Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Great Celebrity

“Don’t worry! It’s just a scratch on my arm, I can still cook. Today I’ll make extra and treat the brothers from the police squad to a meal.”

The group who came with Yuan Shanshan were the same ones who had snatched her food that day. As soon as they realized Yan Xuan was the cook and he even offered to treat them, their eyes lit up: “Thanks, brother, we’re waiting! Rest assured, we’ll make sure this guy’s ancestors up to eight generations get interrogated…”

“Let’s go! There’s still some distance left!” Just as Wang Fan thought they had arrived, Granny Withered Tree, Chen Li, who rarely spoke, was the first to say this. She then took the lead, stepping into the white light.

“I’ll teach these disrespectful youngsters a lesson for you.” Chu Tian began to move, and in a flash, all the disciples in the lower Divine Blood Realm were sent flying.

“Probably so.” The great sword no longer moved or spoke, perhaps it really had, as it claimed, “exhausted its magic power.”

Both groups had encountered the hunter at certain times, yet now, neither remembered ever meeting the other.

At that moment, Tang Ming’s entire expression was alight with excitement, his heart roaring with joy, for he finally saw hope to save Han Xue.

Si Wuyai, forced into a corner, raised a spirit shield to withstand Wang Fan’s attack.

A grinding sound echoed, the flesh shell of the Eight Ancestors of the Yan Family emitted a noise that made one’s teeth ache, as if the next moment, the Eight Ancestors would be shattered.

Wang Fan’s gaze swept over the crowd, but recognized only one familiar face—Dongfang Yu.

Xia’s dress was already short and now torn in many places, revealing her nearly enchanting figure and luminous, porcelain-like skin.

Ge Sheng instinctively stopped thinking, tried to channel his inner energy, and then furrowed his brows deeply.

“Your Highness, this is your specialty—raise the price sky-high, then settle for less,” Chen Ning replied.

“Who would write me a letter? How strange,” Xiu Lin murmured to himself. When he opened it, he discovered it was even cleaner than the envelope—a blank sheet of paper.

After Mars, the scene shifted to one of Earth’s two major outerspace provinces, the Moon, humanity’s old space colony. The camera swept poetically across all the traditional lunar colonial landmarks, built in the style of one hundred and fifty years ago, evoking a profound sense of history and nostalgia.

“Si Jin, what’s wrong with you today? Xiu Lin is now my personal disciple, so you are brothers. Why shouldn’t he call you by your name?” Ma Qianjin said.

At this moment, Twin-winged Phoenix was practically fuming, What? You handle the weak ones, and let us be cannon fodder? Are you stupid, or are we?

“So what if you paid? Lawsuits aren’t free, are they?” Huang Li continued to argue, cold sweat pouring in large drops down her forehead, dripping onto Pan Hong’s hand nearby.

This scene was also witnessed by Yun Feng, and a dense killing intent rose in his heart.

As soon as Chen Yi finished speaking, that strange, baby-like cry that sent chills down the spine echoed again. Before anyone could react, a terrifying suction descended, drawing Chen Yi and his companions irresistibly toward the chamber.

“Ora, definitely!” Wang Xuanlong replied, channeling his true energy. The Xuanyuan Sword shot forth, and with a cold shout, “Break!” the sword’s tip danced in the air, opening a black-violet spatial rift before him. He glanced at Liu Xiaoling, nodded slightly, and stepped into the rift.

It was indeed Zhao Yun. Liu Bei was overjoyed, grabbing Zhao Yun’s arms and examining him closely. He suddenly noticed Zhao Yun was carrying a bundle, and his gaze paused.

In the newly occupied Kalun City, Wu Sangui ordered the entire army to rest and reorganize, while dispatching countless scouts in all directions to gather information.