Chapter 26

Qin Ming kept talking, regretting only that his eloquence was so poor he couldn't just keep rambling to pad things out further.

Grand Tutor Shen, of the moderate faction, stepped forward. If they really let this man keep causing such a ruckus, there was no telling what kind of trouble he might stir up.

To ensure these people would not return to cause more trouble in the future, the members of the special department dared not let their guard down for even a moment.

Zhuo Ling’s voice was not loud, but in the dead of night, Nan Xi, standing outside, heard every word clearly. She opened the door and entered, carrying a steaming cup of coffee. As the door opened, the rich aroma of coffee instantly filled the office, causing Zhuo Ling to look up abruptly.

"Those are just essentially useless items; even top-grade pulse crystals are considered expensive," Ling Yu said, shaking his head.

His expression softened. He walked over, sat on the edge of her bed, and felt a sudden impulse to reach out and touch her cheek.

He relied on his inner energy to drive the dantian rings to maintain his stamina. Therefore, the moment Fourth Master Jin spoke, everyone shifted their attention from the golden coffin to me.

The surface was also gleaming with golden light, as if plated in gold. Moreover, there seemed to be a golden mirror at the bottom of the coffin, for when I looked down, I could actually see my own reflection.

"So it is the Great Elder Xibei who has graced us with his presence. Please forgive my lack of a proper welcome," a merman swimming over with a flick of his tail said from afar. But judging by Xibei's reaction, this person was clearly no simple figure.

At this moment, the Nine Nether Underworld Dragon in the soul sea was restless, poking its head out and letting out roars toward the mist-shrouded valley.

As Tang Zhan listened, a white light suddenly erupted from his body—the exact same white light as when he entered Dragon City.

That person, jealous of her beauty, had actually wanted to peel off her face in a twisted fit of madness. Fortunately, Faya had broken through to the second stage of the soul realm; otherwise, she might already be dead.

An old man, nearly sixty, sat alone in a pavilion, gazing at the star-studded sky outside with brows tightly furrowed.

After all, what good is a flashy sword technique if it can't hit anyone? What’s the point if you just get kicked flying by someone else?

"I don't want to see it! I just don't like it!" For some reason, the moment his mother mentioned arranging a marriage for him, a defiant, beautiful face flashed through Duan Yingyu’s mind. He quickly shook his head to dispel this "terrible" hallucination.

He was already in deep debt, unable to pay back what he owed, yet he still had to spend money on water and food to keep him alive! Earth-grown water and food were extremely expensive, you know!

"That old ghost Tan Defeng is a rigid fool; he would never dare offend the ancestors by bringing people into the ancestral tomb!" Liu Bingkun added.

In a short while, nearly twenty-five people flew out slowly and landed beside Bai Tiandao, and Yun Qingfeng was naturally among them.

The boy seemed to find endless courage; he nodded firmly at Mingzhu, then, dragging the long, trailing sleeves of his cloak, he gracefully stepped into the curtained canopy.

However, if the Fourth Prince were willing to hand over military power to him, then perhaps he might let Concubine Zhuo live a little longer.

He was placed upon a pedestal; every nation on Earth sought to cooperate with him, actively helping him promote the Extreme Martial Arts Gym. In truth, Hong himself could indeed be considered a truly god-like existence. The credit for humanity's survival until now was something that could absolutely not be overlooked.

Unexpectedly, looking back, Qi Nan was still a bundle of gloom and desire, looking at no one and staring blankly at the white wall.

"Oh, I was just saying it casually! Just shouting for the sake of it, I don't actually want to lose weight. Can't I shout about losing weight even if I can't? Rong Fanxi, just pretend you didn't hear anything, okay?" Xing Ruimeng held Rong Fanxi’s arm, acting spoiled.

These were the trendiest fabrics, and the patterns were her favorite. Xia Ruan looked down at the clothes in her hands, lost in thought; she naturally understood her mother’s intentions.

He ran his fingers over the bones, releasing his spiritual sense, letting his soul essence permeate them. He could clearly discern the attributes and the quality of the bone texture from the specimens on the table.

The boy didn't look old—perhaps only a few years older than her—yet he was so formidable at chess. She had lived two lifetimes, and yet if she were the slightest bit careless, she would lose to him. Xia Ruan bit her lip; it seemed this person was a formidable opponent.

"Don't go off on such a tangent..." Zhuo Zhongjiu felt a surge of annoyance and interrupted with a stern face. When he let Zhao Junyong and the others go, he certainly didn't mean to bring disaster upon others. And if the evolution traced by Zhang Song was correct, the infighting among the Red Turbans in Bianliang would be something he had brought about himself.

"This is the reason why the Primordial Universe wants to kill the three of them," Luo Feng suddenly realized.

Generally speaking, a soul altar is extremely difficult to target and destroy quickly, unless one uses Primordial-level divine weapons or the most evil and terrifying profound energy.

It was this concept of completely mismatched time scales that allowed Freddy to eventually wear down even slightly stronger enemies through his own nearly unsolvable abilities.

But tonight, sixty people had been locked in at once; this dilapidated prison simply wasn't big enough. Fortunately, the enemies to be detained were all unconscious, so they could just be tossed inside.

On the advice of the two, Wu Hao changed his original plan, deciding to buy some new furniture to decorate the hall, change his live-streaming to filming food videos, and lower the difficulty.

The system gave him half a year this time. Wu Hao felt the time was too short; building a cloud platform was no easy task—venues, talent, capital, and policy support all needed to be addressed. At a normal pace, a year would have been more reasonable.