Volume One, Chapter 107: Holding the Trump Card in Hand

"It tastes just the same as it used to," Li Ruochu couldn't help but sigh.

So many years had passed quietly, and she had tried countless times to cook pumpkin porridge.

Her fiery red hair danced in the morning breeze, an undeniable radiance that resembled the first light of dawn slowly breaking over the horizon—stunning and magnificent.

Ling Tianlai let out a sigh of relief. If that dragon tail had actually struck her, she truly feared she wouldn't have been able to withstand it; after all, her body was still severely injured and had yet to recover, leaving her unable to use her battle energy.

"We already have a tiger and a dream-weaving beast at home," Huang Beiyue felt compelled to remind her.

"Tianlai! I will protect Tianlai too!" Yun Bai rushed over excitedly and threw his arms around Ling Tianlai.

If her guess was correct, the secret chamber should be located inside Alliance Leader Leng's room. She only hoped that Leng Boqing was alright.

Her body was finally free, but the intense pain caused her to curl up tightly.

As the group spoke, Kong Mojue, far away in Tianxuan, suddenly shuddered as a chill crept up his spine.

"Aren't you afraid that our weapons will wipe out all of humanity?" Sasha teased playfully.

Gradually, golden flames ignited in Ding Hao’s eyes, and these flames were far more intense than ever before. Old Man An, his hands gripped tightly, looked on with terror, never having imagined that his opponent was actually a cultivator.

"Village Chief!" The shopkeeper, still sprawled over the bench, continued to call out. Unsure of how severe the beating would be for lying, he had not dared to tell the whole truth.

The shopkeeper was confused. How was he supposed to brew it? Brew the tea with freshly boiled water, but keep it lukewarm? That was simply impossible.

Although Baili Hong was already sixty years old, his face remained free of wrinkles. He looked robust and imposing, truly at the peak of his life.

"Hehe, today is truly a wonderful day; we have welcomed another Rinpoche of extraordinary spiritual power," the Dalai Lama said, sitting comfortably in his soft chair, looking immensely satisfied.

After he spoke, because he did not know who had struck, there was no reaction; yet, the thin-faced youth still dared not act rashly.

Zejin had watched his Seventh Brother work for three months. The parts for which the Seventh Brother was responsible were finally complete, which meant the "Magic Puppet Egg" project was drawing to a close and entering the phase under Zejin’s supervision. This determined whether a living magic artifact could truly be created, so both the Seventh Brother and Zejin were incredibly nervous.

Jixiang was choked off by Yang Chong’s remark. Realizing that further words were useless and sensing the unsettling aura spreading from Yang Chong, he immediately chose to launch an all-out attack.

"Ouch!" Lost in thought, Lin Yu accidentally bumped into a rockery. Only then did he realize he didn't know where he had wandered. He looked up, noticing there wasn't a soul in sight, and took in the remarkably beautiful surroundings.

Prince, the Thousand-Handed Demon Saint, did not respond. He merely stared silently at the super-expert about to engage in a life-or-death struggle with Apophis. His brows were furrowed, for he had discovered that the old man was none other than the previous Demon Lord, Lord Ye Tingmeng.

At the thought that this large blue blade might very well be a fourth-tier magical treasure, or even a spirit weapon, the eyes of the Wuji Tianlei Sect cultivators began to gleam with greed.

However, before coming out, A'miao had worried that Wang Qiang might be lying in wait at the police station entrance, but she found her worries to be superfluous; Wang Qiang was not there.

Although the toxic gas lacked strong corrosive power, its toxicity was not weak. All five of them had been exposed to it to varying degrees. While the poison could not fully envelop Qian Jie, it had slightly dulled his five senses.

"What do you think you're doing?" Mo Qianqian shrank back nervously. Before she could regain her composure, Han Jinfeng had yanked her into his arms, pinning her arms behind her back as he pulled her across his lap.