Chapter 43: Dr. Qiao, A Good Doctor

“If you have something to say, just say it. Asking for leave is out of the question,” came Teacher Zhang’s voice over the phone. Hearing this, I was left speechless.

So, Liu Wei quickly changed his approach and called Shi Jing, telling her about his plan.

Long Yongsheng, that guy, spoke without a hint of embarrassment or hesitation, and his manner toward Duanmu Wu was nothing short of respectful.

“All right, enough of that, let’s start drinking,” Ye Mo said when he saw there was nothing amusing left, and everyone agreed.

After Long Zhan completed some formalities with the major and received an identity card, Zhu Hao led him down by elevator to a basement. There, they boarded an electric vehicle that took them to an underground hall.

Lin Xinxin let out a breath of relief upon hearing this, and a faint sense of anticipation welled up inside her. She followed Shen Zhan’s footsteps toward the butterfly perched on the flower.

“Elder, you misunderstand me. Back when we spent a whole year searching for someone with the Earthly Yin God body and found nothing, there was not a single trace of such a person.”

With that, Liu Wei raised his glass in a toast to Li Shao and Qiu Fei, then downed it in one gulp.

While Ding Renke and Huang Langshan were discussing Long Zhan, Long Zhan was also talking about them with Shi Huan.

The team began its breakout. According to Michael’s plan, Airmati would take point, while he would stay behind to cover the unit’s retreat.

As soon as the Celestial Armor entered his body, a wild surge of power exploded within him, the rich strength flooding into his dantian and then coursing through all his major meridians.

“Let’s hope the Land of Fallen Emperors doesn’t open too soon—at least not until I reach Tongshou Heaven. Otherwise, I really have no way to compete with Shaohao!” Yuan Beidou thought to himself.

If he beat them all up, having already started, there’d be no need to continue.

In this place, lacking even a bit of vigilance was extremely dangerous—one careless moment could cost you your life.

After all, alchemists on Earth are far too rare! Even the Daoist of Heavenly Waters doesn’t know how to refine pills! But now, Xiao Ming was an alchemist, and how could that not shock him?

Young Master Fanqiao could no longer restrain himself. He gave a low shout, his voice brimming with suppressed anger. Yi Jinglin, seeing Young Master Fanqiao so agitated, merely shrugged with a cold smile—he was quite pleased to see him like this.

Here, such a method was already extraordinary. Prince Jin had at least three stored attacks on him, two of which he’d already used. The third would be much weaker, and with the skill of the person in the painting, handling it would pose no problem.

Not only would struggling be futile, but it would also trap one’s arm, leaving it vulnerable to the worms that infiltrated everything. That thin Daoist uncle from the Maoshan Sect probably fell victim in this way. Fortunately, he acted decisively, sacrificing an arm to save his life.

Su Ye listened to Zhan Yuntian Dao’s explanation and couldn’t help but purse his lips discreetly. Still, this wasn’t the time to comment further.

Di Feng rushed over to find Professor Zhu already slumped on the ground, desperately pounding the floor with his hands, the skin torn and bleeding.

But at that moment, no one dared touch the matter. Zuo Zhu was too old and feared his father’s gentle disposition.

What had once been an independent space had become a demi-plane attached to the Nest World. Such a demi-plane, with its own set of laws, was a fundamental improvement over the Royal Domain.

Back in her bedroom, Gu Zhiru hurried to the bathroom and buried herself in bubbles, replaying scenes from the previous night. She could scarcely distinguish dream from reality.

Added to this were those common folk and warriors of Jiufeng who, corrupted by the Red Moon, had clearly become followers of a cult.

Zhan Wushuang suddenly sensed that there was something in the raw stone that called out to him.

Cheng Fang remembered the name “sample.” Sun Jing had mentioned it before: the research institute owed its current achievements to two and a half artifacts brought back by Zhou Tanguang and others from Divine Wood Island. One of them was this very sample.

“It’s nothing. My only task is to stop you from reaching North Sea City. The rest doesn’t concern me,” the man said, shaking his head to show Ye Zichen he didn’t care about the earlier incident.

On the lounge chair outside, Qin Xian—still bare-chested—heard Elder Xianguang’s instructions, replied “Yes,” then, after glancing at the thick fog around him, set his palm-leaf fan on the chair and walked toward the edge of the village.

Cao Zheng finally let go of his anxiety and didn’t even bother to ask what the Blood Ignition Technique was—one could tell from the name it was a mutual destruction move in battle.

To have conceived something so close to the truth was remarkable luck—almost as rare as winning the lottery.

Many looked on with sympathy. In his day, General Bai Yuan was famed, carving out territory for Qin with extraordinary merit. But because he’d fallen in love with the Qin princess and planned to elope, he was persecuted. Everyone thought he had gone into seclusion in the mountains, but in fact, he’d been hunted ever since.

The Blue Emperor frowned. This trip was for the investiture ceremony; he had no wish for further complications.

“I think it’s best to hide,” Elder Yaoshan advised. Judging by the aura of the person inside, if he acted, none present could withstand him.

Even Liu Zifeng was shocked speechless to see Chen Fan block bullets with a mere dagger and even slice them in two. His throat went dry in amazement.

Meanwhile, in the shadowy seaside villa in Haicheng, Su Qingdai puffed on her cigarette as she watched the online broadcast to the end.

Those mountains may seem heavy, but Han Qing knew well this was far from Xin Zhengnan’s limit. He was naturally gifted in strength; his laziness was all that kept his talent from showing.

Elder Shi fell silent at this, realizing the young man was not truly ignorant of Ye Qiu’s background, so he had nothing further to say.

“Really?” Ziyuan’s eyes instantly lit up upon hearing this. She understood that, though Ye Feng never spoke of it, this was the greatest concern weighing on his heart.