Chapter 32
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Taylor unscrewed the scanning probe from the top of the research station. Xingying tore off the display that had been intended to separate the instruments beside the station, while Shi Wu simply carried all the equipment away and piled it against the wall. Had the research station not been welded to the floor, they would have hauled that away as well.
Elder Mysterious Pupil stopped speaking halfway through, as though deliberately keeping them in suspense. He picked up his teacup and took a sip before continuing. “I think that ever since Cohen left Pupil City and founded the Eastern Nether Sect, he has taken many measures against us, while we have remained completely unaware.”
Han Yi remained silent throughout the meal. Jian Muxi and Leng Zheyu could more or less guess why he was dispirited, but Jian Zhiyu had no idea.
By rights, given her age and their close relationship, she should have offered her a formal greeting, after which the other woman would modestly decline it. That was the proper etiquette.
The Harrier had expected a fierce battle, but the moment he restrained Zou Jiajia, Xingying unexpectedly surrendered without resistance. She had only one condition: Zou Jiajia must not be harmed.
The more Nie Yunhua thought about it, the more convinced she became. She cast a deep glance toward the heights of the snowy mountain, then turned and retraced her steps.
Their family had been running the shop for more than a decade. They had seen every kind of troublemaker imaginable; these few were hardly worth mentioning.
Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly recalled a detail. She had been so focused on the fighting inside that she had completely overlooked the fact that a strand of spiritual power had swept across the sky.
Jian Zhiyu recounted everything that had happened over the past two days to Mu Sisi, emphasizing in particular that her current superior was an old acquaintance from four years ago.
At least, that was how it seemed to Tang Ze. As an immortal monster, he had neither stamina nor physical attributes to speak of, but his mobility and combat ability were probably still inferior to those of a Dark Hunter.
As the group advanced, they slew a considerable number of skeletons and members of the Moon Clan. Level 15 [Surging Flame] had gathered a force of Razor Demons beneath him, eighty-two in all. Although they were Fallen Shamans, their intimidating presence and many of their spells were still useful.
But there was nothing to be done about that. He would complete his own mission first. He had no intention of changing history; changing history was no trivial matter, and who knew how the future would unfold if he interfered? As for cultivating a few people, Ling Zhoutian felt that it should not cause any trouble.
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The other party’s method of concealing their presence was indeed extraordinarily powerful. But Lin Yun possessed the ability known as [Three Thousand Divine Concealments], and his aura was perfectly blended into the air. Even at point-blank range, no one could sense him.
“Yes. And as for the negotiation with Mr. Ritual Officer, the Governor has already sent someone else in your place. He wants you to get some rest.” After saying this, the adjutant immediately lowered his head, afraid to meet Nigel’s eyes.
Pampered and privileged since childhood, he had never encountered anyone who dared even give him a displeased look apart from his grandfather, let alone strike him hard enough to send him flying.
As long as he knew which rear entrance the other party had used to enter the satellite, Ling Zhoutian could use that same entrance to get into the Pentagon.
Lin Yun glanced at the gravity-adjustment talisman stone by the door. He had intended to increase the gravity to twice normal, but remembering that he had not yet fully adapted to the current gravity, he abandoned the idea.
It was not only Liu Sheng Tianba. At that moment, everyone in the Yuanzhou Mountains had their eyes fixed on Qin Tian.
Wang Jingzhi hurriedly put away the black stone. A clear ringing sound followed as he drew a white flying sword, yet several eerie red glimmers flashed across its blade.
As for the emperor’s edict, he no longer resented Murong Zhaoyun. Thinking it over, she was only a three-year-old child; the emperor had simply misunderstood the situation, and she had even helped clear his name.
“Seventy years ago, Grandfather explored the path for us. This time, we are determined to obtain the inheritance.” The two men burst into laughter, sending yellow sand flying in all directions.
Bai Jing smiled faintly and turned her gaze toward Xiao Mulan. Her eyes lingered on the other woman’s prominent bosom, while a trace of complexity appeared on her pretty face.
The other three of the Four Heavenly Kings, who had once sworn brotherhood with Ye Tian’ang, had also successively broken through into the Heavenly Emperor realm. Although Murong Yu was pregnant, her strength had increased considerably as well. Just the day before yesterday, she had naturally advanced to the Heavenly Emperor stage.
Xie Bitao did as instructed. She came before Xie Qingyuan, retreated three steps, knelt on the ground, bowed her head in salute, and called out, “Grandfather,” three times.
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As for Murong Fengxue, he had already given her chances—countless chances, in fact. Yet each time, she had used them only to squander them, and every wasted opportunity had become an eternal sin.
“Damn it! We must defeat them no matter what! Charge through!” The Japanese commander leaped about as he shouted orders. Faced with the overwhelmingly powerful firepower of the East Sea Fleet, he could do nothing at all and was held firmly at bay.
Qingqing, I am truly sorry. I can go back with you, but once you are settled, I will find a chance to come back.
However, the instant the two disciples stepped forward, an invisible pressure of inner force sent them flying apart. Their bodies shot into the air and crashed heavily onto the ground more than ten meters away, finally drawing everyone’s attention.
Today was the opening ceremony. Every year, the school held a ball to celebrate the start of the new term, and everyone attended in formal dress. The ball was held in the morning, followed by classes in the afternoon.
Feng Lingxi could not be bothered with him. She took the paper crane from her sleeve once more and, with a slight movement of her fingers, unfolded it.
“If you do not want anything to happen to your family, do as I say and get rid of this child,” Ji Xusheng threatened.
“Really, Doctor Liu? You are truly willing to trust me again? Since you support me so wholeheartedly, I will certainly not disappoint you. Nor will I disappoint the people who researched alongside me before.” Hearing Doctor Liu express his support, Ji Liangchuan felt considerably better.
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