Chapter 56
A vast coastline soon came into view before the group, signaling their imminent entry into the Black Sea region.
Su Yuxin raised her hand and pointed, sending a flash of pale green light straight toward the large iron cauldron.
The post was barely a hundred words long. After reading it, President Huang modified a few words and printed out a copy. Just as he raised his head to speak with Gao Ming, a knock sounded at the door. Telling the visitor to enter, President Huang watched as Old Chen pushed the door open and hurried inside.
Counting the fifty years in his human form, in his nearly sixty years of life, he had never once served as the leader of an organization.
Beneath the flush of the alcohol, her fair neck was tinged with a delicate pink, resembling a quietly blooming peach blossom.
Pointing outward, Luo Lie exclaimed, "He escaped through the roof!" Yet inwardly, he remained deeply shaken by the sound of that person's departure. If that person truly was Luo Xingmu, didn't it prove that their entire operation was completely under Luo Xingmu's control? Why had Luo Xingmu come here in the middle of the night? Who was his actual target?
Overall, the fundraising campaign initiated by the union yielded quite satisfactory results. Although only three days had passed, the office tallied funds raised through various channels, and the total had already reached over sixty thousand yuan, which did not even include the substantially larger donations from several senior executives.
The Four Saints of Kowloon Island lacked the capacity to ascend to the realm of Da Luo Jinxian; achieving the realm of True Immortal was already a supreme blessing. In truth, there were many disciples in the Jie Teaching who shared their situation. Tianzhong persuaded them to take part in the Conferment of Gods—though they would lose their freedom, they would also gain rewards.
However, for her, things would not be nearly so simple today. This had been deliberately orchestrated by Jiang Han; how could he possibly let her leave so easily?
"Don't move around carelessly, there are mechanisms everywhere in this place," Gu Ruochen said after inspecting the surroundings. He discovered numerous poisoned needles protruding around the box, which was enveloped in a faint glow and coated with poison.
After Wei Yanbang regained consciousness, Dr. Mawei from the Interstellar Research Laboratory conducted a series of examinations and inquiries regarding the circumstances of his seizure.
"There's no need to announce ourselves, let's go right now." Both the Sha Monk and the Giant Spirit God were confidants of the Jade Emperor and shared a good personal friendship, so they immediately took him by the hand and headed toward the Hall of Miraculous Mist.
Comparing the last time he saw the Sea of Blood in the hands of the Mosquito Taoist with how it was now under the control of River Styx, the difference was truly as vast as heaven and earth. Wu Dao could not help but sigh that different people had vastly different fates.
Jiang Li signaled with a glance, and a maidservant understood immediately, swiftly bringing a set of hairpins and ornaments into the grand hall. The entire set was adorned in kingfisher feather blue, with no other color whatsoever besides blue.
"Because Fuxi holds the identity of a creation god, am I the only one in this world who cannot choose betrayal?" Xiao Bai blurted out subconsciously.
"Alright, alright, between the two of us as master and disciple, there is no need for such formalities." Seeing that both of his disciples had now attained the cultivation level of Golden Immortals, Wu Dao was immensely pleased. With a flick of his sleeve, an invisible, mighty force lifted the two of them to their feet.
Wherever his fist pointed, six pitch-black vortices appeared in the void, rotating slowly as if leading to the netherworld, demonstrating the cycle of life and death and the transition from death back to life. The punch carried not a trace of worldly dust, yet once unleashed, countless sword lights within the grand sword array of the master of the Tianyuan Sect instantly dimmed, turning as deathly still as a graveyard.
Xinyi finally understood. Du Yunzhi had gone to seek refuge with relatives, only to be chased out.
Yet for Wu Dao, this was still no problem. After all, circumstances change with the times, and Wu Dao at this moment was no longer the Wu Dao of Qingmu City.
The two Supreme Elders, one old and one young, of the Xia Clan arranged their subsequent plans step by step right here.
The rotor blades of the first helicopter slowly came to a halt. Protected by a cordon of guards, Han Xing slowly disembarked from the helicopter, and Li Jue stepped forward to greet him.
As soon as the list was published, naturally many citizens of the Holy City came to watch. Gazing at the familiar names listed upon it, the crowd broke into animated discussions.
Among the immortals of the Eight Realms, although Muxi was not the most powerful, he was certainly not the weakest either. The strength Yan Ning had just displayed far exceeded the scope of an ordinary Earth Immortal, yet no one believed that Yan Ning could defeat Muxi with a single move.
Yan Ning was startled by the question. He was merely an ordinary citizen—or to put it bluntly, someone mixed up in the underworld—and had never imagined that one day he would receive an invitation from the country to become a national elite.
A large, glowing button was visible on the remote control, clearly a tool used for remote detonation.
"We can do this: didn't Li Kui set off a step before us? I reckon he must have reached the central stronghold by now. Why don't we have someone disguise themselves as a rescue envoy from the central stronghold to lure Zeng Kui out, and then in one fell swoop capture his stronghold first before turning around to deal with him?" Luan Lanyue laughed with a smile.
Old Liu raised his head, glared at Dong Kang, and said angrily, "Your failure to protect me this time has driven me to such a plight—how am I supposed to face Jun'er?!"
Zhou Fengfeng possessed a resolute temperament and could not tolerate any wrongdoing; how could she let Feng Tianheng off the mark with just a few words? Taking several rapid strides to catch up to the fleeing Feng Tianheng, she grabbed him by the back of his collar and applied slight force to her shoulder, sending Feng Tianheng honorably sprawling onto the ground.
"Yanglan is in Li Chong's hands?" Chang Yu sat on the couch-bed, his eyes closed and completely motionless. In just a few short days, his face had grown a circle thinner, and the stubble on his chin exuded a bleak sense of the vicissitudes of life.
This was a sheer cliff where a ten-thousand-foot waterfall cascaded down, half-veiling the precipice. This was no ordinary water, however, but a chaotic river plunging straight down from the cliff face in a vast, boundless expanse.
His gaze swept incessantly around his surroundings, while deep in his heart, he had already cursed Li Qing's ancestors down to the eighteenth generation.
No matter whether Chu Tianxiong could safely emerge this time or not, the Taoist Sect ultimately belonged to the Chu family. At worst, he would groom Chu Mengyao and have her take over as the next sect master.
Cries of agony echoed one after another, turning the entire outer sect of the Taiji Xuan Sect into a boundless sea of fire.
Ah Si was inherently a violent and crude person. Seeing that his goal could not be achieved, a surge of anger rose within him, and the force in his hands threatened to redouble.
The Golden-Winged Roc King had grown somewhat impatient, yet that black rat still had not returned, prompting him to consider dispatching another demon beast.
Yan Xi lowered her head, not daring to meet Li Fan's gaze, while Li Fan seemed to realize at that moment that Yan Xi had misunderstood his intention.
It not only contained the Daoist arts and spellcraft of the Mao Shan Sect, but also recorded numerous methods for refining talismans, as well as accounts of rare weapons from across the world. It could truly be described as a supreme treasure canon.