Chapter 66: I Have Never Done a Mental Link Before

"Class D?"

No one spoke. Lu Meng asked cautiously, hoping to break the suffocating silence.

Elte came to his senses and looked at her, thinking of something. "No, come back with me. The instrument might be malfunctioning."

He removed the circular device from her head and tossed it to his assistant, who neatly packed it into a case.

Before she could even react, Lu Meng was pulled up and led away.

It didn't hurt, at least.

However, one thing was certain: for the short term, Guzhu would send no reinforcements to aid them. Mount Qiumo was the absolute pinnacle of Guzhu's defenses, and by now, any disciples of the sect must have already gathered there. Facing the Ghost King, they would likely only be able to hold out until the moment Ye Chenyang's spiritual energy was entirely exhausted.

"A mutant chicken! Is it edible?" Ye Fan and the others had been quite touched at first, but upon hearing that it was a mutant chicken, they couldn't help casting complex glances at him.

After a long while, the monkey-thin man let out a heavy snort, propped himself up against the ground with his hands, and barely managed to sit up. It was as if he had just been through a harrowing ordeal; beads of sweat the size of soybeans covered his forehead, and even his voice trembled slightly.

She truly never expected that Lu Feng would kill her father to usurp power and still refuse to stop there, actually treating her and her mother this way. Did he not care at all about their bonds as husband and wife? He had once promised her that he would love her alone for the rest of his life.

The supply lines in the rear were still under construction, but fortunately, the surrounding resources were abundant, making foraging on the spot quite effortless.

Not to mention, the Mountain-Opening Fist technique practiced by Qin Ming was a family heirloom. In terms of sheer, heavy, and profound true essence, it ranked among the very best throughout Dragon Gate Town and even the city of Anzhou.

Thinking of these things, Nanxi felt a growing sense of self-reproach. The more she blamed herself, the more she wanted to cry. She let the biting cold wind punish her.

As long as this disciple achieved the state of a living cauldron, they could become the backbone of the sect, and filled with gratitude for the sect's benevolence, their return would far outweigh the value of those rare heavenly treasures.

"Let's be together, stay by my side, okay?" He had been too lonely all these years. Despite his roguish exterior as a playboy, he actually had a vulnerable side, and he too longed for a genuine relationship.

"If we follow this clue, we might just find the children, but there is a strong possibility they will abandon the vehicle halfway, which will only increase our difficulty." Even as he said this, he had no great certainty, only hoping that this gang of traffickers would prove to be somewhat foolish.

The Dread Tortoise was a rank six or seven demonic beast, massive in size, with a hardened shell upon its back. Even for a cultivator at the Spirit Transformation stage, shattering the shell of a level five Dread Tortoise was no simple task.

And so, Anling stood upon the podium for the third time. Seeing everyone in the audience staring at him with gnashing teeth, he couldn't help but smile.

Nangong Hai made a grandiose entrance, and his cultivation was far from weak, having already reached the mid-stage of the Spirit Infant realm. However, Haotian could tell that he must have broken through only very recently.

After a brief rest, the Confucian scholars resumed their lectures for Chongzhen. Whether by coincidence or design, the texts they taught this time were the biographies of Yi Yin and Huo Guang, which made Chongzhen contemplate them with even greater focus and concentration.

Hearing this, Liu Shibo felt his heart stir involuntarily, recalling what Cao Xiong and his grandfather had said: "When the abnormal occurs, it portends a demon."

In response to the inquiries of the several elders behind him, Yinling's eyes narrowed slightly, as though he could see right through those blazing flames. He chuckled softly and said,

Jessica's tone carried a hint of joy—not because she had managed to break free from the ropes, but because Li Mingqiu had accomplished what he set out to do.

Seeing that Liu Shibo and Cao Xiong remained as silent and motionless as wooden statues, Old Tang's expression stiffened, making it rather difficult for him to save face.

Li Qingqiu's words drove Li Mingqiu and Jessica to mentally scream and complain inwardly, yet what was even more frustrating was that neither of them could say a single thing out loud...