Chapter 64: Searching for the Ice Crystal Stone

Yan Chu was somewhat speechless. "You came with me just because you couldn't trust me?"
They had merely exchanged a few words with a man at the entrance, so why was Gu Chenxiao being so fiercely jealous?
During breakfast, Ji Qi, who had been busy whispering sweet nothings with Troupe Leader Liang, finally noticed that something was off with Zhang Yidao.
Fair is fair, although Qin Ruoyuan was not particularly likable, she was, after all, from an aristocratic family, and the scent she wore was undoubtedly of the finest perfume, completely devoid of anything sickening or unpleasant.
Troupe Leader Liang expressed full support for whatever decision Ji Qi made. By now, Troupe Leader Liang's palate and preferences had been utterly spoiled by Ji Qi.
"If you merely wish to share a glass of wine, then take a seat. If you have no business here, you may leave," Gu Liuxi said directly, issuing an order to evict the guest.
However, Elder Bai's worries were not entirely groundless. The rules this time were completely different from all previous editions. In the past, the final match always required each chef to work independently, and there had never been an arrangement where they were paired up to cooperate with each other.
There was a Council of Elders on Mount Longhu, composed of the old-timers from the Zhengyi Temple, the Shangqing Palace, and the Celestial Master Mansion. Their purpose was to assist each successive Grand Celestial Master. Because the members of the Council of Elders were mature and prudent, they participated in the decision-making for major affairs.
He took the chopsticks from her hand and then reached for the dish closest to him.
Yet they were not weaklings to be trampled upon at will. Especially after being disciplined during the previous match by the Valencia youth training system, which emphasized physical confrontation, the team had specifically intensified their special training targeting physical duels, and all players had improved their physical confrontation capabilities to varying degrees.
"All right, I understand," Gu Liuxi forced herself to stay calm, then grabbed Chang Feng and started running wildly.
Shen Muyu did not mind either way. Since it was a seven-day long holiday, whenever she felt bored, she would simply pick up her mobile phone and call Qiao Su.
There was nothing else of note to recount. God somehow managed to track down a plethora of poets, each composing a single poem, and thus the first night of the Glazed Wood Gathering came to an end. Throughout the entire process, Tanghulu stayed obediently slumped over my shoulder, acting just like a child who had done something wrong, without uttering a single word.
That day was the absolute lowest point in the life of the recruit Gu Yuyang; that day, the gazes cast upon them by everyone in the recruit company—recruits and veterans alike—were filled with mockery and disdain; that day, no one came to his aid, and not a single soul was even willing to approach him.
"Because they do not know our exact location, only the general area. Furthermore, they are lying in wait in the shadows, waiting for us to take the bait," Pu said.
"Well? Are they out of their minds again? The match hasn't even started yet, and they're already turning on each other!" Kong Mengyang paused his activity, a trace of mockery in his tone as he gazed toward where Dao and the others were located.
Sure enough, the moment he took a step forward and completely concealed himself in the shadows, the mysterious man in black materialized behind him.
What kind of feeling was this? I asked myself. It was gloomy here, pitch-black to the point where I couldn't see my own hand, yet there was a scent here that felt so strangely familiar.
Then came the choral section, where the piano accompaniment stepped up so that Li Yu's vocals and the singing of the imperial soldiers carried equal weight. Naturally, the lyrics were still performed by Li Yu—passionate, proud, and stirring the blood.
Without a moment's hesitation, he instinctively drew a pistol from his pocket, intending to shoot Ye Shanghan.
Pan Biao snatched it over clumsily, then hurriedly infused it with spiritual energy. The jet-black and luminous blade gradually shifted from black to red like burning charcoal, before emitting a blazing crimson glow as black smoke began to rise from the sword body.
Xiao Yong handed a piece of roasted meat to Li Wudi, then picked up a piece for himself. Grabbing a jar of wine, he chuckled heartily, "Our main task right now is to eat meat and drink wine. Let's talk of nothing else today, just eating and drinking. Senior coming personally to my Seeking Dao Sect brings great honor to us. A toast to you!" With that, he tipped the wine jar straight into his mouth.