Chapter 60

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The various sections across the plaza slowly stepped back. After dispersing, opponents were decided by drawing lots, forming tens of thousands of dueling grounds.
Upon seeing this fiend-like man, Lu Lu was initially struck with shock. He gradually calmed his mind, pondering that judging by this man's appearance, he was certainly no ordinary person and was very likely one of the figures from the Water Margin. And among the Water Margin characters who possessed such a fierce and forbidding look, there was only Li Kui.
As it turned out, in the front hall, Cheng Yaojin was sitting comfortably in a rocking chair, holding a bowl of wine, with Huajiao and Hujiao attending to him on either side—one fanning him while the other held thinly sliced spiced beef. Cheng Yaojin was completely at ease, alternating between sips of wine and bites of meat.
"Well, let's just leave it at that. Let him grow up healthy until he's eighteen," Cheng Yan said, glancing at the wall clock in the coffee shop, a faint, inexplicable wicked smile curling his lips. Cheng Nuo shivered instinctively.
Having been somewhat bitterly tricked by Cheng Chumiao, Yuchi Baolin had no choice but to silently endure his father's fury.
Of course, the credit for Jiang Qi's great name spreading throughout Luoyang undoubtedly belonged to Cai Yan. Upon returning to Luoyang that evening, Cai Yan excitedly told her father, Cai Yong, about the "Barbarian Without Hu" song she had just heard not long ago.
A fierce battle seemed to have taken place within this realm of inner demons; the earth was shattered into pieces, wails echoed everywhere, rivers were stained with blood, and the distant spatial rifts had yet to be fully repaired. Violent primordial gales raged, crazily slashing about like sharp immortal swords that had traveled across time and space.
Xuanyuan Potian felt instantly as though the sky were collapsing. He suffered from suffocating pressure, cold sweat poured down, and his legs trembled uncontrollably. It was not out of fear; facing the overwhelming imperial might of a Great Emperor, let alone him, even an Immortal King or a Divine King would not dare to breathe loudly.
Wang Xingxin and Liu Gangzi hurriedly unloaded the firewood and carried it next to each stove to make boiling water easier.
Hu Ximei immediately bowed and retreated. With a whistle by her ear, Li Jiao transformed into a rainbow streak and sped away instantly.
Wu Hebong did not answer, but his expression was clear to Wu Lide, who knew that his father was giving his tacit approval.
"Hey, I saved someone in the midst of danger. If you don't believe me, ask Suyi; she came with me of her own accord," Ke Junli shifted the topic to Qin Suyi, his gaze smiling as if waiting to see her choice.
This was precisely because one had to use one's own actions to soothe the other half's emotions and provide them with a sense of security.
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Perhaps because it was not the weekend, there were not many people in the bar. Lin Feng had booked a Boss booth, had the bartender bring several kinds of imported liquor, beer, and red wine, and even specifically called for a mixologist.
After a moment, she gritted her teeth, let out a half-heavy, half-light hum, reached out to open the cigarette case in the center console, pulled out a cigarette, lowered the car window, and knitted her brows as she shielded the small flame to light it, yet failed repeatedly to strike a spark.
"Waiting for you," Qin Sihao felt that even the temperature of his breath as he spoke had grown feverishly hot.
Ruhua sighed, closed her eyes, and realized she still had not changed the fate of her past life—Qi Hu had still passed away. Could it be that not a single one of the padded cotton jackets and down garments she sent had been worn by those twenty thousand soldiers? In their past lives, weren't they the ones trapped in the valley and frozen to death?
Xiao Yiqin sat on the double armchair, his left palm resting on the armrest, holding a smoking cigarette in his right hand, scrutinizing Cheng Yang who stood in the center of the room.
Zhou Ziwei was in a bad mood. Early in the morning, she had been thoroughly infuriated by her mother-in-law, yet had nowhere to vent her anger. She felt that if life continued this way, she would eventually collapse.
"Hmph! You're the one who wastes the most time," Lisa muttered unhappily to Bruce while pulling clothes out of her spatial pocket.
"Just you lot coming here to pick up scraps, not even afraid you won't have your lives to spend it!" the newcomer said viciously to these greedy people.
Therefore, Ming Yekong decided to remain silent, staring straight at Yi Yun as if he could pluck a flower from his face, while cursing inwardly. He had originally wanted to open the third celestial array, the "Seeking Truth Port," but considering there were too many people above, he ultimately dismissed the thought.
At this moment, she couldn't help but feel grateful that no one was beside her pillow after waking up. While there was a tiny trace of loss, there was far more relief; otherwise, she truly wouldn't know how to face Tang Hengan.
Wu Zhutian let out a furious roar. Consumed by envy, jealousy, and hatred, the Thunder Mountain Palm in his chest erupted with one hundred and twenty percent of its usual might, fiercely clashing head-on against the tree grain patterns.
The giant serpent seemed to sense something and suddenly rushed toward the wooden box in midair regardless of everything. Its scarlet tongue flashed by like lightning, as if it intended to swallow the wooden box whole.
In fact, Xu Ruobing also knew that if she and Shen Lie made the cause and effect completely clear, Shen Lie would certainly give her this treasure once it was obtained.
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Moreover, this object caused damage to both parties. Yun Jiuxiao, being a Grand Master, had only crafted such a talisman for Yun Yi when the latter was a child, and as a result, his own vital energy was severely injured, while Yun Yi himself nearly suffered a fatal backlash.
Those with tool martial souls could materialize their martial souls, directly summoning weapons of all strange forms and varieties, whose power was even greater than that of weapons forged from physical materials.
Apocalyptic hunters had also been popular in the City H base for several months. As apocalyptic hunters who went out to scavenge supplies, they could fall asleep huddled in a corner almost every day, and fill their stomachs by casually stuffing two biscuits into their mouths, naturally unable to maintain the level of cleanliness of an ordinary team.
"Listen up, you inside! By order of the Prince of Qingdu, we are here to apprehend criminals. Open the manor gates, and all unrelated personnel are to step aside," an official shouted loudly in Chinese.
Although his cultivation realm was a notch higher than Lu Fei's, he was currently poisoned, and his condition was clearly somewhat abnormal. Therefore, he did not strike rashly; instead, he wanted to persuade Lu Fei as much as possible, wishing to avoid drawing swords against him directly.
Shui Ruyue's body immediately slid backward, her head slamming instantly against the coffee table beside her. The wine bottle on top fell off, and the liquor spilled all over Shui Ruyue, soaking her entirely from head to toe.
"These golden needles are the tools of my trade as a physician; I won't sell them for any price, and they aren't effective forever either." Shui Tianlan reinserted the golden needle into her forehead, and the pain stopped immediately.
The husband and wife chatted while letting the children make a fuss as they pleased; the children had their own ways of playing, and Zhou Quan and Chen Xin could also enjoy their own cozy time.
In other words, once a cultivator consumed this white mushroom, their spiritual consciousness would become hazy and blurry, giving a sense of lost perception, though their cultivation realm would not drop. Simply put, having this white mushroom could turn a person into a puppet.
Utilizing the bright moonlight, Xu Zhi and the other two carefully inspected the terrain and deployment of the Luokou Granary. High watchtowers stood at the east, west, south, and north gates of the granary, with soldiers holding torches maintaining all-night vigilant patrols, while other soldiers marched in formations below. With the granary's defenses being this airtight, probably even a bat would find it hard to slip inside.
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