Chapter 23: Meng Hui

"But what?" Lu Nanzhou slowly raised his eyes, suddenly curling the corners of his lips in a cold sneer.

At this moment, faint sounds of thunder rumbled in the sky. Watching the scene unfold with excitement, Shu Yao took a few steps back. She realized she hadn't been wrong after all—putting on airs really did invite divine retribution by lightning.

As there were fewer people on the Bridge of Helplessness, Tao Bao took out the roasted sweet potato she had reserved earlier and handed it to Meng Po.

Yet her words had thoroughly stirred my curiosity, leaving me unable to eat or sleep in peace. There had always been too many mysteries surrounding me. Normally, I tried my best to ignore them, but Noble Consort Li's words made it impossible for me to endure any longer.

"You guys wait here for a while. We'll talk once your parents arrive!" Teacher Liu said in a rush, bolting out of the office as if fleeing for his life.

They scrambled past the undercarriages of the vehicles, gathering together like a writhing black carpet.

The temperature under the morning sun past nine o'clock was moderate, casting a lazy warmth over everything. Feeling somewhat drowsy from the sun, Bai Bing dozed off in a hazy slumber.

Wu Zongrui felt a chill in his heart. To be precise, in his understanding of this matter, he and He Fengsheng could never reach a consensus. Reviewing the eunuchs throughout history, especially those of the late Tang Dynasty who ran amok without restraint, they had left behind a deeply unfavorable historical impression, casting a dark shadow on eunuchs in all subsequent dynasties.

Sheng Tianyue understood inwardly that these people dared not stir up trouble on this spaceship, likely out of fear of the formidable power behind it.

The Scourge of Eternal Life slashed straight toward those two mysterious vines that were about to wrap around its arms. Terrifying power erupted from the massive spine-dragon behind it, and after a series of surging shockwaves channeled into the giant weapon in his hand, the razor-sharp blade directly cleaved through the vines, shattering them into fine powder as if they were blocks of tofu.

However, this technique seemed to take a heavy toll on his mental stamina. Even now, a trace of fatigue was faintly visible between his brows, and his once-steady posture showed a hint of swaying.

At this point, Rong Mo, who had already flown some distance away following the celestial turtle, glanced back at them.

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Seeing the records indicating that Qin Xiao had tendencies toward self-harm during that period, Mu Huanzhang involuntarily gripped the paper tighter. Had there not been more documents to review further down, he very well might have torn the entire file to shreds.

Before them walked a Western elderly man with brown curly hair and a bald crown in the middle. He stripped off his travel-worn suit jacket and slipped into a white lab coat, instantly embodying the classic appearance of a veteran scientist.

In an instant, Mu Qibing's body swayed violently. The collision of two opposing forces within him forced him to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, turning his previously ruddy complexion instantly pale.

Noticing Qin Fan acting so ridiculously humorous, Mu Huanzhang smiled and replied, "Fine, if you're so adamant about seeing it, that's fine too. I'll let you look, just make sure you don't live to regret it." With those final words, Mu Huanzhang let out a sly smile.

Tracing the origin of the black beetles, he would be able to find the Gu master and claim his rare heavenly treasures.

The newly converted true qi had been driven to its absolute limit by Ye Fei. The bones throughout his body popped crisply, his muscles bulged, and his veins throbbed. He forcefully pushed his vital energy to its peak, radiating scorching heat like boiling magma that even raised the temperature inside the room.

Linghu Shuo banged on the desk and looked around, but no one responded. They were all eating frantically like starving ghosts, completely ignoring him as if he were an invisible and intangible piece of air.

Young Master Bai picked himself up from the ground in a sorry state, wishing he could grow wings and flee on the spot.

He believed that if those authors still wanted to try anything later on, or if they were hot-headed enough to follow others in stirring up trouble, they would first have to weigh their own worth and thoroughly sober up.

The moment Xu Changsheng picked up those two ancient artifacts, the Taoist priest knew he had them hooked. That wooden fish was something he had picked up while passing by a dilapidated temple during a trip to the countryside, wrapped in a layer of roadside mud back then purely out of fear that someone else might discover it.

But what gave Chen Yin the right? Did he have higher sales than her, greater popularity at the scene, or a larger following within the electronic music circle?

A war of words was practically on the verge of erupting. Such was the nature of the modern internet world; the prelude to a direct confrontation barely existed, and people would clash head-on at the slightest inattention.

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However, seeing the miserable state Xue Nan was in, Xu Changsheng refrained from arguing further and simply let him lead the way to this restaurant. It wasn't that he couldn't afford the consumption, but rather that he wasn't used to such luxury. Yet, when there was a genuine need, he wouldn't shy away from it either.

The entire Hall of Annihilation trembled slightly, countless magical array runes flashing to withstand the shockwave. Outside the hall, hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers of the Annihilation clan simultaneously drew their weapons, soaring columns of demonic light piercing the skies as they stood ready for battle at a moment's notice.

Finally, after running for so long, Yu Qian and You Qian managed to find an accessible building.

Although the sound would not necessarily alert others amidst such a violent storm, it was always better to be safe than sorry. Who knew if there were still soldiers lurking inside the cave dwelling? Therefore, Chu Chen still rushed forward instantly, grabbed the bodies of the two soldiers, and gently lowered them to the ground.

Remaining silent for a long time, I felt as though my withdrawal symptoms were about to strike. Unwilling to speak further, that terrifying sensation assaulted my body in wave after wave, causing me to tremble slightly.

Was this even a battle spear? It resembled a blood-red mountain range more than anything, and rather than a mere thrust, it felt more like a catastrophic, world-covering smash coming down.

"A threat? Trash like you doesn't even deserve one," Chu Chen sneered. Things having reached this point, he naturally had nothing left to hide. As he slightly released the formidable aura emanating from his body, the fat man Chen Hongfei opposite him could no longer hold his ground.

"You... are Japanese!" Reminiscing about the hand seals and ninjutsu techniques Chu Chen had used during their earlier fight while looking into his eyes, Canjian blurted out involuntarily, his eyes revealing bone-chilling murderous intent.

The Fu family of Nanan was rather mysterious, seemingly belonging to the lineage of the Duan family from Dali, practicing a very unique martial art. This was their first time participating in the clan assembly, and their cultivation methods had never been heard of before.

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