Chapter 44: The Seizure

Fu Siyue wanted to give chase, but remembering Jiang Liwu's instruction to sit and wait, he forcibly restrained himself. He sat rigidly, his hands placed flat on his knees, as obedient as a little child. Yet, he could not sit still for even a few seconds, feeling restless to the extreme.

Catching sight of Wei Xifeng eating egg-fried rice, his gaze froze. Remembering something, he immediately reached out with a long arm. Wei Xifeng, who had been on guard against him all along, instantly dodged out of the way. Fu Siyue's expression turned cold and gloomy, "Give it to me."
Wei Xifeng—

After all, for the natives of the Creation Immortal Realm, there was plenty of time to cultivate and improve, and endless opportunities to ascend the Immortal-Ascension Terrace. To burn essential blood, deplete one's lifespan, and potentially even drop one's cultivation level and lose one's life for a mediocre chance at ascension was entirely a losing proposition.

Although proud and haughty, when recalling the scene from yesterday, Dong Yi still had to admit that the fatty's strength far surpassed his own.

"Ahem, Father-in-law, if you don't agree, I'll have no choice but to elope with Yan'er," Lin Dong said rather shamelessly.

Amidst the vortex formed by countless distorting forces, the sun on the long rainbow could still be seen; it seemed to be right at the center of the vortex, spinning at a tremendous speed.

Yet at this moment, Luo Chen clearly sensed that the crimson current emerging from the magma was not particularly intense. However, looking at the five people before him, Luo Chen could not understand why they appeared to be struggling so hard against that seemingly weak energy. But a moment later, Luo Chen's perspective changed.

Luo Chen was slightly startled. Since he was currently at this very realm, he possessed a profound understanding of the formidable power of the Formless Sword Intent.

Just as everyone felt puzzled by this sudden appearance and many had not even had time to perceive it, a figure rapidly darted out from the churning clouds and mist, sliding down in a blur that was too fast for anyone to clearly see.

"Hmph, Qin Chuan, you cannot escape the palm of my hand," Mo Yan muttered coldly to himself, his eyes filled with intense killing intent. A closer look, however, revealed a faint trace of greed hidden within them, though it was hardly noticeable.

"It seems I might have gone a bit too far!" Mong Chi was unaware of what the others were thinking. Seeing the cliff three zhang away and the various cracks upon it, he could not help but click his tongue.

Lin Yi waved his hand and gave a faint smile, finally managing to steady his posture. Immediately afterward, with a flicker of his divine sense, he connected with a destiny flower seed within the Treasure Soul Realm.

Lin Jie smiled and nodded, making a motion to get up and leave, but was stopped by Sun Siming, who wore a soft, gentle smile that inexplicably made people feel uneasy.

A malicious laughter instantly rang out, echoing in the heart of the Xia family, while ominous dark clouds gradually drifted over the skies of the capital.

"State your business if you have any; withdraw from court if you do not..." Wang Ying stood before the imperial throne, dragging out his voice with the customary bureaucratic formula.

Sea urchins and scallops indeed could not be eaten raw, so long before coming, Lin Jie had already cooked both of them thoroughly. A so-called cold dish did not refer to uncooked ingredients, but rather to delicacies with a refreshing taste and texture.

A creaking sound slowly drifted over... Startling! As the sound arrived, it abruptly shattered all of Sifeng's train of thought.

Du Bian gave a light flick and drifted into the opening, entering the heart of the undead dragon.

As a series of violent vibrations echoed in his ears and cold splashes of water washed over his face, Liang Chen suddenly opened his eyes. He struggled desperately for a moment before realizing that he was lying on the bank of an underground river, his upper body washed ashore while his legs were still drifting in the water.

Liang Chen furrowed his brows tightly. Just as the words left his mouth, he saw that the previously sunken floating stone was slowly returning to its original position, and the hidden arrows around seemed to cease firing as well. Seeing this, Liang Chen reached out and took the searchlight from Flower Commander's grip, then bent down to gently place the searchlight upon that floating stone.