Chapter 38

When the burly middle-aged man appeared, the armored powerhouse of the Supreme Realm on the warship narrowed his eyes as he looked over.

Even so, Taoist arts deeply connected to talismans—such as spell incantations, hand seals, and ritual pacing—were gradually declining. While not entirely abandoned, they had long since lost their former glory.

Liao Zhiguo fell into a brief silence. It was true; if that group had guns, no amount of martial arts would matter. As the saying goes, in the face of absolute power, all techniques are but fleeting clouds.

"Is this really the case?" The fire in Deng Huang’s heart flared up once more. If this were true, it would be proof enough that Wu Zhenzhong in Qingzhou already harbored rebellious thoughts. If he didn't teach Wu Zhenzhong a lesson, the man would surely forget who held the true authority here.

Xuan Caixia had arrived at the barbecue stall before him. She chose a seat in the furthest corner, making it easier for their upcoming conversation to remain private.

Wang Pinqiu rolled her eyes and said in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "Let’s play a game. The game is called: whoever speaks first is a big dummy." After saying this, she placed her index finger on her lips, signaling Hu Tu to remain silent.

"Grandmother, please, you must not come over right now. I’m afraid you’ll scare her away. Give me three months; after three months, you’ll have good news, alright?" Upon hearing that his grandmother was planning to fly over immediately, Ji Xiaohan’s expression grew anxious.

That was the first time Xiao Han had taken the initiative to woo someone. In the past, it had always been others trying to befriend her, rather than her actively seeking out new friends.

Lan Yanxi watched from afar as her grandfather sat among a group of other elderly people. He tilted his head, smiling happily as he studied a chessboard, as if the mundane affairs of the world no longer concerned him. He no longer wore a troubled expression; instead, he seemed as simple and carefree as a child.

Liang Luan reached the level of approaching the Great Hidden, and then Han Xin brought out the treasures he had prepared, feeding them to Liang Luan one by one.

"Ancestor, Tianxing understands. I know I cannot cultivate immortality, but I still wish to learn about the world of cultivators, just to broaden my horizons," Tianxing said with a smile.

Having eaten and drunk their fill, with the sea breeze blowing periodically, Shen Fei and Chen Xin enjoyed a very cozy afternoon nap.

If one did speak, the stiff, robotic tone, devoid of any human warmth, only made them seem more like a walking ice sculpture.

The heavy traffic of the city, the glitz and glamour of the deep alleys, the surging crowds at the intersections, and the wandering singers chanting of life’s ebbs and flows—human beings are both the authors and the carriers of stories.

The biggest issue with this imitation lay in the control of light and shadow. To emphasize the natural scenery, Constable had deepened the sunlight reflecting through the woods, making it even brighter. This painting, however, was relatively weaker in its sense of light.

Before Ji Qingxi could offer a reminder, Wei Zi began to cough, prompting Ji Qingxi to hurriedly pat her on the back.

Shen Fei and Deng Feiyao stepped out of the car, basking in the envious gazes of the crowd as they walked toward Yue Ru Feng Xue.

Walking up to Qing Yuan and Gongshu Tian, Gan Yi glanced at Tianxing, his lips twitching slightly as he signaled his goodwill.

The weather in Beishi was much hotter than in Yangcheng. Stepping from indoors to outdoors felt like moving from the depths of winter into the height of summer. The scorching sun beat down, so stinging that Qin Jiayan could barely keep his eyes open.

Taking the water glass handed to her by Yan Shishi, Ni Qing drank half of it in one breath before turning her gaze to Yan Shishi.

Lan Tian opened it to find a "Wood Heart Card," which contained nothing but a green, heart-shaped gemstone.

Jin Caikun, having been sent flying several yards away, had no time to vent his anger on Xiao Pinming before the rich, bell-like voice from within Wei’an Hall swept over him, overwhelming and absolute.

The two began to recount events back and forth. After a few students had honestly come forward one by one to offer their apologies, and things had finally quieted down, they were shooed away by Mr. Cui.

After Shao Baocai had dumped her there, Xiao Pinming had been grinding her molars, brewing her anger in the water of her teacup. Hearing Hu Qiankun’s words just then, she suddenly felt amused instead of angry.

That was not all. Zhu Jingbo reached back in to extract the heart, and after processing it, he threw the intestines and the heart into a bowl.

Therefore, upon seeing this, Namikaze Minato finally understood why Uchiha Fugaku had kept this secret technique so tightly in his grasp, refusing to let it go.

Consequently, the most common cultivation talent found in Meteor City was merely first or second grade; a genius with a fourth-grade spiritual root would be highly sought after even within a major sect.

Xu Zihao stared blankly at Master Lei Zun. Some of what was said he understood, but some he did not.

Qian He smiled and nodded at her, then instructed Yingzi, "Little Sister Yingzi, cats are natural carnivores and need to obtain a large amount of nutrients from raw meat and fish; however, their digestive systems are very delicate and cannot digest food made of rice or flour. If they eat too much, they will easily fall ill."

Beside Ye Feng, Feng Shang’s mouth hung open, his face a mask of astonishment and shock, completely unable to believe what was happening before his eyes.

Yan Bin nodded. As long as the Ancient Emperor was not harmed in this operation, that was all that mattered. After all, if the Ancient Emperor were hurt here, his own heart would not be at peace.

"Then do you remember their features?" Xia Yu had to find some clues if he wanted to track them down.

"Brother Hun, do not be impatient. I merely offered a suggestion. As for the fate of these few, that depends on the Ancestor’s appetite," the Extreme Yin Demon King laughed heartily.