Chapter 57: Extra Four

Wang Zuobian nodded understandingly, leading his horse forward. He had just heard the bald bandit leader claim to belong to the Hard-Boiled Egg Bandit Group, a name he had never heard of before. Could this be a newly emerged bandit gang?

The Flying Immortal Shadow Mantis was a five-star, first-tier exotic beast. Fully grown, it possessed strength comparable to the third or even fourth realm of the Asking Gods stage, and its intelligence was already equivalent to a ten-year-old human.

The high-end restaurant, despite its name, was actually a luxurious hotel specially built by the organizers to host various guests. Of course, none of that mattered; the important thing was that it was free.

Hearing the mysterious person see through his thoughts, Ni Duoshi felt his face flush. Fortunately, the heavy fog obscured everything, and no one could see him, sparing him a great deal of embarrassment.

Hearing this, Qin Yang rolled his eyes. What use was such a title? It could not be eaten as a meal. If anyone liked it so much, he would gladly sell it to them.

Counting it up, this was his second meeting with Liu Hongji. Although they had not conversed deeply nor tested each other, Zuo Jun intuitively felt that the middle-aged man before him was vastly different from the rumors circulating in the streets—he did not seem like a mediocre incompetent living off the blessings of his ancestors.

"Perhaps it's just because there are more people than usual," the elevator door opened. After we stepped out, the two guards stationed at the entrance remained unchanged, though they seemed not to recognize us at all.

Feng Bo’s eyes contracted sharply, and his expression instantly turned ugly. His somewhat gloomy face stared fixedly at the jadeite.

The youth had delicate features, free of sorrow or joy, appearing utterly detached. Strangely enough, standing behind the youth were a Daoist priest and a plump middle-aged man. These three were none of them other than Daoist Yan, Liu Changshan from Xiliu Village, and Gouzi—or perhaps... Zuo Jun.

Before Gu Yunchu could finish her thought, Yue Jingyuan’s large hand had already reached through her torn dress, gently caressing her waist.

No, she could no longer let him lead her wandering aimlessly. She needed to figure out what concerned her most and then find an opportunity to slip away.

With that, Sheng Siyu glanced at An Ge again, though his gaze inexplicably grew a few degrees colder.

Mu Sichen could do nothing about his sister’s mischief. He merely twitched the corners of his mouth and offered Qin Qingyu an apologetic look, hoping she wouldn't mind.

They saw Ran Ran gripping a dagger, charging toward Cheng Yaruo with a face full of jealousy. Cheng Yaruo widened her eyes in terror, forced back a few steps until her back pressed against the corner of the wall.

"Then how did you know?" Zhang Liang asked, looking at Qingwu in confusion. None of the rest of them had sensed anything, so why had Mei felt it?

Nianhua understood. She turned and gave Qianfeng a meaningful look, and Qianfeng nodded, scampering off eagerly to register.

Chen Yige would have to marry eventually anyway; when that time came, wouldn't she simply give the bracelet to his beloved? She could tell that Chen Yige no longer harbored any obsessive desire to be with her, so her heart felt quite at peace.

As for masks, they generally served one of three purposes: either the wearer was too good-looking, too ugly, or simply wished to avoid being recognized.

His expression was terribly stern. Realizing that he had likely asked his previous question with utmost seriousness, Gu Yunchu gave a few dry coughs.

He beckoned Li Dabao over and whispered a few instructions. Li Dabao acknowledged the order, grabbed an axe, and split open the counter, causing the jewelry hidden in the crevices to spill out.

He had seen it clearly: Bei Yongjia had drawn his blade, severed the arrow, and returned the sword to its scabbard all in the span of a single breath.

Xiao Fengxian, who had not set foot in the city for ten thousand years, ran over to his place every other day, staying for at least half a day at a time, and sometimes even spending the night there. This completely shattered the worldview of everyone in the Heaven-Inspecting Bureau, though under the crushing pressure of heavy intelligence duties, they thoroughly enjoyed the gossip.

The journey back went smoothly, and the group returned to the academy before noon. Yue Fengyang went alone to see the Chief Steward.

The sounds of voices gradually faded into the distance. Qin Ninghui drifted down softly onto a mountain rock, lightly brushing the surface of the stone with her foot, which instantly made it as smooth and clean as new.

"My son has been clever since childhood and is also blessed with a fine appearance. Though young, he is already capable of managing the family business in perfect order."

Having successfully entered the commandery city, Yue Fengyang wandered about aimlessly. He planned to spend the night in the city, enjoy a hearty meal, and take a bath; once they crossed the border and entered the treacherous forest, such comfortable days would surely be at an end.

Lu Ziyu entered the secret tunnel first, lit the torches on the walls, and led the team forward.

Look at that—because of a single word from Qin Haoyang, the Yunlan Sect was letting bygones be bygones and even offering her warm regards.

"An ancient cultivator's grotto-heaven?" Li Yuning exclaimed in shock, and even Zhao Ning’s expression turned somewhat startled.

"Qianshi! Dad failed you and your mother, it was all Dad's fault!" Sun Wukong pulled Sun Qianshi into a tight embrace, the family of three holding each other and weeping bitterly. They had only just reunited, yet they were about to be separated once more.

"Then why did you deliberately tell me in front of me that your parents were killed by thieves from the Jin State?" There was just this one thing she did not understand.

In an instant, the black spear pierced through the entire underground spiritual vein following the psychic connection, and the location happened to be Mount Song, the Central Sacred Mountain.

The phoenix wings behind Qianyu Shen'er wrapped around her body, spraying forth countless feathered blades that effortlessly dissolved the attacks of the Eightfold Twin Kings before she spread her wings once again.

Both the Victory Falcon and the Super Guts had landed safely, and everyone was unscathed. "Captain Zhang, you've really worked hard," Captain Hibiki said encouragingly, patting Zhang Shaofei on the arm.

Very well, since I am a warrior of Flame Dragon, the heavy responsibility of protecting the Earth shall fall upon me. I will use my life to protect all of this, Zhang Shaofei resolved inwardly, his starry eyes beneath his sword-like brows burning with fiery excitement.

Third Master Zhu had mentioned the method for breaking the bond with a natal magical treasure, but not in great detail, whereas Mao Jiuyou explained it thoroughly in his insights on artifact refining.

Hearing Tang Shan, a distinguished scholar, say this, the people naturally felt much more at ease.

Zheng Zhong happened to need to attend a trading convention of this caliber; only at such a gathering would he have a strong hope of acquiring pills and pill formulas suitable for himself.

"K, you did a great job. We owe this victory to you; otherwise, those flying insects would have killed half of our people. Combined with your astute command, I believe you are already capable of independently leading an army," Lieutenant Riley said, patting Zhang Shaofei on the shoulder. Today's battle had undoubtedly been perilous in the extreme.