34. Go Comfort Her

When I arrived downstairs, it was already eight in the morning. The sun was shining brightly, and taxis were weaving through the streets. I hailed one and headed toward the Open University.

Long Jingtian still had his eyes tightly shut, sweat beading on his forehead. On one hand, he had to suppress the remaining power of the Tailed Beast within his body; on the other, he had to face the heavenly tribulation required to transcend into a Martial Saint.

This pair of wings grew in an extremely bizarre fashion. The feathers on the left were red, while those on the right were white, as if each wing had separately absorbed the red moonlight and the white spirit source water, matching the colors of both.

"I’m just here to watch the show; this check has nothing to do with me," Chen Moru said with a laugh.

"You got it," Qin Erniu replied, quickly changing his route to head toward the Guanghua District Detention Center.

As he spoke, he suddenly fell silent, for he could see no exit in this void-like space. Even when he turned back, his expression shifted slightly, as there was no exit to be seen behind him—the very place where he had just entered.

"My sister only thinks it's delicious because she was hungry," Mu Yun'er said modestly.

"The first group was dressed in black robes, so you couldn't see their faces. The second group seemed to be wearing clothes in the style of the Demon race, and the third group wore black and red cloaks with the character 'Heaven' on the back," the passerby recounted, recalling the scene.

"Xiang'er?" Huo Qingsong suddenly thought of that Lu Xiang'er, but the image vanished in a flash. Lu Xiang'er was clearly only about ten years old; how could she possibly know how to brew wine? Huo Qingsong shook his head, feeling that he might just be exhausted from the travel over the past few days.

What comforted Wang Dong was that he possessed the Data Eye. Within a radius of 200 meters, he could detect anyone who did not possess special materials, allowing him to know exactly what kind of weapon his opponent was wielding, provided they remained within range.

"Uh... as for that, it is indeed a bit arrogant, but Seohyun has many invitations, and she is already reviewing scripts. The film and television department is also helping her filter the offers," Kim Young-min felt his face burning, but he offered an explanation nonetheless.

"Why won't the Great Sage come down to the ground, and why keep everything so pitch black?" a Wolf tribe leader complained in a muffled voice. In his view, standing by and watching was far more terrifying than fighting the enemy.

Situ Yuehua’s gaze remained fixed on the spot where Chen Hao had vanished. Even though Chen Hao had long since left the police station, Situ Yuehua still had not snapped out of her trance.

Instantly, a chill rose up behind Cen Cheng, and a vague sense of foreboding washed over his heart.

Even those who followed and served the Dark Sage felt this was too absurd; this was simply not the master they knew and understood.

As for the other four wives, they also had the qualifications to use it, but their access was deferred. This was to prevent any accidents involving Xu Qing, which could cause the otherworldly puppet to lose control.

Just then, a sudden change occurred. Countless earthen spikes erupted from the ground. In the blink of an eye, the entire planet of Mars seemed to transform into a furry sphere, with countless spikes dancing through the air. These spikes were terrifyingly long, extending far beyond the atmosphere.

The fish swam nimbly, and the golden light on Yang Fan's chest flickered in and out. The fish seemed to sense an opportunity and darted onto Yang Fan's arm.

"Let me give you an analogy. For instance, if you manifest a Blood Spirit Body and your main body dies, as long as one Blood Spirit Body remains alive, you can still be resurrected through soul-gathering methods," Taixuan explained.

Most of the truth of history had already been buried, and many unknowns remained to be explored. His own position was still too low.

"Really?" Zhang Mu scoffed, his hand brushing past Biyao's delicate face, plucking a long, pitch-black strand of hair.

Peering into the gap for a moment, Luo Che saw the ground inside the exposed red block continually collapsing.

"Xian'er, Xian'er," though there were only a few words, Shangguan Honglie stared at the scroll for nearly a quarter of an hour before clutching it to his chest and murmuring to himself. In that moment, he was not the battlefield general admired by thousands, nor the high-and-mighty Sixth Prince, but merely a man deeply in love.

"Yes!" The other Beggar Gang disciples, who had also been listening with righteous indignation, echoed in unison. They stepped forward, giving Su Qing no chance to resist, and hauled him toward the back hall to carry out the punishment.

Everyone was stunned into silence. What was happening? A moment ago they were fighting to the death, plotting against one another—how did they suddenly become one big family?

Roars shook the heavens and humming filled the ears. Star fortresses were dismantled and reassembled, while swarms of mist beasts were annihilated and then gathered again. This war seemed as though it would continue forever.

"What's wrong? Has your injury flared up again?" Seeing her curl up in pain, Ye Chen hurried forward and asked with concern.

At noon, everyone grabbed a quick boxed lunch and rested briefly. By 1:30 PM, they were quickly thrust into the fifth round of "combat." After their crushing defeat in the battle for the top spot, the Zisai First Team remained in the top three, though their prospects for the championship were grim. In this round, they dropped to the second table to face the challenge of the Tianlong Team.

Once Daoist Tianjing finished speaking, Li Fengyun did not say another word. He led the Daoist out of the secret room and climbed up the mountain.

Actually, this was a historical misconception. Ziying was nearly ten years older than Huhai. Unless Fusu had fathered a son the moment he was born, Ziying could not possibly have been Fusu’s descendant.

"Ghost... there's a ghost! Zhenzhen, there's a ghost in my house!" Li Zelei gripped Ye Zhenzhen’s arm, his emotions becoming agitated and his face filled with sheer terror.

At the same time, he would not choose to run. As a Ghoul Investigator, he had decided upon his goal the moment he joined the CCG: to wipe out the species known as ghouls, leaving none behind.

"The Great Elder is joking. I wonder when we shall depart?" Li Yuan replied simply, changing the subject to avoid being seen as unusual.

Chu Han immediately jolted awake, her limbs springing up. Where was she? Why was her body so stiff?

Wu Daozi also saw what Bu Chengqi was thinking. He stroked his beard and said slowly, "The Golden-Winged Great Peng is an unexpected situation, but it is not necessarily without opportunity. You should first consume the Heaven and Earth Creation Pill to advance to the mid-stage of the Yuan-Forging Realm; I need to make some more preparations on my end."

Just as Meng Li used his blade techniques to intimidate the soldiers, Han Ming and Yang Tiesheng began their troop training in the other two camps.