Chapter 34: The Weapons She Designed

Such questioning was drowned out by an even louder roar.

"No, that's not right! The weapons they are using were developed by me! These are my own designs; how could they have appeared in their hands twenty years ago?"

Liu Han, appearing as if he had lost his mind, opened the StarNet and began frantically inputting detailed data.

"This pulse handgun is a weapon I developed."

"It features dual-mode firing capabilities, with a standard mode..."

He was accustomed to such situations, and his eyes were exceptionally sharp. Based on his assessment, Zhuo Chuan possessed at most a few life-saving items. Could he really have some sort of magical weapon in his possession?

Feng Lin sighed as well; it was no wonder the old man Liu Guangbo had been hiding on the ocean floor—there was simply no place left to hide on the surface of the Earth.

After this ordeal, the Tang Seng of the original story became much more docile, rarely reciting the Tight-Fillet Spell again. His disciples, like Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng, would spend their days calling him "Brother Monkey" with great affection.

Wang Hao reached out with his large hand, grabbed the buffalo demon by the head, and flung it forward. The creature was left dizzy and disoriented, vomiting blood violently.

However, the changes for Qi Tianshou did not end there. As he continued to look down the list, he noticed that a new slot had appeared under the category for summoning deities and ghosts.

Going out for a chat, grabbing a drink, hitting the karaoke bar, or working up a sweat—these were all just standard procedures.

At this moment, the Immortal Tianzong rushed over. He carefully checked Lian Yuncheng’s pulse and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Countless wild beasts saw Feng Lin spread his arms, lunging at him from all sides to tear at his body.

With those words, Zhang Jing charged at Feng Lin, his spiritual energy erupting. It was unexpected that he had reached the forty-sixth level during this time.

Frowning with his eyes closed, Ye Tian meticulously examined his dantian back and forth several times. Finally, his furrowed brows smoothed out, and the serious expression on his face turned into one of astonishment.

She washed her face and headed out; there weren't many people in the hallway. She listened to the conversations as she walked toward the room where the class reunion was being held.

"No, I am willing to trade! My master has been as kind to me as a mountain. As long as it helps her break through, I agree to your terms. But I have one condition: I must see my master wake up and fulfill one wish of mine before I return to honor my promise. Would that be acceptable?" Feng Yu’s eyes were clear, yet they held an unwavering resolve.

Upon hearing Lord Xu’s words, Yingying and Yingchun both froze, caught in a dilemma. Ye Junyi, however, acted as if she hadn't heard him, continuing to gracefully climb back out the window and over the wall the way they had come. Deeply encouraged, the two sisters followed closely behind.

When I saw that bow, my heart skipped a beat, and I thought for a moment I was going to be shot. Looking closer, I realized the bow was part of a feng shui formation and could never actually fire.

"Sigh... the Yuèzhuó family relies on their economic superiority to maintain their third-place standing. It’s not like the Qīngluán family, who, even with only Brother Ming in this generation, still command half of the Fire Phoenix’s military power. The Yuānchú family has been expanding their private army for the past two years, and the Hú family has been clinging to them, even possessing their family’s secret weapon-forging recipes."

This battle was truly earth-shaking and heart-wrenching. After what felt like an eternity, the fighting finally ceased. Xu Ziqian lay on the ground, wrapping Ye Junyi in his clothes and holding her in his arms.

Flower Aunt was, after all, fighting alone. Within a few exchanges, the black-clad man’s long sword had already slashed her several times. Gritting her teeth, she threw a cloth bundle from her robes, releasing a white powder. The men in black quickly shielded their eyes, and in that fleeting moment, Flower Aunt vanished into the woods.

If it were just a few cigarettes, Monkey wouldn't need to be sent to a rehabilitation center. My approach was simply to impress upon them the severity of the situation. I hoped to turn things around and see Monkey get better.