Chapter Sixty-One: The Conclusion

It was eight o’clock in the evening when rescue workers pulled Yang Yongfang from the canyon.

The police were able to locate Yang so quickly because that afternoon, a farm woman had reported her husband missing while he was working in the fields. Investigation revealed that the husband had come into contact with a man wearing a hoodie and a mask, whose stature and attire bore a striking resemblance to the masked figure.

During their on-site sweep, the police discovered a burnt wooden cabin, steel arrow holes in a small tree, bloodstains on the hillside, and a scrap of clothing snagged on the edge of the canyon. Following these clues, they finally spotted Yang Yongfang, barely clinging to life, caught in a pine tree halfway down the ravine. Once rescued, Yang was immediately rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.

An elemental weapon based on the Method of Illusion is naturally more durable, but at the same time, it forfeits the amplification effects that the Method of Illusion provides.

"By the way, what do your parents do for a living?" Lin Chen asked while driving.

Chen Feng stared at the restored teleportation array, deep in thought, considering every possibility, yet no viable solution came to mind.

Zhanzhan Temür clutched his chest in agony. Having been struck while completely off guard, and combined with Lan Yu’s masterful archery, the entire arrowhead had buried itself deep into his body.

Finally having blocked Lin Chen's strike, Han Yiping felt a wave of relief. But at that moment, Lin Chen’s Ancient Sword of Heavenly Derivation locked onto him again. Feeling the razor-sharp sword qi fixate on his position, Han couldn't help but swallow hard, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

The battle for supremacy among the five nations was no small matter, and since Xu Yan had provoked him, Mo Fan certainly wouldn't make things easy for the man.

Even the sovereign would not dare to act recklessly; one can only imagine how lofty this man’s status truly was.

"Whoosh—" No sooner had the words left Zhanzhan Temür’s lips than an arrow whistled through the air, striking him square in the chest.

The Dark Reaper raised its scythe and attacked Chen Feng, but Chen did not even bother to dodge; with a single punch, he obliterated the creature and seized its scythe.

"Haha! With Mr. Li’s status, would he really care about these gambling ventures?" Young Master Le laughed.

At this moment, the silk thread remained perfectly tied, showing no signs of disturbance. This meant that from the time she had tied it until now, no one had touched the bolt or pushed the door.

After the young man in black appeared, Zheng Jie couldn't help but step back. Although he was just an ordinary person—unawakened and ignorant of cultivation—he had an uncle who had been fortunate enough to awaken and was now at the first level of the Spirit Cultivation stage.

To his relief, Li Siqing and Lü Ruorong were dressed as they usually were when going out, each wearing large glasses. Although their graceful figures still drew attention, with their faces obscured and hidden in the shadows, they naturally attracted less scrutiny.

Following this, Ye Xiyun ordered all the cultivators present to follow the commands of the Great Strength Ghost King, with no exceptions, not even for Yi Changtian. After all, the Great Strength Ghost King had once been the master of a palace and a cultivator of the Creation Realm; managing these cultivators was a trivial matter for him.

At this thought, a notion stirred in his mind: if he could obtain a mutated grapevine, would it truly be possible to brew wine from spiritual fruit?

"You are truly amazing, Big Sister!" Seryu pressed her face against her chest, offering a muffled, admiring compliment.

Meng Yina did not speak, only shaking her head. Wen Yichen wanted to say more, but, unsure of what to add, he could only turn and leave.

Most demon cultivators possess massive original forms; the reason they take human shape is that only in human form do they possess the ability to resist these parasitic gu insects.

Rong Jin stepped forward two paces, still unable to make out the man's features. Yet, as a seasoned opera fan, he recognized the rhythmic, deliberate gait—the man had clearly trained. Could he be an opera performer?

He only spoke a few brief sentences before falling silent, but Lü Jun could not suppress his emotions, his eyes brimming with joy.

If that were the case, then the first box was an intentional act. Did that mean the box in Lu Dahai’s possession and the one held by the Heavenly-Rank Daoist Master had also been specifically arranged by the people inside the house for them to find?