Chapter 47 (Silicon Carbide I): Doppelgänger

The world is changing, time is changing, and people too are inevitably changing. Only one thing remains unchanged.

Ye Feng had never heard of the secret about the Nine Yin Constitution. He was still worried that Yang Zi’s rapid rise in cultivation would leave her foundation unstable. Ye Feng could only pray that nothing unexpected would happen now; later, if there was a chance, he hoped to find some divine medicine for Yang Zi to help her rebuild her foundation.

Chunshang’s denial was so firm and decisive that it seemed as if the personality she had previously displayed was merely a facade.

Wang Chao saw the two leave but found nothing amiss. He and Liu He began their preparations.

Ye Feng called the four of them together to examine the star chart on the Flowing Light Flying Boat. It was everyone’s first time encountering such a thing; dazzled by the complexity, they didn’t know where to begin. As usual, the four of them instinctively looked to Chang Yue, who was typically relied upon for ideas at such moments.

Meanwhile, Boxu’s subordinates spread out, sowing rumors among the main group that the Elven City had already been breached by the city lord, and that the latecomers would get nothing for their efforts.

However, the most pressing question was not this, but rather—where exactly was the Palace of the Setting Sun?

“Hey, come to think of it, why don’t I just join your guild?” Misty Cloud sidled up with a mischievous grin at Louis.

The Rookie Angel was clearly dissatisfied with Chu Tianshu’s answer and snorted heavily. Apparently, after chatting with Yan Ning and the others, she had heard a thing or two about herself. Since she was Yan Ning’s close friend, whatever Yan Ning could tell her, she surely already knew.

At this moment, Su Canwu must have been beside himself with regret. If he had known things would turn out like this, he should have stopped Zhuang Yingying from using the napalm bombs.

“What’s wrong? Is my place too dirty for you to sit down?” Wu Da said as he placed the tubs and plates on the table.

Of course, if I don’t use a little trick to keep you here, what if someone else snatches you away? Wouldn’t I be doomed to bachelorhood forever?

When the Three Sages passed by, the Blood Peacock had already vanished, leaving behind only a pool of fresh blood on the ground.

When the servant radiating golden light appeared before everyone, a faint, almost imperceptible sly smile played at the corners of Li Lin’s mouth.

Seeing the sudden display of this skill by the Knight, Chen Yin couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. As expected, death-related professions were powerful, able to use the corpses of creatures to create undead under their control.

Even a strong gust of wind would not ruffle the surface of the marsh, which was coated with mud; an invisible force hung over the Evil Marsh, allowing nothing to pass over it. Even the ghosts of the dead seemed trapped, leaving a chilling aura above.

Looking at the Nero before him, not yet an epic spirit, Li Lin’s faint smile returned. He had planned to leave immediately, but suddenly changed his mind, apparently willing to linger in this timeline a while longer.

So he drove Table’s car straight to that rundown tavern. Such an event was something Wu Yong could never have foreseen.

However, most people cared less about the price of water and more about He Changxiong’s attitude toward Fang Tianfeng. Clearly, he showed some apprehension—perhaps jokingly, but still suggesting that, subconsciously, He Changxiong saw Fang Tianfeng as his superior.

Just as both sides were about to clash, a sudden gale swept up, sand and stones flying, forcing everyone to shut their eyes. Some of the weaker warrior monks were even knocked to the ground by the wind.

She estimated her wound was quite deep; blood was still pouring out in a steady flow. Her health had never been good, and now, having lost so much blood, she had barely any strength left.

In the company’s boardroom, Qin Kexin sat at the head of the table in the role of acting chairwoman, with the Chu father and son on her right and Chu Yun on her left. They were convening for their first meeting since the board’s reorganization—a meeting that would determine the company’s direction and pace for the foreseeable future.

Almost simultaneously, everyone stood up, staring in a daze at the red bird fluttering through the hall.

Though no one knew their intentions, these insectoids had nearly brought us to the brink of destruction. Perhaps they wished for us to become stronger, but mercy was surely not part of their design.

After a moment’s reflection, Chu Yun recounted everything that had happened at the Huan family to Huan Xincheng in detail.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief, feeling fortunate—had the Blood Spirit ambushed them just now, they wouldn’t have been able to withstand it.

This was also the reason the young man joined the competition; with his strength, there was a good chance he’d land in the top three. If he obtained a genetic enhancer, his odds of reaching the Liquid Phase would increase greatly.

Ge Qian saw this and waved his palm-leaf fan, keeping the precious orb from drawing near. With another wave, the orb rose skyward.

Unpredictable are the winds and clouds; from the early hours, Seoul was battered by torrential rain, with no sign of it letting up.

“I didn’t say your wine was poisoned. It’s just that we’re rivals now. In chess, there’s a rule: the two kings cannot meet each other directly. Let’s go our separate ways!” With that, Jiang Ning stood up and left, his heart now filled with vigilance.

White was yang energy, black was yin. For so much yin and yang energy to be visible in the sand and gravel, even as the Extreme Fire Technique scorched it, showed just how abundant their energies were.

“What did he say?” Just thinking of Wang Meng, that deep-seated resentment rose within me. I straightened up and asked.

Fortunately, Jiang Nan possessed profound insight into the Heavenly Dao. In each tribulation, he faced the nine great artifacts of the Heavenly Dao. He had personally studied the Golden Jade Disk for six months, and had even undergone a false tribulation in the Absolute End of Luotian, amassing vast knowledge.

Soul Transmigration was, in essence, a technique that sealed a ghost within a physical vessel—not a solution that could last forever.

“Although I can’t stop her from undergoing such drastic transformation and data explosion, there is one thing I can do—and this, crucially, is the key.” Qin Hui looked thoughtfully at Jinyu’s face and spoke slowly.

Wang Wei said nothing at all, allowing Duanmu Gai and Zhang Daxiong to forcefully push aside the reporters as they hurriedly left the auction house.

To be honest, Huo Tianxi had always struck me as the shy yet aloof boy-next-door. For him to suddenly crack a joke like that, I almost thought someone else had possessed him. Still, with that single joke, the distance between us seemed to shrink dramatically.