Chapter 7: The Long Street Slaughterhouse (2)

Su Xiangnan and Li Xiaoxiao were both scheduled to start school on the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, so Su Xiangshang booked them tickets for the early morning of the sixteenth. This way, they would arrive in the provincial capital by the evening, though they might be a bit exhausted from the lack of rest.

Most of the beast tamers accompanying Yang Feng had their beasts pursue Volcanion, with only a few kept for ground combat.

Didn't Hua Chenyu mysteriously return to tranquility last time after donating one hundred million?

Yet she remained oblivious, always assuming she was the most capable person in the Su family, acting as if the entire family’s future depended on her.

Xu Che did a quick calculation and figured he had about an hour before class started, so he quickly changed into his academy instructor robes and hurried toward the classroom.

The group dared not delay for even a moment. Even Wang Linzhi, who usually slacked off, stopped doing so and drew his sword to strike at the zombies attacking them along the way.

Believe it or not, the fans at the airport were not just blowing hot air; their passion was so terrifying that they would track Lu Ling to the ends of the earth just to get an autograph once they caught wind of her whereabouts.

Glancing secretly at his uncle and aunt, who sighed with relief at his words, Xu Che, having made up his mind, smiled faintly and ushered his uncle into the room.

Hearing this, Xu Che fell silent for a moment before remembering the purpose of his visit to the yamen and quickly explaining his discoveries and suspicions.

"Where are you all going to have fun?" Ke Ke asked, his gaze fixed intently on Liang Ruoshi.

"Hmph, I'll start with you two blind fools as an appetizer today!" As he spoke, he increased the pressure in his grip, causing Palace Master Yan and Qingying’s faces to turn a shade of blue.

As Su Ruoshui integrated more and more Taoist techniques, her attacks grew increasingly powerful, and her aura climbed steadily, leaving the three people who had finally caught their breath feeling hesitant as they looked at her back.

This house was far too dilapidated. The old wooden door had to be at least several decades old, its latch rusted through. The green courtyard wall next to it was quite high, but the bricks were weathered and covered in creeping green plants.

He had wanted to trap Yu Qiang, a man of considerable wealth, in one snare after another to pay for his mother's medical treatment. Yet, the wealthiest man in Huahe and all of China was the one setting traps for him instead. It was over now; no one could save him.

Next on the agenda were the projected quarterly financial reports from Apple and the changes to the board of directors.

"You've come home." The Emperor wore a very gentle and kind smile. This smile failed to stir the slightest ripple in Jiuyin’s heart, yet it made the princess feel as though her eyes were being blinded.

Watching the tears glisten in Gusu Yue’er’s bright, expressive eyes, Lu Feng sighed and then gave a heavy nod to Gusu Tailun and Gusu Nan standing before him.

A while later, the area ahead became lively again as the bride and groom began making their rounds to toast the guests. Gu Xiaoxiao and her friends were the last to be served because their table was in a less-than-ideal spot, but as friends, none of them minded.

Hearing Li Zixuan say this, Tian Tian nodded with a smile and went back to coloring her picture.

The two walked a circle outside but found nothing. The main issue was that it was too dark, and the surroundings were filled with trees, the rustling of leaves completely obscuring their sight and hearing.

Although he didn't know exactly what had happened, seeing the attitudes of Du Ziyu and Xie Jiafeng added a sense of caution to his initial shock.

Each of these five great ghosts and gods possessed the power of the Saint Realm, and under a miraculous blessing, they were, like Honma in the shrine, so-called "immortal beings."

Even more terrifying was that this tree stump was growing a pair of eyes that were completely ink-black, lacking any whites.

No fewer than a hundred people stood in the courtyard, most of them monks and nuns, split clearly into two groups: half in white, half in black.

Monk Yuanzhi pulled two outfits from his bag—one a kasaya with prayer beads, the other a Taoist robe with a horsetail whisk—claiming he’d picked them up cheap online and that they would suffice for now.

As a newcomer, Qin Tian was unfamiliar with both of them and could only stand by and watch the show.

If an uninformed player passed by, they might mistake Chu Yue for running a pyramid scheme. In truth, Chu Yue was quite helpless; the players were just too enthusiastic.

It was just an oath; Qin Tian didn't think much of it and naturally swore it by his own martial soul.

Just as Oricole was filled with anxiety, Rhinefield had already traveled thousands of miles to reach his destination.

Besides, even if he were allowed to escape back to Middle Earth, what of it? That man in the black robe could easily suppress his cultivation level to enter Middle Earth.

The Empress Dowager sneered. She hadn't realized her good son was so broad-minded that he could extend his favor to Qin Hong’s son and rush over to back him up.

"Really? Grandfather, you aren't lying to me?" Hearing her grandfather’s words, Sister Cai’er asked immediately.

The few martial artists remaining in the ancient hall looked at each other. Under the pressure of Chen Da’s mid-stage Core Formation cultivation, they had lost all ability to resist.

I sat in my seat and watched my grandfather look at me. He was smiling. Coupled with the unfinished words he’d spoken, I roughly understood his meaning. So, I nodded at him, signaling: "Grandfather, rest assured. Whatever pills you need refined, just leave them to me."

Upon hearing that Li Feng was a Light-element Chosen One, the zombie’s movements became noticeably stiff.

With her limited knowledge, she could never have guessed that this Demon Emperor was only able to pass the Child Emperor’s inspection because it was Ye Qingcheng’s contracted spirit beast, not because it had deceived him.

Jiang Yushu gripped her reins, having no time to listen to their idle chatter. Mistaking her husband for being nearby, she fixed her gaze, searching for him.

"For free? Then forget it. I think I can earn the spot I want through my own strength," Mu Tianrui said after a moment of contemplation.

Heiqing laughed and pulled the jet-black spear from his back, connecting the two halves. With a flourish of his arms, the primordial energy vibrated.

Just as Hermes located the position of Serifos, his vision blurred, and a great mountain miraculously blocked his path, so high it seemed impossible to climb, piercing straight into the clouds.