Chapter 19

The car had scarcely passed the border when a large boulder suddenly crashed down from the sky, landing squarely in the middle of the road and completely blocking the way ahead.

“What do you think of this outfit?” Su Yaoyao lifted the hanger a little higher, smiling warmly as she asked Ning Tao.

If only he had confessed his feelings to Jian Yu back then, had not pushed her towards Teng Yuanyu, perhaps none of what followed would have happened. Jian Yu wouldn’t have become who she is now, and he might have truly been able to protect her.

Gu Linfeng had completely abandoned any pretense of self-restraint. His hands slid to Lin Siya’s collar, fingers deftly undoing the first button.

“Let’s take it one step at a time,” Ning Tao reassured himself silently, knowing there was no better solution for now.

Using his spiritual awareness to avoid teachers and staff on the road, Ning Tao reached the side wall of the campus and leapt over it, holding a grenade in his hands.

After the homeroom teacher finished speaking, he left, instructing the class to quietly begin self-study, then sent several students out.

“That smell is so strong, could it be…” The middle-aged man, experienced and perceptive, immediately sensed something was wrong.

Lin Siya returned to her room clutching a stack of invitations; the phone on the bed buzzed with a ‘vrrr vrrr’ just then.

In the grand hall, Mo Ziyan wore a stunning long robe of fiery red floating silk, exquisitely crafted. The holy garment was inlaid with brilliant blood flame stones along the edges, translucent like crystal, emitting a faint, ethereal glow from within.

Jing Anyu approached, hair slightly disheveled, his navy blue clothes creased and rumpled.

Ji Muchen’s forceful kick against the door caused a loud bang that startled Jiang Muyan, who quickly lowered her head to look at Ji Nan.

Ji Nan opened a photo. Though a bit blurry, she immediately recognized the background.

Beside Hui Niang and Chen Huihong stood seven or eight ragged children, nearly half-naked. They were all boys, either sitting listlessly or weakly lying down, each severely emaciated with sunken eye sockets—making Hui Niang herself appear healthy and vibrant in comparison.

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Suddenly, the sky darkened. The five swordsmen engaged in fierce battle all looked up and then, as if by unspoken agreement, scattered in five different directions.

Beidang leaned against the car window, watching the chaotic scene on the highway. Soldiers were both heading to reinforce Verdun and retreating from it, creating a crowded and confusing scene.

“You decide. I want to see how much your word counts,” Chen Lanlan said briskly, slapping Ji Yancheng several times.

Toregia thought this, just as Regulos and Graphias under the plasma spark tower suddenly began acting strangely.

After a bout of combat, Fei Ying realized that merely listening once had allowed her to perform perfectly during practice.

Zhao Fengsheng nodded, recalling Old He’s words in the Rebirth Bureau. He must know Zhang Zizai, and they were fellow disciples under the same master.

South Future City lies deep within the Antarctic, serving as the headquarters and research center of the mysterious organization EEO. The polar engine of North Future City generates and distributes a new form of energy—E-magnetic energy—worldwide.

Thus, whether for those who seek elegance or those with ulterior motives, these two ancient paintings were treasures worth risking everything to obtain.

After the leader of the Ghost Fork Clan departed, Jue Xin no longer hid his emotions. He beamed with joy, not a trace of disappointment, secretly grateful for his caution that spared him from encountering Ye Feng or falling into the Ghost Fork leader’s trap.

Meanwhile, Song Li remained completely unaware that his mere pretense of wealth had already offended someone.

She owed a debt of gratitude she could not repay, yet Jiang Yan urgently needed the inheritance of the “Heart Sword.” He was currently at the peak of Foundation Establishment; once he reached Golden Core, he should cultivate the “Wise Heart Sword.”

Suddenly, all pedestrians turned their gaze this way. Seeing the cold expression of the man in the suit, they instinctively stepped aside, no one coming forward to help. Yet some remained curious, watching silently; some pulled out phones—some to photograph, others to call.

Ye Shaoyang was stunned. The so-called zombie fish was truly a zombie, which explained everything.

Mei Qi thought this, intending to say a few words to excuse herself, only to find she could no longer open her mouth.

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Ye Shaoyang smiled lightly, saying no more. If they knew how many brutal trials he endured during over a decade of cultivation, the pain he suffered, they would surely never send their grandchildren to Mount Mao, even if they were beaten to death.

Because she had been studying the cultivation methods of the Innate Nature Division these days, the already unknown and “Heartless Appearance” now looked even more distorted and untraceable.

“Your Majesty flatters me. Even if I am familiar with Qin Ning Palace, there is always a distinction between master and servant. I would never forget Your Majesty’s teachings!” Xu Shoujing bowed low with a humble smile.

Zong Zheng slowly picked up the furry fox-skin jacket, gently pressing it to his face. The scenes of being together with Xian Jie seemed vivid, as if they had just happened yesterday.

With a movement, the scattered immortals transformed into streaks of light, rushing swiftly toward the gateway of the forbidden spell.

Two voices sounded simultaneously. Zhang Cheng looked at Wei Chuxian in surprise, and Wei Chuxian smiled back. It seemed they had some tacit understanding, both agreeing to accompany Luke to handle the truck—though Zhang Cheng wondered what Wei Chuxian was scheming.

He had indeed seen practitioners of the Mysterious Spirit realm wielding Mysterious Artifacts before, but only within a one-zhang radius around themselves. It was nothing like what Blood Drop described, so he had never considered fighting by harnessing such artifacts.

“Looking at the calendar, it must be us checking, right? Your birth details…” Wu Xiao’s father rambled on, then abruptly stopped when he caught his wife’s glare—an intimidating look as if wielding a kitchen knife.

At that moment, Zhang Cheng also silently called out the name of a god in his heart—though not in prayer, but in a curse: “Chief deity, damn you.”

Zong Zheng continued, “The so-called 'Supporting the Spirit' is to support the king’s spirit, so the king must die!” His words were sharp, his tone resolute, clearly harboring ill intent toward Kublai Khan.