Chapter 26

Because Ma Li had her mobile phone with her when she "jumped onto the tracks to commit suicide," and since normal people do not use a pile of phones simultaneously, neither the police investigating the scene nor her parents, who had come from her hometown to collect her belongings, really noticed that items had been stolen from her room.

The crowd responded in agreement, expressing their understanding. Only the row of black-robed magicians from Wuling Mountain said nothing; that was not what they were concerned about.

No one knew what had happened, but the barrier between worlds had always been incredibly stable. Yet one day, an intersection between two worlds inadvertently tore open a massive rift, a rift that led to a world of absolute darkness, devoid of even a shred of light.

Others could not fathom Ju Shou’s state of mind; only he could understand that this victory had been strange. He knew full well what kind of person Guan Ping was. An old general under Lu Bu’s command had once beaten Guan Ping until he was toothless. What exactly was Lu Bu plotting by elevating both him and Guan Ping to such world-renowned status?

Some might ask, can there really be such a vast difference in the spiritual efficacy of elixirs refined by alchemists using the same grade and the same prescription?

"Well, it is both yes and no. Naturally, what the Mountain Ancestor commands is the standard for the trial," the Second Elder said. His words were filled with wisdom, a clever tactic to find and drink the Monkey Wine. In any case, his goal was to find Long Yang; finding the Monkey Wine was merely a secondary benefit, like killing two birds with one stone.

Long Yang sat cross-legged on the bed, eyes closed, hands resting upon his knees. With a slight shimmer of his figure, he vanished from the bed.

After saying this, he stared toward the Jiangnan region with bloodshot eyes, filled with a sea of hatred. A cackling sound escaped him as he gnashed his teeth so hard in his extreme fury that they shattered.

Thus, the matter of the Martial Compilation Bureau was settled. The bureau would fall under the Ministry of War, and the official in charge would be Song Zhiming, a man promoted by Wang Mingyang.

"Young man, isn't it a bit improper for you to come here uninvited?" Zhou Zibo sneered. As long as this student lacked a powerful background, he had a hundred ways to make him cry and beg for mercy.

Commander Yang clashed with the monster-warrior, who had transformed from a burly man. Both were experts within the True Spirit Realm; every exchange caused massive tremors and destruction, making it difficult for ordinary True Spirit Realm cultivators to intervene.

Throughout the square, large banners were plastered, much like celebrity news advertisements on Earth. They proclaimed that the Princess of the Divine Kingdom would be tossing an embroidered ball the day after tomorrow to choose a husband, seeking a life partner, and hoping for talented and handsome men to come forward as candidates.

However, if one could utilize heavenly lightning, a large-scale purification of the soul would surely increase efficiency, though this method remained to be explored.

"Damn it, I... I am not an old man!" The old man felt it was slightly inappropriate to refer to himself as "Grandpa," but at that moment, he could think of no other term, so he just continued along that line.

But beef and mutton were not his goal; he had come to find "opportunity" and "clues." Yet what was opportunity? Where did it lie? All of this was ambiguous, with no consensus. Logically speaking, finding some object or meeting some person could count as an opportunity. But in a city as large as Baotou, he truly did not know where to begin.

After that day, Dongfang Rumeng did not visit Buzheng’s Snow Peak for several days. Buzheng was happy to have the peace and quiet, taking the time to properly digest what Dongfang Rumeng had taught him and integrating it into his own martial arts.

Zhao Si’s mind went blank, but the man in the car moved. His gaze shifted, and those eyes, which seemed capable of piercing through everything, took in everything at the scene. Whether it was material or spiritual, nothing seemed able to escape his insight.

Crow, Meiren, and the even more unconventional Yang Yichen were entirely "wild cards." Their coordination lacked tactical hand signals or any standardized combat maneuvers; either they failed to sync, or if they did, a single look was enough for them to understand each other's intentions.

However, the manuscript he had obtained from the human thieves was written on paper unlike any he had ever seen.

Lin Zheng was no exception, though his relationship with Chen Zhentian was not very good. After they exchanged polite but insincere pleasantries, Lin Zheng rose to leave, claiming he had urgent business.

"Holy cow! Whose Hummer is that? It’s so damn cool!" Chen Wei’s expression was full of envy, his mouth practically watering. His two classmates, Li Guang and Liu Jun, also cast looks of envy and admiration.

In an instant, Guoluo felt a surging, overwhelming power continuously pouring from the opponent’s fist—another instance of spiritual energy projection. That dense spiritual energy rushed forth, surging into Guoluo’s flesh and blood with a tyrannical force, intent on running wild.

Early the next morning, Guo Nianfei rose early. As soon as she got up, Uesugi Keiko was still sleeping beside her.

Bing Ruya and Han Tarote were each holding an elf in their arms, so they remained in their original positions, having not moved an inch, merely battling each other using their respective skills.

"Hehehe~" Guo Nianfei giggled foolishly. She stepped out of the elevator and entered her presidential suite. In the living room, An’an, Taozi, Ling Xue’er, and Uesugi Keiko were all sitting on the sofa. Looking at the intimacy and harmony among the four, it was clear that their relationship was excellent.

Burdened with worry, Liu Fan finally returned to Guzang City in early March. As soon as he arrived at the gates of the manor, he saw Cai Yan leading Ren Hongchang, Ma Yunlu, Mi Zhen, and Zhen Tuo. Ren Hongchang and Zhen Tuo already had round, pregnant bellies, and the eldest son, Liu Jian, was being held by his wet nurse. Joy filled the faces of all five beauties.

However, at that moment, Master Huaizhi could not even kill the Divine Dragon Evil Lord, let alone these bold Tibetan assassins. In the end, Master Huaizhi relied on his own martial arts to subdue all the assassins, who were captured by the imperial troops and brought into the military tent of Grand Marshal Yang Hong for interrogation.

Outside the Cauldron of Fortune and Luck, Zhuang Jian created a projection of himself and directly twisted the rules. Within a short moment, three years passed inside the Cauldron.

With a thought, Zhuang Jian sealed off the void for ten thousand miles around, effectively cutting off any retreat for the people who had come from the Heavenly Floating Palace.

After suffering defeat in the territory of Xue Yankui, Xue Yanshou did not return to the Nine Dragons Mountain. Unwilling to accept the outcome of repeated failures, he led tens of thousands of soldiers to retreat and hold their ground in the territory of Xue Yanming, preparing to use the Great Chieftain Xue Yanming to continue blocking the pilgrims.

It was many years ago, and it was a mentor who had once guided his cultivation. Because of his innate talent, the man had never taken him on as an official disciple, but he, Lin Wanfeng, had always been grateful and kept it in his heart.