Chapter 63: The Mutation of Demonic Energy

Because of the Complete Healing Technique, Zhu Qi had to keep twenty thousand merit points in reserve as a precaution. Even so, he could take another chance at the Universal Realm Lottery this time.

Her chestnut-brown curls draped over her right shoulder, giving her an alluring charm. Her delicately shaped brows, eyes as bright as the moon, a high-bridged nose, and perfectly applied lipstick—neither too garish nor too dull—drew attention to her sensual lips.

The battle lasted about thirty minutes. When only five hundred defenders remained, they finally surrendered.

The company’s one million in the account had already started to be used. After all, hiring so many employees required paying their salaries, and even this amount wasn't enough. He had to add five hundred thousand from his personal account, leaving himself with only a few tens of thousands for living expenses.

With nothing left to discuss, Chang Kong Xingyu began to examine the changes within himself again. He discovered that his dantian space and the space of his spiritual intellect had both returned to normal. The Eighteen Meridians were operating on their own, and their circulation had increased severalfold.

Looking at Du Youjia, who was so absentminded she hadn’t even noticed someone entering the room—still sprawled over her desk, humming and fussing over two sheets of music—Chi Zhaoxian awkwardly covered his mouth and coughed.

“You damned bear, how dare you strike my face?” With a slight tilt of his head, Su Yang easily dodged the giant bear’s paw, then suddenly leapt up and kicked the bear hard in the chest.

Though he said so, he had no intention of hiring these people. Zeng Demin was all talk and no substance, Yan Yun and Yan Kaicheng were both old hands at loafing and currying favor with their superiors, but shirked real work whenever possible.

Mo Bo and Ren Xing both caught the scent of something delicious, but in a place like this, all their attention was focused on traps and mechanisms, leaving them off-guard to other dangers. By the time they realized it, they had already fallen into the newcomer’s trap.

“How is that possible!” Yun Meng looked at the newcomer in shock. She was already airborne, having left the lotus platform behind. In her haste, she drew a breath and shot straight toward the lakeshore. The moment she landed, she turned to face the newcomer’s sword light.

Jiang Zuiyao got up and walked out, only to see a servant woman nearly forty, dressed in a fine skirt that indicated some status. Behind her stood seven or eight maids and servants, none of them empty-handed.

This Kino squirrel’s fur was sleek and glossy; He Chen could tell it was a pampered spirit creature.

As for whether the samurai would really do such a thing—of course, he wasn’t that foolish. This was an investment in the future. While Fang Yiai still had requests, it was best to leave a good impression to reap the greatest benefits later.

So this was a demonic artifact? Hearing the system’s reward notification, Yang Tian found himself unable to rejoice.

What astonished them was not the few boats floating on the lake, but the towering wave, several meters high, surging toward them from afar.

“All right then, sister-in-law, I’ll come back to keep you company later,” Ake glanced at the time. No, if he didn’t leave now, he’d be late.

The Mating Festival was decreed by the insect tribe’s chief, “Insect.” At first, He Chen found it odd—shouldn’t more births be better?

Elsewhere, Yang Tian had changed into plain clothes and, together with Qin Junjun, arrived at an ordinary private room in a café.

“Should we ask Susan to help and buy one from Fang Yiai?” She bit her lip, pondering this.

The stone monkey was gasping heavily, collapsed on the ground a dozen meters inside the palace gates, his face full of exhaustion. He couldn’t help but marvel: ever since meeting Cui Feng, he, a dignified intermediate demon beast, had never been so wretched.

After bursting out of the bloody fog and bone sea, the Heavenly Hound ignored the monstrous skeleton behind him and frantically dashed toward the edge of the forest.

“Have you been caught in the rain these days and missed out on any decent sleep?” Dong Zhanyun pressed on. Liu Jingshui was too weak to answer, drifting into a daze before falling asleep. After calling her a few more times with no response, Dong Zhanyun could only settle her temporarily in a mountain cave.

This sudden turn of events shocked everyone, and Tan Yang’s pupils contracted sharply—others might not know Old Tan’s strength, but he knew it all too well.

“Am I good-looking?” At that moment, Wang Xuanlong looked up, staring straight at the corridor’s camera and spoke calmly. A flash of golden light, a blade of light flew from his brow, and the monitor’s screen went utterly white.

When the massive warship named Zeus Thunder passed through the remote outer space beyond the window, the daylight in the government hall dimmed instantly. On every governor’s screen, John and Old William’s faces faded into the mysterious twilight.

He Yao had expected Ao Qing would use the Diamond Sutra again; she had already devised a countermeasure. As long as she maintained her focus, Ao Qing would be powerless against her.

Looking at it this way, both are divine realms. The difference might be the air—Heavenly Divine Realm is filled with primordial purple qi, while the Infernal Divine Realm is dominated by primordial crimson flames.

“Lu Tong, Lu Tong, what’s wrong?” Seeing Lu Tong in such pain, Shi Yi was startled.

Back when he often played all kinds of survival games, he knew well that there would usually be some hidden treasure chest behind the boss.

Yu Watanabe wanted to protest—last time, at least he’d gone through the motions, but now not even that. Yet after some hesitation, he swallowed his words.

In some ways, it was more sobering than a slap or a bucket of ice water.

He glanced at the mirror and saw Li Xiaoyao’s heroic body—two meters tall—unchanged. He let the Saitama spirit separate from Li Xiaoyao’s spirit, and the storm and power boost vanished as well.

“Come back safely!” Everyone said their final goodbyes outside the quarantine zone. Zhang Qi didn’t look back, just waved his hand to signal them to leave.

Watching the two children wolf down their food, Fang Xiu poured them each a bowl of hot tea, full of emotion.

Damn it, Xie Jianyong and those other bastards with the title of R&D Director—Song Changhai and the rest—were forever urging him to speed up progress. They’d even toss out poisonous platitudes from time to time—saying things like, “You have to work hard when you’re young; otherwise, if you want to work hard when you’re old, you won’t be able to.”

He raised his head in a daze, staring at the countless corpses hanging from the ceiling, and at a glance, he spotted those two familiar figures.

With the replenishment of Ling Shuang’s true energy, his power soared to the equivalent of twenty-one years of cultivation, comparable to a martial artist who had just broken through to the Muscle Transformation realm.

When it came time to settle the bill, for some reason, a waiter lost his footing and spilled the entire tray of drinks over Shen Changfeng.