Chapter 128: Seeking the Foundation Establishment Pill

"Xiao Yu, could you pull over? I’d like to walk and look around!" Xia Qianrui said softly from behind.

Usually, after a high-intensity arm-wrestling match, muscles experience latent fatigue. Attempting a second round in a short time would prevent one from performing at their peak, but this rule did not apply to Uvogin and Luo.

Therefore, although many Golden Core stage cultivators remain at the early stage, the power of their magical artifacts grows stronger with time, and their strength remains formidable.

"Chu Ling, this is Ye Sheng, whom I mentioned to you. Your mission this time is to accompany him back to his hometown, Qingliu Town," Elder Taihao said with a smile, introducing the two to each other.

Suddenly, a light, airy voice resonated, and a figure appeared out of thin air as if having traversed through space—a truly ghostly sight.

Luo Bingzhu was stunned, but just as she stood there in astonishment, the damaged jade slip transformed into a stream of information that flowed directly into her mind.

"Old man, just watch the show. Not interfering is the greatest help we can provide." Tang Xu smiled triumphantly. If the Blood Dragon Mausoleum were to step in and help Zhou Xingyun, the accusation of colluding with the evil sects would be impossible to wash off, even if they jumped into the Yellow River.

Consequently, Lin An watched with profound gloom as one stranger after another, all nobles, walked toward her with beaming smiles to offer greetings and pleasantries.

Ye Hao slowly woke from his slumber, gave a heavy stretch, and let out a hum of contentment.

Antongmu frowned, his body losing its balance once more. The momentum of his charge caused his burly frame to glide low across the ground.

This move could be described as nothing short of high-octane. Watching the dashing and overbearing CEO Ou lower his head to pick fish bones for her, Lin Qingqing almost shrieked in excitement.

From the moment Yao Li bet his life, Guiguzi had already lost. Because, whether he lived or died depended entirely on a single thought from Yao Li. Even with all his profound learning and foresight, Guiguzi could never have predicted such an outcome.

***

Kim Sung-han answered every one of the numerous questions fluently, responding to each in an orderly fashion without a single lapse in logic.

Standing before the villa garden, the man gazed at the geometric, neatly manicured grounds and looked up at the towering villa, his eyes filled with envy.

However, even so, they did not forget to fire several throwing knives in Wang Sheng's direction. For a Ninth-Level expert, the speed of these blades rivaled that of sniper rifle bullets, arriving in the blink of an eye.

Sheng Zhaozhong swallowed hard; unable to maintain his usual composure, he turned and hurried back.

Huang Ziya drove to Tianshen Lane, where Song Tianyao had visited once before. Seeing Huang Ziya’s car from afar, several men at the entrance of the lane—clearly bodyguards for He Xian—turned to report inside. By the time the car stopped at a large residence within the lane, He Xian was already standing at the door with a friendly expression, watching Song Tianyao and Huang Liu step out.

Within his consciousness, there was the chaos, confusion, and discomfort of massive memory input, but his eyes were now distinctly different from before.

Zhao Ling, looking at the five hundred brave soldiers guarding the central army, suddenly seemed to sense something and turned his sharp gaze to the east.

The keys were still in the ignition of the Volkswagen. I backed the car out of the one-way street, then got into the Ferrari with Ye Yuxin. She took the wheel and we sped away.

Lan Ke hurriedly spurred his horse to follow. Qiao Yue, who had been arguing with Qiao Suhan, froze for a moment before dragging her brother along, muttering complaints as she followed.

Looking at Brother Kun’s appearance, he felt the guy was truly asking for a beating. Because of this commotion, he had become a big celebrity at school. Lin Xifan had already been a popular figure, but now he had ascended to true stardom.

"I understand. I traveled to Myanmar several times over a decade ago!" Ma Xingyao replied indifferently. For him, there were simply too many ways to make money. What was the point of jade gambling? It was nothing more than a bit of excitement, combined with the search for legendary sealing stones or burial stones. But he was disappointed.

With those four words uttered, a milky-white light suddenly dispersed, engulfing the black rain of arrows and diverting them in another direction.

***

"Hmph! You finally took the bait!" Lu Feiyang smiled inwardly, though he feigned a look of disdain on his face.

"Your Excellency Herte, they are simply using sophistry. They must be trying to frame our Angel Clan for the fall of Denate and Collins," Michael said, his face ashen.

"So urgent? Well, that's fine! Here’s what we’ll do: you bring your people over first, and I’ll arrange the tickets. Once your men are settled, we’ll set off for New York," Zhou Jeff said after a moment’s thought.

The same events were perceived differently by different people, and everything felt so miraculous. In the short time since they met Liang Dong, their worldview had been overturned. Amazing things happened one after another; compared to the shock brought by the Heaven-Suppressing Palace earlier, these events were actually quite easy to accept.

The target of a capture mission classified as Grade A by the Central Special Forces—this realization shocked Lu Feiyang deeply! But after the shock passed, he quickly calmed down and began to consider his countermeasures.

The question then arose: what exactly was this ability? Not only could it turn tears into strange butterflies, but it could also transform him into a stone giant?

When the army arrived, he was in the bedroom of his King’s Tower, squatting on the floor, quietly observing a brown turtle soaking in purple liquid, its shell covered in strange symbols.

His hair still dripping with water, he walked over and scooped up Qi Zhixi, his voice held in restraint.

As more and more people came to offer their blessings, the color drained from Wei Ziyuan’s face, and she excused herself with a deathly pale expression.

Unable to break through the Chu army’s formation, the Liang army finally grew impatient. Under Peng Yue’s constant urging, the commanders of the various divisions and camps stopped worrying about coordination and began to charge and kill chaotically. The once-orderly Liang formation suddenly fell into disarray, completely descending into a state of disordered, individual fighting.