Chapter 29: Summoning Baize

The second part concerns tasks for intermediate-level wizards. These jobs are more challenging and require a relatively specialized knowledge base, such as crafting highly sought-after potions, processing particularly tricky magical materials, or capturing low-danger magical creatures.

"That is because Big Brother is refining a genuine celestial artifact!" Fang Yue suddenly emerged from within Chu Yuanjun, speaking to the group while gazing at the massive Peerless Furnace suspended in mid-air.

Yet, the Mistress of the Ice Palace, dressed in a backless, sleeveless gown with a plunging neckline down to her navel that exposed the sides of her breasts—short in the front and long in the back—revealing her flawless, slender legs, did not feel a hint of cold.

If it were just this matter, a phone call would have sufficed; there was no need to make a trip in person. That is why she asked the question this way.

Morissa’s exhaustion today was one of the soul. It stemmed from high-intensity combat, high-intensity area-of-effect magic, and the burden of using a "commoner's" soul to anchor four elemental seals. Finally, after a full day, she still had to make decisions for all aspects of Maldon’s operations and lead the way in executing them herself.

"I will accept your kindness; I shall impose upon you, then." Feng Bufan agreed only because he had overheard a piece of vital information during their conversation: a Master of Origin Power had appeared in Lotus City.

A year ago, when President Michelle’s barrier was shattered, she knew Angola’s location had been pinpointed, so she initiated the process of moving Angola to another star system.

Seg and Robert were both startled, gasping in unison! Could such injuries not be fatal? How was it that this guy still looked capable of fighting? Was this the power of a Viking Storm Knight?

In truth, Hugo had considered that the Dark Wizards likely wouldn't kill him, but rather capture him to serve them. However, his family's code forbade serving Dark Wizards, and Hugo would never violate his grandfather's wishes, no matter what.

He stood as if amidst rippling light and shadow; even space itself trembled under his magic, unnaturally twisting, evaporating, and cowering in fear.

After Lin Muxi wiped herself off hastily, she threw the towel onto Chen Jiayuan’s head and prepared to bolt, only to be dragged back. Her body slammed into his sleek embrace, and a hand caught the wound on her arm.

Xie Jingxi scanned the courtyard; it looked like a place inhabited year-round. Dried vegetables hung on wooden racks, and there was cured meat from the holidays—it felt very lived-in. Could it be that Magistrate Yang walked from here to work every day?

"Who exactly are you?" The one-eyed white wolf’s sharp claws scraped against the ground, emitting a harsh, grating sound.

Han Xueqin’s concern for Lu Yu stemmed from the fact that he bore a resemblance to her late older brother.

"Secondly, Raphael was telling the truth: Bell is dead. But he inherited Bell’s legacy, making him the equivalent of another Bell, and with the addition of double the power, that is why he has six wings." Arthenis analyzed it bit by bit. As he spoke, he pushed the swing again, his grip leaving deep indentations in the wooden backrest.

She returned to the table, looking at the dishes that had gone cold and congealed with grease. Her already chilly heart grew colder still.

The words "Master of Alchemy" from the people of the Alchemy Valley were particularly shocking to their hearts. Many among them couldn't help but look up at the sky, their eyes filled with terror.

Although he didn't pursue the matter further, he remained unhappy, sulking on the bed with his hands behind his head, lost in deep thought.

Lan Mei'er was also by Mu Qiu's side. Hearing that someone there had requested a rest for Mu Qiu, she brought over the soup she had the hotel chef prepare and walked over.

If the Earth's core had not been damaged, perhaps many people would have encountered great opportunities, obtained ancient legacies, or created their own cultivation methods—all of these were possible.

"Annoying, stop being so secretive." Sanye pushed Lin Mo unhappily, her face clearly showing her displeasure.

After checking with Wang Can repeatedly, Ji Ran finally accepted the reality: Gu Suiyun must have truly lost his mind to agree to an invitation for such a boring publicity stunt.

He glanced back at the sprinting Ji Liren, steeled his heart, stuffed the crumpled paper containing prescriptions he had grabbed from Dr. Hua's desk into his inner pocket, and leaped into the river.

"You really are a wealthy person with a broad mind! Since you’ve agreed, can I go now?" she asked lightheartedly.

Xu Da, President of the Immortal Cultivation Association, received notice from Lu Mingliang that the competition site was set on an uninhabited island in the South China Sea. He sent people to contact the Mermaid Tribe, hoping to form an alliance, never expecting them to agree immediately.

Only then did the guards drag the dead and wounded from the courtyard. Counting them up, there were over thirty casualties, seven of whom were dead. Among them were Prince Yu, whose eyes were wide open in a state of dying with grievances, and the envoy from Goryeo.

Gu Suiyun’s arrangements had settled everyone, leaving only the premiere of Ji Ran’s new film at eight o'clock.

The two took out the gifts for the Liang and Lu families, packed them neatly into a large cardboard box, and added a set of window paper-cuts.

Thinking back to the medicine sent by Bai Yutang in Linjiang City, the bottle that saved her and Ji Liren—it turned out to be the antidote Bai Yutang himself needed.

Suddenly, a wild laugh erupted. A massive figure swept past the window and pounced toward the back. Instantly, the sound of shattering windows and crashing tables and chairs rang out, followed by the startled screams of the eccentric old man, Huang Fu. In the blink of an eye, amidst a cruel laugh, he had moved from inside the house to the outside.

Next was the drawing of lots. Kash and the other fourteen people stood at the spot for the first draw. This time, it wasn't the Heavenly Dragon Walker helping them draw, but Lilith, who brought over an exquisite box containing fifteen numbers for the contestants to draw themselves.

"Thirteen..." The Peach Blossom Immortal was astonished again to see Lin Ao continuously churning up waves and tides.

Yet, even Muzha within Mount Putuo could not help but hum under his breath; he had never been convinced in his heart that Nezha should be more famous than he, his elder brother.

The person opposite him sipped tea and listened, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. By the time the princess finished speaking, his cup of tea was finished as well.

Thus, this sentence struck like a bolt of lightning into the inner worlds of Nagato and Jiraiya, the glare illuminating the original intentions that had been buried deep within their darkness for many years.