Chapter 33

I was nearly led astray by that girl. All that talk was just a ploy to pry into his affairs at the Qizhen Temple. All the kindness he had shown her these past few days had been in vain.

Centuries ago, the then-King of Zhongzhou built an imperial villa on Qilin Peak and invited the major schools of mysticism to attend a grand gathering. This eventually became a tradition known as the Qilin Assembly.

Without a second thought, Yang Ming immediately spent 100,000 units of metal energy to upgrade his absorption state to medium-efficiency.

The anger that had just welled up in his heart inexplicably dissipated. He pressed the intercom and ordered the family doctor to bring up some medicine.

Jing Jiaren leaned against the vanity, wanting to vomit but unable to. She had emptied her stomach before bed last night, and now only clear water came up.

Just as a sliver of Wu Ming’s divine consciousness attached itself to Jack, exploring the inner world, a vast, booming voice suddenly resonated outside the Main God’s Temple.

"That's more like it." Yan Leqin smiled. She knew her energy was no longer enough to accomplish much, but she simply wanted to show her support for her grandson through action. With her holding things down here, perhaps the couple Feng Hua and Feng Shuyi would put in more effort.

The approach of the Main God’s Space was simple and brutal: recruit people to become reincarnators, grant them power if they succeeded, and leave them as nothing more than scattered bones if they failed.

Liu Yan nodded again. He had originally thought that relying on wind power to cover one or two knots was already a lot, but he had never expected to reach three.

After listening, Yoh Asakura bowed politely to Misaka Mikoto. Seeing him like that, the corner of Misaka Mikoto’s mouth twitched. Though she disliked how he addressed her, she endured it and nodded awkwardly in response.

"I know how to enter the third level. Whoever kills Bai Qibing, I will tell." A simple sentence instantly rendered the situation treacherous.

It turned out the man was bound by a black rope, the other end of which was connected to the stone wall, suspending his body in mid-air. Because the cave behind him was pitch black and the rope was also black, the two blended together, making the rope invisible. At a glance, he appeared to be sitting in mid-air.

Murong Fu struggled to run over, clutching Murong Bo in his arms and crying out in grief. However, Murong Bo had already lost consciousness and could not hear him.

In the ensuing silence, Zhao Hong suddenly sighed, only to shut his mouth immediately, looking awkward under the "is this guy an idiot?" stares of the other executives.

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She marveled at the mountains and bridges, wide-eyed at everything she saw. It was as if her past years had been buried in dust.

Hua Li froze at these words. As she chewed on their meaning, the light in her eyes, which had previously dimmed, rebounded and grew even more intense and fervent.

On the fifth day, the two moons would gradually vanish, and the dark night would descend. After one night, on the sixth day, the sun would rise as usual, the beasts would retreat back into the forest, and everything would return to normal. This had been the way for countless years.

"You should go back first. I'll help you think of a way." Looking at the dejected Yoh Asakura, Silver Fox had no choice but to send him away; even he was temporarily at a loss in these few short minutes.

Perhaps in this world, she was the only one who dared to speak such blasphemous words to a deity who might have lived for three thousand years.

Everything felt so real—so real that even now, those cries for help still swirled in her mind.

Cao Cao’s brow twitched. He was truly annoyed by this turncoat who had no sense of how to read the moods of those in power.

She had people waiting around Villa No. 5, ready to report the moment Gu Jinxie appeared so she could make further arrangements.

Ever since the Hu clan woman married into the Cao family, she had never made a mistake until this incident. The accusation that she had mistreated a concubine to the point of suicide was somewhat plausible, which was why it weighed so heavily on her mind.

The Fire Spirit Bird was a descendant of the Phoenix. Even with only a trace of true Phoenix blood, it could still clearly sense the spiritual origin of the Phoenix Fire.

Next on screen was Lian Xu’s son, Bobo. The MV featured a close-up of him grinning happily.

Gu Jinxie watched this scene indifferently, then turned and walked toward the arena, step by step.

She watched with great focus, her eyes bright and spirited, while Tang Qie looked listless and wore a cold expression.

Zhang Jialiang said, "I know that. Only by performing brilliantly everywhere can one’s political career shine!" The officialdom was fraught with thorns, and one wrong step could lead to total failure.

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The Rotting Tyrant charged forward recklessly. It must be said that facing an existence like the Rotting Tyrant with the strength of an ordinary human was truly despair-inducing. With an outer defense that most weapons could hardly scratch, combined with such terrifying destructive power, it was indeed a creature of the apocalypse that would make any ordinary person despair.

Seeing Jiang Chen examining these three rare items with such genuine interest, Qin Hanming, He Xianzhang, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui, and Su Haijun were all but certain that Jiang Chen hadn't been lying; he really had never been taught by a master.

Afterward, she gave some instructions on how to identify mutant players. Once she finished, Su Yun walked out of Chu Jinghan’s room. Just as she was about to head back, Gu Yichuan’s tall figure appeared in her view.

He hadn't expected the favorability rating to jump by 30 points. He had originally anticipated it would take another two days to reach that point, but the schedule had been moved up. He just wondered if repeating the feat would yield another critical strike in favorability.

If he saved Player No. 3, there would definitely be two civilians left on the field. If he didn't, there might only be one left.

In front of Zhou Jinghuai, Li Wu didn't want to tell him that she had finished filming, only to have her role replaced.

She wondered if No. 3 had any hostility or resentment toward Zhou Mo because the wolves were suspected to be among No. 3 and No. 8. If so, Zhou Mo’s final remark about voting for him was equivalent to voting for himself, which would surely dissipate most of No. 3's hostility.

Those of such noble birth, surrounded by people as if they were the stars around the moon, often possessed a confidence that surpassed ordinary people.

The villager saw it was Li Luo and refused to take the money, insisting, "The golden cicada trade for the New Year's meat was already a bargain, and this silver absolutely cannot be accepted. An iron shovel isn't worth much." In the end, Li Luo left the silver behind, grabbed the shovel, and flew away.

She had also achieved a high degree of mastery in the way of the sorcerer, as the divine art *Heavenly Secret Strategy* was inherently compatible with it.

"Cough, cough!" Guan Feiyu, who had just raised his bowl to drink, was startled by these words and choked on his wine.

However, she grasped at nothing but air. Accompanied by the echoes of Mu Xize's desperate cries in her ears, Ye Ningxiang closed her eyes, shed tears of blood, and lost consciousness.