Chapter 64

"Is there any possibility that the enemy is underground?" he whispered to Tsunade beside him, taking care not to shatter the prevailing tranquility.

"What?!" Gina bounded up upon hearing this. In her view, the Sanctuary was already the pinnacle of existence in this world; even she had only gained Campus's recognition due to a slim chance of ascending to the Sanctuary. Yet, the number of Sanctuary powerhouses who had already perished at Cyber's hands was a staggering three.

Yang Qingyi walked straight over, sat down beside the man, and poured herself a cup of tea, mimicking his previous action.

Zhu Youjian suddenly recalled the despairing look on Yang Qingyi's face earlier in the main hall of Qixiang Palace. It was because he had been consumed by his own despair that he had overlooked her heartache.

Feng Xuanyuan walked up to Feng Linlu, picked up a handkerchief to wipe away the tears on Feng Linlu's cheeks, and said in a low voice with a curled smile.

Zhao the Vixen's spoken English certainly could not compare to that of people like Ye Xiao and Hong Jingtian, but it was still enough to make Hong Jingtian's eyes light up.

The interaction between father and son was no different from usual, so much so that Sangsang did not notice anything amiss.

The rear-guard enemies who launched the sneak attack had it even worse! The parasites that could previously coexist reasonably with living hosts instantly transformed into murderous weapons. They burst out like madmen from every available orifice—eyes, nostrils, mouths, anuses—producing a spectacle that would cause even a seasoned ninja's hair to stand on end.

This meant that the day of her departure from the Prince Xin Mansion was fast approaching, while the day of Zhu Youxiao's death was also gradually drawing near.

Takama Naoki's words had essentially satirized both sides. Neither the Leaf Village nor the Sand Village truly trusted one another, yet if both sides remained mutually distrustful, there was indeed no need for cooperation.

Unlike ordinary humans who gradually cultivated abilities or acquired them by slaying foreign entities, Feng Youyou's previous growth, while progressing step-by-step like a human's, resembled unsealing much more than leveling up.

Because her previous investigation had deeply angered Quan Zhen, she was asking this now to ascertain whether there was still any possibility of them remaining friends—though in her heart she could vaguely be certain that Quan Zhen had already forgiven her, she still wanted to hear it from her own lips.

"Let me offer this cup of wine as an apology to Brother Chen!" Zhao Xiu downed the small amount of red wine in his goblet in a single gulp.

"It's just injecting you, milady, with some sleeping potion so you won't make such a fuss, and then taking good care of your three meals a day," Hu Hai said.

Judging from the initial rumors of abduction, the earliest group of youths had likely been trapped here for eight or nine days.

"Heh, what a rarity! It's the first time I've ever encountered someone with the exact same taste as me," Liang Yiyi said through clenched teeth.

A deafening roar echoed, the blinding light engulfing the hundred-zhang expanse of the Arhat Hall, followed by a succession of shattering crashes.

It turned out that when standing beside the one you loved, the world would bloom with brilliant fireworks amidst the stillness, so beautiful that he wished to capture this single instant forever.

Although the gazes of the two did not meet, they were subtly linked together because they were both fixed upon the unceasingly flowing river below.

"Sigh, this is somewhat lacking," Li Si sighed, and then proceeded to assign tasks to these ghost servants.

Following that, his eyes flickered slightly as he watched the rapidly descending figure of the Demon Slayer, as if contemplating something, yet he still did not make a move.

Nie Rong furrowed his brow; his primordial spirit had been invaded by a strange force that penetrated deep into his marrow, filling him with a sense of mortal peril.

Most importantly, he despised the actions of the Evil Lord, and anyone associated with him naturally could not be much better.

Furthermore, Meng Qinghai's foundation was still insufficient. Although they were both at the Great Completion stage of the Condensing Yuan Realm, Meng Qinghai's true qi was far from being as profound as his. In fact, during combat, Qianyun had a feeling that a single head-on collision would be enough to defeat him.

To all appearances, Xialiu was not using any martial techniques at the moment, but rather swinging the Golden-Hooped Rod quite casually. However, those present were top-tier experts, so naturally, they did not think so simply.

Jiang Keshu was momentarily stunned. Her culinary skills had been learned from international master chefs, and her standard was praised even by those very masters. Could it be that after not cooking for a while, her skills had regressed?

Mad Martial Warrior flew into a frenzy, his long hair dancing wildly, his muscles erupting with formidable power, doubling the strength of his fists.

To halt this terrifying devouring force, Qin Hao had no choice but to continue deploying the Profound Yin Bell, leveraging the power of the Nine Provinces' Wrath to contend against that destructive energy.

For a long time, as the night grew ever deeper, the smile on her face gradually faded, and even the expression in her eyes turned unfathomable.

Zhao Yinuo called out with a guilty conscience, but received no response. Yet at the back of her neck, she once again felt that sensation of someone blowing wind upon her.

Shi Hui recalled the apocalyptic world she had survived. At first, zombies were scarce, but later on? One infected another, and consequently, more lives had to be sacrificed to salvage the situation. Corpses and zombies were equally infectious, and what made it even more terrifying was that corpses knew how to conceal their identities; as long as they hid themselves, tracking them down became exceedingly difficult.

After entering, facing the approaching receptionist, Zhou Zetian took Tang Bingyu by the hand and said with a beaming smile.

Zhong Nan had commissioned Ye Xianggao to compile a directory of candidates, including their current official positions, ages, the year they passed the imperial examinations, their general moral character, and so forth. Ye Xianggao knew that Zhong Nan's goal was to recruit potential talent, so he kept the evaluative portions as objective as possible to avoid leaving a poor impression in the superior's mind.

An immensely powerful shockwave swept outward, causing the surrounding space to tremble violently as vast stretches of it collapsed.

He had seized total control of the entire northern region in a mere three years, leaping overnight from a dissolute playboy to a favored court favorite, attracting countless admiring and envious gazes. On the very day the imperial edict was issued, the Prince Yan Mansion was flooded with countless invitations for banquets, poetry gatherings, and scenic tours; the once-deserted Prince's residence instantly transformed into the focal point of the entire Shengjing.

"Gorgeous, truly gorgeous," Grandpa Zhou agreed with a nod. After recovering from her initial startle, Tang Bingyu quickly collected herself, a shy yet poised smile gracing her face.

Gathering the primordial energy of heaven and earth, he leaped into the air and unleashed several palm strikes. The surging, violent primordial energy surged toward Bai Yu, causing the surrounding space to tremble and fracture with minute cracks.

Yang Xuchen had received an imperial reward for no apparent reason, so he stepped out of the ranks to bow and express his gratitude. Ji Jingxi refrained from making any inappropriate remarks, causing Yang Qian to heave a profound sigh of relief, while everyone else looked on with gazes full of envy.

After ushering Tang Bingyu outside, Zhou Zetian shut the bedroom door directly, cutting off the villagers' prying eyes from outside. Only the assistant director and four other cameramen remained inside the room.

If cultivators of the Wu Dynasty wished to enter the inner city, they merely needed to present a registered identity badge, whereas foreign cultivators were required to go to the municipal office to obtain a temporary identity badge before gaining entry.