Chapter 142: Wen Lanlan

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Upon hearing this, Qin Aofeng quickly walked to the window, opened it, and looked down, but there was no sign of any carriage. Chu Shiyu raised her eyebrows, thinking about how to get rid of these two nuisances—wasn’t this the perfect opportunity? At this moment, Su Mu realized the situation was dire. If even he couldn’t move, how could he possibly hope to tame the Dark Element? According to Long Xueji, the Dark Element was close by; it was just that he couldn’t see her.

Xiao Fan was at the most critical moment of fusion and, by all logic, should no longer be able to use his bloodline power. When the two struck out, their internal energy rippled outward, shockwaves shooting skyward. Their strength was formidable—both were Warriors of the Martial Sovereign realm. Everyone’s attention turned to Su Mu at this remark. They all knew his character and that he had returned for Fu Qu and Lie Feng, but in such a situation, would he still step forward? Qi Ji had initially worried that the two might catch up, but upon sensing the tension, his expression relaxed considerably as he silently thought, "Dog eats dog—give it your all, I’m out of here."

Wang Xuan remained silent, starting the vehicle and driving toward the gate that had been open for some time. The ride was quiet, as if no one else was there, the entire carriage seemingly occupied by a single person. The pioneering group had been in this map for half a day before reaching this point, yet the assassin had leapt over the broken layers and rushed to the halfway point of the mountain in no time. She spoke calmly. As she brushed past him, from start to finish, he never once looked up to meet her gaze.

Moreover, his treachery and cunning exceeded all imagination. His ruthless attacks on enemies were beyond comprehension, disregarding status. To be at odds with such a person meant certain death unless one was confident of obliterating him completely. Given the current Celestial Realm, who possessed the power to kill him? Li Pang hadn’t gone far when he heard the click of the teacher’s music room door opening, likely by Liu Tianqi.

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The audience, unaware of the full story, saw the “guest” take the stage. Though a stranger, her beauty was so striking it made everyone forget she was just an unknown and uncelebrated guest. Liu Qianshui and a few others quickly stepped forward to block the way, with Jin Fan and Qin Ling protecting the young man, and Lan Ling standing on either side.

“Wait at the company; I’ll find you soon,” said Jian Qianqian as she moved to the wardrobe and pulled out a cotton jacket to put on. During the collision of Mo Liancheng’s purple energy and Zi Changtian’s spiritual energy, the earth trembled violently, as if the apocalypse had arrived. As Mo Liancheng and Zi Changtian exchanged blows, they were suddenly bombarded by others. Their bodies were hurled through the air, crashing onto the ground and dragged hundreds of meters, leaving long scars.

They feared oblivion, and when confronted with it, some secret arts could only be partially executed. Yet, the laws of heaven and earth were not so easily bent—news of that move spread far and wide. Therefore, once this secret was revealed, it meant Chen Yan had already fallen amid the fractured realm clouds. The wheel of the heavenly way was lost somewhere, making any further siege on his origin universe meaningless.

After a while, at a critical juncture, a certain lord felt an unprecedented, peculiar sensation—wanting to cry but having no tears. The name ‘A Zhu’ was not entirely unfamiliar; it had appeared in letters during investigations in the past. Jiang Feng understood Li Ming; he knew that beneath Li Ming’s strong and resilient exterior lay a fragile heart.

After half an hour’s journey, they arrived at the place, only to see broken walls and ruins, as if many palaces had been destroyed. Wooden beams soaked in water were covered in moss. Before she could wave her duster, she saw the swordlight flashing among the Ming soldiers, and then seven or eight Qing soldiers around them fell dead. The recently swollen beast-hide man had gained strength through a kind of overexertion; though fueled by anger, he had pushed past his limits. But as his swollen form receded, fatigue surged two to three times over, and his strength barely recovered to fifty or sixty percent. Fortunately, Qiu Yin was not skilled in offense, so he barely managed to hold his ground.

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Bai Mei said, “Junior brother, did you rest well last night?” The tone suggested he was somewhat aware of Xuan Yuan’s sleeping conditions the previous night. The rhinoceros monster, focused on flying, was about to attack the Monkey King when suddenly dark clouds gathered overhead, dimming the sky. Looking up, the beast saw a chunk of cloud rapidly descending, pressing urgently toward its head.

Since this ranking list was released, Li Qing had felt strange gazes from those around him, likely coveting the few Dao artifacts he carried. Fortunately, most disciples at Tianlei Mansion were straightforward and, as usual, harbored no improper thoughts. “Wow!” Ran Shu exclaimed, marveling at the splendid mansion before her.

Even Shen Chuan Yan was eagerly piling food onto his plate—his first time being so anxious in his life. After such a long training period, they were not cultivators and could not fast. In his past life, Lei Ming would have joked his way out of this, but now, burdened by emotion and inexplicable heartbreak, he was ready to drown his sorrows. Smiling faintly, he filled his bowl to the brim, preparing to drink it all in one go.

Lang Tianya studied the deep eyes of Xindu, analyzing what kind of scheme this Indian man might be hiding. After bandaging Ji Zili’s wounds, Jing Lan withdrew, leaving only Zi Qianye and Ji Zili in the room. Luo Li lay back down; beneath her was a soft beast-skin mattress, surely stuffed with many feathers. The sheets were made from black-feather bird skin, soft to the touch. The curtains, also thin beast skin, were embroidered delicately and looked beautiful.

Situ Qianchen glanced back at Situ Qiannan’s urn, already making plans in his heart. If Situ Qianchen wished to leave, no one could stop him.