Chapter Forty-Nine: The Final Trial

After returning to the hotel room, Yan Ming quickly took out his laptop and pulled up the surveillance footage from Baxian Hospital.

In the video, Han Duoduo, dressed as a nurse, entered the elevator. In the corner stood a person wearing a gray long coat, collar raised, a cotton hat pulled low, shoulders hunched, head bowed, his face dusty and indistinct, features impossible to discern.

There were several others in the elevator. Han Duoduo stood on the left, the man in the right corner, the two separated by a considerable distance, without any physical or eye contact throughout.

When the elevator reached the third floor, Han Duoduo stepped out directly. The man exited just as the doors were about to close, following behind her.

“That’s him, no doubt. Even his gait is the same!” Yan Ming said excitedly.

At the initial stage, the wind magic system indeed possessed only one practical attack spell: Wind Blade. Despite its singular form of attack, it had advantages other magical systems could not match.

Taobao watched as Nangong Shuang’er, carrying Shang Qingbing’s body, soared into the sky, hesitating whether to follow.

Nameless swung his sword, slaying several thunder dragons that tried to charge through the chaos. In an instant, a Mountain-Shaking Seal formed, a massive stone imprint that resembled an enormous mountain, pressing down from above.

“Don’t worry, she’s so capable—what trouble could possibly stump her?” Lin Kun reassured.

Meanwhile, KK, who had deliberately withdrawn from the battlefield, paid no mind to Xu Liang’s mocking words. Eyes tightly shut, he suddenly revealed a bitter smile and murmured with difficulty.

Shuiqiu Jing was neither hurried nor frantic, neither monotonous nor melodramatic, acting swiftly but in a calm and steady manner.

In mere moments, the divine beast’s vision was entirely lost, its eyes overwhelmed by the tornado of sand and dust.

Standing behind Kong Rui, Liu Feiyang’s complexion was already sickly and hadn’t improved much. He hadn’t chased after him to pour the remaining hot water on his face, but stared coldly, fully embodying the scorn Kong Rui had just shown.

Tong Muhe was indeed knowledgeable about all manner of materials for forging and alchemy, identifying most with ease. Only a few leaves and some shape-shifting minerals eluded him; the rest he recognized.

“You Chinese really are foolish. You invented such profound idioms—‘throwing eggs against a rock’—do you not know how to use them?” she said in awkward Mandarin.

Logically, only she, her master, and the three immortals knew of this; how did the Western Jade Immortal know? Could immortal power really allow one to probe another’s thoughts?

Missing his punch, the man surnamed Guan showed no disappointment. Though it appeared he missed, Chen Feng had expended much more secret force in that exchange. Once his opponent’s energy was depleted, his speed would falter, leaving him at his mercy.

He shifted the foundation of the five-element world by spatial transfer, placing the body of the Deep Sea Steel Dragon into the Revealed World.

This could hardly be called flattery; it was trust. Or perhaps, it could also be a test.

Situ Di swept a cold gaze at Hong Cheng, who quietly signaled, and then replied solemnly, “A wise bird chooses its tree; I, Situ Di, am no longer a clansman of the Four Directions, but a general of the Snow Domain. That is my answer.”

“I am her father.” Hiss—the middle-aged policeman’s words struck Zhang Shaofei like a blow. Damn, Mu Qingxue’s father? What’s going on—was I cursed today? How did I run into her dad? If Mu Qingxue’s father doesn’t approve of us, what if he splits us apart?

Without a second glance, he solemnly stored the nascent soul, then removed each of Hua Zinan’s space bags, and unleashed spirit fire to burn the corpse.

Seizing the moment, Lan Qianshan and his companions launched another joint attack, coordinating with Bai Yuling’s pursuit, blasting the Black Netherfire Dragon.

“You’ve won. You’ve succeeded in dominating me!” You Zishi glanced at the deepening night outside the window. Though she wished to linger, she stood up.

At last, they buried the deceased Askhato in a pit, returned the box to its place, and parted ways behind the slope.

The next morning, just back from the gym, Li Hao received a call from the company’s investment director, Xiang Ruihan. Born in 1980, Xiang Ruihan held a doctorate in finance from Central University of Economics, with nine years in the investment industry and a substantial web of contacts and connections.