Chapter 94: She Is the Other Woman

In the next few auction items, most were rather unique spiritual materials. Although these things were quite rare, they lacked the allure of finished products. After all, obtaining these materials meant one would still need to find someone to refine them, a process that was both time-consuming and laborious, not to mention the uncertainty of success, which inevitably dampened the atmosphere.

The energy amassed in the Solar Furnace over three seconds burst forth in its entirety. The valuable alloy powder within the great blade resonated and, following the arc of the swing, landed on the orc. Pure energy vibrated through the razor-sharp alloy powder, which, upon contact with the orc’s body, violently tore through and stripped away the layers of alloy.

All the windows shattered in an instant as another group surged in. Both sides stood poised for battle, swords drawn, the confrontation on the verge of erupting.

At Ye Feng’s current level, breaking through his bottleneck would require considerable time and effort, slowly wearing it down bit by bit—a process that was the normal path of cultivation for a mage.

Yet Lin Mengxue was a true anomaly. She idled along, watched a few battles, completed a red-level quest, and was rewarded with a unique hidden class transfer certificate. It was truly unbelievable.

Murong Chen, already overtaxed mentally, returned to the Lord God’s space and immediately had the Lord God repair the nearly invisible spiritual fatigue and damage. At this point, Murong Chen had no desire to move on his own; he was too lazy even to walk.

Her enchanting figure shone brilliantly under the sunset, the even and upright lines of her body swaying gently in the breeze, intoxicating all who beheld her.

Then, suddenly, it was discovered that a new iron door had appeared in the room, standing open, its threshold swallowed in darkness.

“Transformed technology into art?” Elusa was somewhat astonished. In her eyes, technology and art were two words that could never be connected.

Honestly, Murong Chen was also toying with the situation. Otherwise, against Luo Yinglong’s ancient Golden Core methods, he could have dispatched him in an instant—even with just this pseudo-heroic spirit avatar. At least in terms of cultivation and techniques, this avatar and his true self were identical.

Luo Qian had personally grilled the food. His barbecue skills were certainly no match for professional chefs or barbecue stands, but in his previous life, he had enjoyed barbecuing with friends and family during festivals, so he was passable.

Once again, after blocking her throwing knife and forcing her back with a punch, I caught sight of her silhouette from the corner of my eye.

They drank heavily and spoke at length. Qing Li felt a rare sense of exhilaration. Suddenly, she glanced around—the bar was awash in dazzling lights, and the crowd moved up and down to the pulsating music.

At this moment, Wu Liren was extremely anxious, yet remained clueless and could only worry silently. He immediately sent someone to inquire about the situation of Ran Min and Guo Kan’s armies.

My makeup, like always, was simple. A touch of foundation to thicken my complexion and add dimension to my face sufficed. The senior who did my makeup took less than three minutes.

To be honest, I wasn’t particularly concerned about Yan Yuer and her connection to that handsome guy beside her. Once Yuer’s heart was moved, her gestures would be bold—linking arms, for instance. But now, though she still smiled, there lingered a subtle sense of distance and detachment.

Meili’s reconnaissance yielded no valuable intelligence. The only thing of note was that she spotted, five or six kilometers to the west, human activity clad in attire reminiscent of ancient Chinese dress.

Wei Yan’s furious roar gradually restored order among the scattered Jingzhou troops, though their casualties were already severe. At this moment, the army on the mountainside charged down with shouts. Wei Yan, knowing the enemy had the high ground and a fight was unwise, was unwilling to accept defeat and thus ordered his forces to meet the ambushes on both flanks.

It was said they worked through the night—a 200-series excavator and three large dump trucks. This was the old school site, and the excavated soil was transported east to Xianyan Town for greening projects.

Upon arrival, the courtyard gates were wide open, and the motorcade drove directly into the grand mansion built on the hillside.

“Master, please calm your anger. It is this maid’s fault—I failed to watch over the Second Prince, who ran outside and fell on the rocks…” Gu Wanli, seeing how furious Zhuang Mengdie was, immediately knelt to confess her guilt.

After so much time together, it was impossible not to have understood Xie Haodong’s character by now.

At the adjacent table, two burly men watched their companion’s antics as if enjoying a show.

This thought caused everyone present to grow suspicious, each casting wary glances at the members of the Sun family around them, as if anyone could be the culprit.

The Martial Seed had now assumed the form of a bagua, with the Trigram of Water finally settling after various feedbacks from the Celestial Eye of Fate.

“Sir, how could there be only one ledger?” Xie’s tone was now tinged with slickness and a trace of smugness at his success.

By relying on his formidable physique to pin down the divine realm’s forces, he enabled the Silver Dragon King to escape, leaving open a slim chance for a future comeback.

This strange celestial fire burned without consuming the surrounding plants or harming the mountainside. Yet, any outsider who approached would be incinerated to ashes.

With each arrow loosed, the resentful spirit’s body was further shattered, until only its head remained.

Yet today, for some reason, the Nine-Headed Serpent gazed at the blazing sun and felt something unfamiliar.

After this test, Liu Wanyong breathed a small sigh of relief. The matter had nothing to do with Ramona, and since Hans was willing to compromise, it meant his hostility was not deep—he simply didn’t want them to slip away. Perhaps he would come to see them again in the future.