approaching. Zhu Xiaozhi even made a triumphant gesture toward her.

Weier’s heart tightened; with a flicker, two spears appeared in his hands. Beneath his clothes, a flash—body-hugging wooden armor materialized. He was on guard.

Suddenly, the pearl exploded, unleashing endless frost that instantly blanketed dozens of miles. A bone-chilling cold invaded the nine demon kings, making their bodies freeze on the spot.

To be honest, he didn’t hate Number Seventy-Seven at all; on the contrary, he’d come to like him a little. It was precisely because of reckless people like Number Seventy-Seven that experts like him had the chance to take action.

“To be frank, fellow cultivator, this city was originally a great stronghold built by the demon clan in the Western Sea tens of thousands of years ago. For reasons unknown, it was abandoned, slumbering in the depths of the Western Sea for millennia, until I discovered it and brought it back to the light,” the Sea-Falling Demon King patiently explained.

Leaving Island gaped as Enterprise took no notice of her at all, instead helping herself to the supplies. A look of indignation appeared on her face, but she didn’t know what to say. Feeling utterly ignored, a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

The other ship girls also fixed their gazes on Feiyu, as if all were waiting for her reply.

While everyone else’s attention was on Wu Ming, Gongsun Hao, up ahead, turned his narrow eyes toward the energy barrier below instead.