Volume 1, Chapter 28: The Youngest Master of Metaphysics

One person hurriedly tried to open the oxygen valve, while another scrambled to seize the respirator. Seeing this, the person who was still filming rushed over to assist.

The most critical point was that the Emperor’s Chant Sword no longer possessed the immense power it once had. After all, the Son of the Emperor had recovered less than ten percent of his immortal essence, and naturally, the Emperor’s Chant Sword was significantly diminished in strength as a result.

Liu Xiang dropped his short sword and remained silent. Although he had also been injured, it was, after all, Mei Hanxia who had opened the bronze gate and saved everyone’s lives, so he chose not to dwell on grievances.

Li Zhichen stopped, cupping some water from the stream to quench his thirst and wash his face. Mei Hanxia, beaming with a smile, also cupped some water to freshen up.

A red moon hung in the sky, and the area ahead remained shrouded in a thin mist. In some earthly paradise, such mist might feel beautiful, like a scene from a fairy tale, but here, the clouds and fog seemed merely to conceal the scent of death and terror that lay ahead.

The Attendant of Water and the Attendant of Fire stepped forward to support Ruo Feiliu, their faces pale. Ruo Feiliu looked at the two of them and let out a bitter laugh, his mouth filled with a sense of dejection.

Just as the person in front slowly entered, he suddenly felt a coolness on his face, as if it had been covered by something resembling a spider web. Caught off guard, he frantically brushed at his face.

The Daoist Without a Heart strode past; he walked across the iron chains as steady as Mount Tai, crossing the bottomless abyss in no time. Once he was across, the mountain rocks behind him began to collapse, with entire peaks tumbling down. The remaining demons and ghosts wailed in agony as they were crushed in droves.

The Alliance Leader was Long Qingchen, and the four deputy leaders were Long Jinxuan'er, the twin sisters, and Feng Mingjing.

As he spoke these words, he kept observing the reactions of the three, only to find that they were not surprised; clearly, they had also discerned the cause of this lightning strike.

The Central Bank of Jipan issued positive fiscal measures for consecutive days, and only then did the domestic situation in Jipan stabilize for a mere half-day.

Furthermore, looking at Lu Chengxuan’s performance in the Six Shang Palace, any observant person could see that she was highly ambitious and sailed through everything smoothly. It was likely that her purpose in entering the palace was not the inner court at all, but the Six Shang Bureau.

“As expected, the palace is a good place; even someone with a flamboyant temperament like Lu Chenghuan has learned to be obedient and knows how to bow her head now. It’s not easy,” Lu Chengwan remarked, her gaze drifting with a sense of reflection.

Filled with a mind full of thoughts, Tang Kexin scratched her head and followed the waiter to her seat in the cake shop.

Her camouflage-patterned short-sleeved shirt was slightly lifted, revealing a toned waistline, yet above that waistline lay a graceful, curved edge.

In the Great Zhou dynasty, apart from the Empress, the Three Consorts were the most esteemed, followed by the Upper Three Concubines and the Lower Six Concubines, with an unlimited number of remaining positions such as Beauties, Mid-level Talents, and Talents.

“It wasn't just for the exterior shots; the entire crew filmed in Glenfaya for several months. Otherwise, I wouldn’t always be away. Isn’t that right, Xiongxiong?” Li Manshi held onto Xiong Yingjie’s arm; the two of them always made others envious when they were together.

Vaxirina was greatly satisfied. He had long coveted this high-tech space cruise ship. Since the other party was so cooperative, he showed his full sincerity, opening a light screen in front of everyone to contact Defense Minister Xibaho, and in an imperative tone, demanded that he unconditionally cooperate with the diplomatic official from Polanko.

The summer night in Las Vegas was not particularly hot. Las Vegas is situated in a temperate desert, yet the climate is quite pleasant throughout the year. High temperatures occur only occasionally, and the nights are especially cool, sometimes even cold.

Without giving Lu Chengxuan a chance to speak more, Mu Jingqiu gave her instructions and then left for the dining hall.

In short, the place was noisy and crowded. If Dongzi were to lose focus for even a second, it would lead to a commotion, and the mission would end in total failure.

When Guo Zhenwei heard that Han Ke wanted to go directly to see his grandson, a flash of gratitude crossed his eyes. Without another word, he pulled the two of them along and rushed toward his home.

Numerous details indicated that the old blind man had not been lying; that Daoist nun was indeed a snake spirit. He, unaware of the truth, had kept holding her hand, and even now, he could clearly recall the cold, slippery sensation between his fingers.

Looking at the Cold Seven Spears, a flicker of apprehension crossed the eyes of the cold-eyed Green Scale King. He harbored an indelible shadow in his heart regarding the fellow who had so easily picked off his scales just moments ago.

Before he could finish the word "intention," a familiar ringtone rang out, instantly interrupting Chen Xu’s train of thought and bringing him back to reality. He said nothing and answered the call directly.

By the time the three of them reached the Junhao Club, the sky was already turning dark. If what Liu Wu said was true, this "Half-Immortal Zhang" was living in a suite on the third floor of the club.

The car door opened, and two burly men stepped out. Before Chen Xu could react, they shoved him into the car. The door slammed shut, and the vehicle vanished from the spot in an instant.

Almost in an instant, Lin Liang’s spiritual cultivation surged from the sixth level of the Spirit Pulse Realm to its peak, so much so that Lin Liang, who had been immersed in endless pain, jolted awake in a flash, struggling to suppress his own cultivation level.

The two "grass-wither" giant ants obtained from the Orc Valley were still there. Unlike the Green Ming insects, these creatures did not require feeding; they would enter a state of suspended animation if they lacked food. Having been to the Sun Mountain in the Far North, he did not know if they had been frozen to death by the extreme cold, but in any case, they were motionless. He poked them twice, but they didn't react. He decided to keep them for now.

The plump white pigs were also suffering under the scorching sun, and the back of the truck was filled with loud grunting and a foul stench. As Lin Yongsheng dodged the pigs' sturdy hooves, he quietly approached a round, massive one, latched onto its hindquarters, and sliced downward with his sharp fangs.

Everyone had turned A-Ying’s home upside down, yet they found nothing strange; everything was perfectly normal.

Because Mr. Wu always spoke concisely and was sparing with his words, every word he uttered was highly significant. One had to be extremely attentive, as a single moment of distraction could mean missing several key points.

He remembered how Han Shaoyi had given him the cold shoulder at the end-of-term assembly, yet he still had to coax and appease him with a gentle tone, didn't he?