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The crowd offstage continued whispering among themselves, but Gu Feng hung his head dejectedly and nodded—his temperament indeed needed refinement.

“When will it be fixed? The sky barrier around the four walls outside has been reactivated. If this drags on, those who cleared the path will all be ruined,” the man in the cloak said anxiously.

After learning that Pei Min had entered Xiao Pass, Li Heng, despite commanding an army of a hundred thousand, felt uneasy deep down, as if Pei Min was a prize already in his grasp but still out of reach.

If he fell and was shattered beyond recognition, with his remains only discovered years later by chance and buried without a name, no one would ever know the story of this young herb collector. His tomb would be like those of countless predecessors—anonymous, forgotten. Until then, he would be company to only three lonely, restless spirits.

Fang Aihua listened but felt reluctant. With only an eighty-year-old mother at home and unable to care for Fang Xingbao properly, she could only nod in resignation.

Pei Min’s martial skills were extraordinarily formidable. Though not specializing in hand-to-hand combat, his speed was comparable to wielding weapons. In fact, his attacks were harder to defend against due to their short range.

Hearing Kate’s words, Xiao finally released her. Seeing that Kate was smiling and asking about Li Yue, who sat quietly to the side, he assumed Kate did not know him and thus spoke to her.

However, the energy of the talismans could not match the elemental power of fire. With Lin Xuan’s spiritual energy backing them, the talisman’s power was limited. Seeing themselves losing ground and the defensive formation’s core about to collapse, anxiety mounted.

The fury-clouded mind was shocked by the plant-type beast’s provocation, instantly calming the man. With his composure restored, Xiao Rong sensed the problem.

Gu Xingbao glanced at the mischievous child laughing shamelessly and couldn’t help but admire this strategist.

Ming Yuan was utterly stunned but concluded that Chen Feng’s efforts over the past twenty days had been in vain. Yet Ming Yuan never had high expectations of Chen Feng. The time was too short, and the secret techniques of Jinguang Temple were unsuitable for outsiders to practice. It was normal to gain nothing.

“Would the organizers allow you to sing in such a setting?” Yang Buhuai asked with some concern.

“I was escorting a classmate home, watched some TV there, and heard a singer named Yu Lu perform a song. Suddenly, I thought of you...” the man said gently.

The raft sped forward, leaving a long white wake on the sea surface, which soon calmed again.

Sighing, Sister Xue heard Cheng Qing mention the National Day, and her hopes instantly faded.

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Youzi Shi felt a sudden buzzing in his head, as if struck by countless electric currents, the pain splitting his skull. He lost consciousness and collapsed weakly at the door.

Ling Zhoutian’s dissatisfaction stemmed entirely from his lofty intellectual standards. Had he paid attention to the manned spacecraft on Earth, he would have been thoroughly satisfied with his current environment.

Colette was the first to pass through the World Gate, arriving in the Reincarnation Transcendent World. Regardless of other places, safety here was the foremost priority.

Chen Feng and Haoxue discussed briefly and planned to sneak into the cave under cover of darkness to assess the situation. Quietly, they waited as the sun gradually tilted westward and finally set. Looking west, the landscape was bathed in red. The water shimmered like crushed rubies under the sunset.

Wang Yuande fell silent, unsure whether to reveal his boss’s identity, as the boss had once shown him kindness.

A massive table appeared before her mat, laden with a variety of delicious foods.

Zhang Chong knew well this scene had been prepared long in advance, merely a show put on for him.

They tried to sense the strange creatures, discovering their lives were intact but unable to pinpoint their exact locations.

Those gathered around the campfire saw something fly into the flames and assumed someone was playing a prank by throwing a stone. They cursed and glanced around, but all they could see was endless darkness.

A giant rat, covered in blood, lay motionless in the sink, its fate uncertain but clearly gravely injured.

No wonder he was an internationally renowned painter. Even an outsider like her could tell his work was extraordinary.

Qin Changsheng furrowed his brows upon realizing his wives were not here, losing patience to linger.

However, these guards had seen Ye Chen enter the Forbidden City with Tu Yuanlong’s convoy and knew he was no ordinary man. Naturally, they dared not take any coercive action against him.

They had fought the Four Heavenly Kings for so long; now that the Western King suddenly surrendered, they were still adjusting.

“Fang Yiming?” Liu Lang knew nothing about the entertainment world and had no idea who Fang Yiming was.

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Though surprised, no matter how hard they looked, they found nothing. Surely they wouldn’t just go ask the elders directly.

Their discussion concerned certain old humans transported to this era by time travel, who were attempting to stir trouble under the guise of peace. They debated how best to deal with these people.

Unfortunately, those people never truly realized that Rong Xuan was the Ziwei Palace. Had they been bolder, they might have succeeded. Instead, they hesitated and lost a great opportunity.

Shen Fan spent an entire day working on his territory’s roads. In the evening, Meng Hong returned from training the troops with good news for Shen Fan.

Annoyed by the noise outside, unable to bear his explosive temper, someone suddenly pushed open the door.

Seeing this, Bai Yunfei transmitted his voice directly into their minds—a method even more discreet than internal force transmission.

The sect leader of the Heavenly Dao Sect, Wang Xuedao, frowned after hearing the news. He hurriedly practiced his cultivation technique but coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

Now, I have a slight grievance with Gu An—there should have been two rooms so I could have some peace of mind.

The third attribute was inferior compared to the first two, but still formidable compared to typical village traits.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the river. Before I could make out who it was, an arrow flew at me. In a flash, I swung out the Heaven and Earth Blade.

The reason for not immediately returning was to observe the outcome of the fight between Yun Yu and Tang Shang. If Tang Shang won, he would surely summon his controlled cultivators to leave.

To enter the first level of the formation with one’s consciousness and break out within an hour marked a prodigy of formations. To pass the second level and exit within three hours indicated a potential master of formation arts at the sect level.