Volume 1, Chapter 54: I'm Here to... Borrow Money

Li Yi took a deep breath and stepped onto the stairs. Suddenly, the scene shifted, and Li Yi found himself in a desolate space. The gravity in this space remained at fifty times normal, but a rain of meteors began to fall from the sky.

He showed it to the middle-aged man and wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling fortunate that he had once worked in a restaurant and picked up some culinary skills.

However, this killing intent was different from ordinary killing intent. It was fused with spiritual power, possessing not only formidable lethality against the enemy's physical body but also the ability to attack the enemy's sea of consciousness. Otherwise, Li Yi would not have killed that powerful assassin so easily.

If they asked themselves honestly, anyone present would rather die here today alongside Momo than lay a hand on Momo themselves. Thus, they could only watch helplessly as that ball of white light gradually eroded Momo's body, unable to do a thing.

Midsummer had arrived, and the weather had become stiflingly hot. The vegetation on every mountain was lush and verdant, presenting a unique and vibrant beauty exclusive to summer.

Xue Wanghu continued to entice them with alluring words. A sharp glint flashed in everyone's eyes; at the thought of the rewards for the Human Rank tournament, death suddenly seemed far less terrifying.

The faint glow of fire illuminated the path ahead, and the entire dark, secret corridor was silent and deep. After walking like this for a short while, two profound and mysterious diverging paths appeared before them.

"Thank you, Brother Ming," Wang Dong said, taking it with a grateful expression. After wiping his face with it, his mind indeed felt a bit clearer. He screwed the cap back on and handed the bottle back to Ming Jie.

The room suddenly grew silent. After answering the previous question, Lu Lei seemed to have grasped something in his mind as well, occasionally glancing sideways at Xu Heng, wondering in his heart what question he would be asked next.

Sensing the power within him once more, Qing Binghe fell silent. Ever since a moment ago, he had felt a strange sensation in his body, as if something was reacting to Gan Yue's spiritual power and desperately wanting to burst out. He had been suppressing it all along, terrified that some unexpected accident might occur.

Because the Disciples of the Forgetting Sect were the fewest in number, Landi had arrived the earliest. After paying his respects to the inner true immortals and masters present, he sat down by himself.

Even though he felt no fear, his sole purpose thiscoming here was to gather willow-leaf coral, and he had not prepared to engage in a massive brawl.

"Cough, cough, cough..." As soon as he pushed open the door, a thick cloud of smoke choked Lin Hongfei into a fit of continuous coughing.

The President tapped his finger on the large globe and asked, "Them again?" The spot where he tapped his finger was precisely China.

Because of this, he decided to abandon the plan of returning to the White Day Sect via the teleportation array, choosing instead to observe and inquire about the current state of various places all the way by carriage. In his heart, he could not help but admire Lan Ao's brilliance; indeed, he was someone who always acted with a well-thought-out and effective plan.

Sitting behind his father's bicycle, Lu Nan looked at the shrimp ponds under the setting sun. Golden sunlight spread across the water's surface, and the grid-like shrimp ponds looked like pieces of green jade.

In this very unconscious manner, Han Qi's mindset gradually shifted from admiration for Liang Feng to jealousy.

The F-117 and B-2 stealth aircraft could carry out "assassinations" while flying in and out of any nation's airspace as if it were completely undefended. This was not to mention America's global network of overseas military and supply bases, aerial refueling tankers, and multipurpose satellites blanketing outer space.

"Since they cannot be planted separately, let's just cultivate them merged together," Lin Feng said through clenched teeth, taking a deep breath.

Among them were many profound secret techniques, and it remained a mystery how she had managed to get her hands on them. By mastering these, she had grasped many spell-operation theories that she previously could not articulate or summarize, and she intended to use this opportunity to perfect her long-stalled and difficult Heart-Breaking Bewildering Sword.

With Yu Yan's words, everyone felt as though they had been given a reassuring pill, and they turned back to eating and drinking.

The Liu Wuhen who had just stepped onto the stage was his thirteenth son, only eighteen years old, having just graduated from middle school. His cultivation base was not high, merely at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Bai Li pressed her lips together, harboring an ominous premonition in her heart. She opened her WeChat Moments, only to find it flooded with portraits.

Many bizarre and accidental deaths were actually caused by ghosts meddling behind the scenes, or simply issues related to one's personal fortune.

Jin Chenhan watched as Meng Luoning entered the villa's iron gate before finally picking up the bottle of ice water in the car. He unscrewed the cap and chugged half the bottle. Once his desires had cooled down slightly, he started the engine and drove back to the Jin Mansion.

If Lin Feng were to use the mysterious ring to transport spirit stones to the mortal realm, it would be an unrewarding endeavor requiring excessive effort. To use it, he would instead have to consume a vast amount of even more precious faith power.

As they passed by Katerina, Anna even inquired about the location of the "planned apartment."

However, her focus was not on faces, nor did she feel much joy. A pretty face was useful, but good academic performance was far more useful to her.

Through the whispered exchanges among some of the human laborers, Lin Feng gradually understood the situation regarding these workers.

Seeing Duan Zhanlong's astonishing strength, Tang Bai and Shanhuji, despite their injuries, were immensely encouraged. They rallied their spirits and resumed their attacks against the assassins.

"To the Xilin Garden." A streak of white light descended from the heavens, and Vimacitra, carrying Biluo, arrived at the Xilin Garden in the northern苑 of Sudarsana City. The guarding heavenly soldiers drew their broadswords the moment they saw the Asura descend, crossing them before their chests.

Driven by Jiang Jun, the entire detachment was brimming with enthusiasm. This was the most efficient detachment I had ever witnessed.

Jiang Shan appeared in a merchant's disguise in a place no one would ever expect—Wuhu! The headquarters of the Japanese army! Liang Ben had disguised himself as an attendant and followed closely by his side.

Without wasting words, he directly collected the storage bags and dropped spiritual weapons of those few individuals into his possession.

Thinking that those terrifying events might actually befall her, Zhao Wan became too frightened to speak another word.

Qianhui and Qianguang stood with their hands behind their backs atop the waterfall. When a few disciples finally managed to climb to the upper reaches, Qianguang flicked his sleeve, and the loose stones resting near his feet instantly rained down rapidly upon those disciples.

As for the Bai family, peace had finally returned. With so many troublesome people leaving, it felt as though even the air had become fresh.