Chapter 55: Rogue Cultivators Interfere in the Mortal World, The Third Party

"A person died, and she watched."

A simple phrase of six words shocked everyone present, excluding Ye Yan and Madam Lou.

Ye Yan was utterly enraged.

"Where on earth did this bullshit master come from, speaking without any evidence? Huihui is not that kind of person at all! Besides, even if she did see it, context matters! If there were armed criminals, was she supposed to just rush in blindly?"

Madam Lou nodded toward Ye Yan, clearly in complete agreement with his words. "I am also a doctor."

When she entered the dormitory courtyard, the bodyguards did not stop her, assuming she had finished her shift. However, when Fanfan came out carrying clothes and the bodyguards moved to stop him, Yiyi launched a sneak attack with a stick, ruthlessly striking them several times until they collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

By this time, all the remaining pirates had been dealt with by Li Yifan, who harvested a large haul of miscellaneous items.

Zhu Chao struck the back of his right hand firmly with his left hand. Combining two forces at once, the flames within the furnace burst forth, enveloping the Misty Soul Saber and causing it to vibrate with a humming sound.

Yue Xian felt as if she were riding a rollercoaster; the previous moment she was at the highest peak, and the next she was suddenly plunging downward.

Afraid of mice? What kind of situation was this! As a Pallas's cat, how could he possibly be afraid of mice unless the mice had mutated! Yet, seeing Hua Shuiyue brimming with absolute seriousness, Hanxu could not help but speak with caution.

Watching Jinni fade from his line of sight, Chen Fei unexpectedly returned to the Ability User Management Center.

It was neither an armed force of the Apocalypse Defense Corporation nor did it belong to any military contractor; it belonged to the official combat sequence alongside the slowly descending airship.

The birth of a literary star whose talent resonates through the prefecture was undoubtedly a magnificent blessing for Hangzhou, and the prefect himself would likely visit in person.

Lin Yi and Yan Shuangwu led over a thousand Dragon Guards to arrive at the high ground. Before them lay the traces of an operating array, distorting the entire void.

Shen Xiongbao had once claimed that his master, the ancient sage Ziya, had achieved Dao and passed away, and that the Great Zhou Tribe would henceforth bear the surname Shen—the son of a bitch.

It could be said that with these medicinal pills, places he previously dared not venture into could now be explored with newfound confidence.

His phone rang again at this moment. He had drunk a bit too much and was somewhat intoxicated, squinting his eyes before he could clearly make out what was written on the screen.

Just as Ye Zishan's mind was filled with doubt, the blood soul was successfully stripped away. Then, amidst its terror, it was sucked in by the spirit bead, after which Ye Zishan felt an extremely powerful force compelling the Imperial Valley Sword to stubbornly wrench itself free from his hand.

Hua Yunfei and John were also in the inner hall, with Hua Yunfei recounting to John some of the insights he had learned from Zhou You.

Zhaoruo had not yet awakened Qian Qin'er on the ground, but Fairy Qionghua had already been so shaken by the images in her mind that she lost all composure, staggering back and nearly collapsing to the floor in a clumsy stumble.

Protected by the body-guarding talisman, Qin Wuyan no longer worried about the surrounding environment harming him.

Under Xinghe Qin's astonished gaze, Lei Yunyi's expression shifted. An expert reveals his prowess the moment he makes a move; Lei Yunyi was someone who had seen the world, so how could he fail to see that Ye Zishan was undoubtedly a supreme master of the Crystal Soul stage?

What on earth was a divine artifact? Though he did not know, it sounded exceptionally formidable.

"Hehe, congratulations to Mother and Father on your grand wedding. This is my humble offering to you," Gu Yue said, beaming with radiant excitement.

Such matters were not something the Japanese devils could understand, yet everything Ling Feng described had truly happened. Long Yanli suddenly felt that she might have genuinely wronged Ling Feng.

Patting her clothes, Yang Qingqing was at least grateful that she harbored a mind ever-ready for a barbecue, which meant she still possessed a fire starter.

When it was time to sleep, Yang Qingqing tossed and turned, unable to drift off. Ever since she arrived here, it seemed she had never experienced insomnia in over a dozen years. Tonight, for reasons unknown, she was actually suffering from sleeplessness.

"Save successful." Madeline stared at the data and transmitted the result back—countless people's lifeblood and effort had been poured into developing this containment medium.