Chapter Sixteen

After speaking, You Tao unleashed his full powers, and a purple light illuminated the entire forest. His objective was clear: to ignite Dylan’s abilities completely, making him suffer unbearable torment.

Jiang Se’s makeup had long since smudged after a day’s wear, so the makeup artist reapplied her makeup and restyled her.

Once the footsteps faded away, Lin Baiyu released her hand from covering Jun Lingfeng’s mouth. The two sisters exchanged a glance filled with lingering fear, then both exhaled in relief. After this incident, neither sister felt the urge to cry anymore; the previous trouble with the medicine powder was easily resolved, at least sparing their relationship from further strain.

The faint yellow flickers of candlelight filtered through the sheer curtains, gradually rousing Su Jie’s consciousness. The terror in her eyes slowly gave way to desolation, her gaze becoming vacant.

Jia Jiayu obediently lifted her head, yet dared not meet the gaze of the person above. Still, her narrow eyes and the upward slant of their corners cost her several points in the eyes of Consort Su.

On the floor lay several tables, cluttered with tea cups and scattered scraps of paper left uncleaned. Slippers were strewn about as well, adding to the disorder.

In her previous life, she could barely protect herself and lived in confusion, unable to care for Qi Qi, watching helplessly as the girl met a tragic end.

With eyes closed, I gazed into the distance and saw a head peek out on the mountain path, peering at us furtively through a monocular night vision device.

From the tent burst a soldier and a figure clad in a biohazard suit, both wielding flamethrowers that sprayed fire upon the zombies. The hair and eyebrows of the zombies who had tackled me immediately ignited.

The referee seemed to sense Dylan’s abnormality and was startled inwardly; he had never witnessed such a Dylan before.

“What are the conditions?” After spending time in Chang’an, one comes to understand certain truths—there is no such thing as a free lunch, nor free benefits. Without buying, there is no selling.

“Mr. Wu, I must tell you—you are the company’s vice president and a person of higher education. You must rely on evidence, not make rash oaths here,” Li Wanqiu said coldly.

“Indeed, I accept,” Chen Fan said, taking three more bottles directly. These pills still had significant effects for him.

Embracing Liu Ruyan’s body and sensing her reactions, it became clear that this tigress’s abnormal behavior was definitely connected to those three.

“The big boss is truly the big boss!” Chen Hang thought as Tang Heqing pulled up in a Cayenne before him, secretly fantasizing.

Three days passed quietly. Chu Ge’s soul pill and soul body were fully restored and perfected. Moreover, he took time to subdue the insect soul of the Red Fiend Golden Horn Immortal. Chu Ge looked at his vastly expanded illusion space and nodded with satisfaction.

No one replied, for the phrase “return alive” felt too illusory to this group—none dared to indulge in such hope.

Li Fei pulled out his car keys and swiftly headed for the elevator, but was a step too late; the elevator had already descended.

Though still unable to feel his own body, this immense planet gave him an indescribable sense of reality.

If an ordinary person were defeated, it would be understandable. But Wei Wuliang was the acclaimed eldest son of the mighty Wei family in Cangzhou—how could he suffer such a setback?

Though not speaking with the classical formality of ancient scholars, he was meticulous in his diction, revealing the unique character of his kind.

Lin Qinghe was startled, stepping back twice but tripped over Wu Qichuan’s leg and fell to the ground.

“The emperor is the true son of heaven, the princess is of the highest rank—how could they stoop to crawling and groveling?” Yin Yubo said.

Though not taboo, such matters were still best avoided by cultivators.

When everyone entered, Lady Wang sat solemnly by the kang bed, eyes appraising the smiling Baoyu several times. Seeing he was unharmed, she finally relaxed.

At first, Lu Yao thought it was some bored hacker posing with crude tricks to challenge the prankster himself, trying to create an unsolvable puzzle for fun.

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“Who is Professor Slughorn?” Neville asked, puzzled, holding the invitation.

The angler did not answer or even acknowledge him. Suddenly, he turned sharply, his gaze fixed toward the northern mountain range’s end. A clear, excited light shone in his murky eyes, ignoring the hooked fish.

Tan Jingyang’s heart sank utterly. Damn it, why was this happening? No matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t understand.

Ling Shiyin deeply felt this, but the Mu family was comparatively luckier than the Ling family.

Here, all students were sages; thus, distinctions like intermediate, advanced, elite, and core students were not as rigidly separated as in the outer regions.

The Feather God tribe’s descendants were few—only around a hundred thousand—which was pitifully small for a species.

Yet, Lu Yichen did not see Gong Yao’s anger; otherwise, he would have been pleased by Gong Yao’s protective feelings toward him.

“They are evenly matched. The divine illusion realm is not merely an external illusion, but targets the sea of consciousness and spirit. In the soul battle between Brother Qiuming and Brother Qiuming, he holds the home advantage and possesses unfathomable techniques that counter the divine illusion bestowed by Huan Tian. Hence, their fight will be a pure battle of spirits!” Haifeng declared fiercely.

Though deeply pained, Cheng Haian endured. Until he found Yueyue, he could not collapse or lose control.