Chapter 43: The Meeting

As soon as Grace finished speaking, Lu Xia understood the man's meaning.

In fact, it was quite simple to understand; she just hadn't thought in that direction before.

As a defective male, Grace’s fate in the empire was unalterable. But now, he had become a gene-fusion subject—a blessing in disguise due to an accident, yet one that would inevitably attract attention.

It would draw the covetous, those eager to probe the secrets hidden within him.

All of this required her...

The giant hound seemed to have regained much of its clarity, raising its head to glance at him before immediately being scared half to death by the aura radiating from his body.

Hearing that they could rest now, the others dispersed in twos and threes to find a place to lie down. Gao Yang volunteered to take the first watch, considering that he was virtually the only one here with full combat capability. Unexpectedly, however, Liang Sitao and Guan Penghai approached Gao Yang.

"Dahlia, I, Boss Jin, propose a toast to you." As Boss Jin rubbed his crew-cut hair with a metal hand, he reached out an empty cup with his other metallic arm and said. His words were slurred and difficult to decipher, requiring careful listening to catch the meaning.

Having transferred from Bayern to Fiorentina, he failed to conquer the Italian fans quickly; instead, he fell into a bizarre series of injuries, playing only three matches before effectively missing the entire season.

Everyone knew this was utter nonsense, but since the Demon King insisted on putting it that way, no one could openly refute him.

"Hmph, there are simply too many disobedient people in the class. Some need to be cleared out. Only then can I maintain better control," Shen Fengxing said indifferently.

Seeing that the matter had been handled, Wu Wei felt a weight lift from his mind. He returned home and waited for a long time, but no system prompt for a real-world task arrived. It seemed he had temporarily escaped a crisis. He called his mother to let her know he was safe, sparing her any worry in case he stayed in the Steel City for too long.

Addressing him as the Demon Emperor was naturally an acknowledgment of Emperor Jun's status, showing that the two of them had come sincerely for the safety of the demon race. Since Emperor Jun was the sovereign of the demons, they were willing to follow his arrangements.

"Apologize, apologies! It's just a habitual rant of mine!" Qin Ling hurriedly begged for forgiveness, then urged the dark-skinned man to continue his story.

"There is no major matter. The two of you, take my token and go to the human realm in my stead. Bring my four disciples back here, and the two of you may remain in the human realm for quiet cultivation. I believe you will gain something from it!" the sect leader said, speaking in riddles.

Time ticked away bit by bit until, after quite a while, Chu Tian regained his composure. For reasons unknown, the Buddha statue suddenly burst with a loud bang, shattering entirely into dust.

Everyone chimed in to say it was nothing, that they understood, and that it had nothing to do with her. Fang Ziqin also spoke up; she had heard that it was his firm support that kept her from being expelled, and she was deeply grateful to Yang Guishan.

Hearing that the news headline from the Feixin Dojo about the Gesheng Team had already made them jumpy like startled birds, she couldn't help shivering. She was just about to voice her protest to Zhou Yang when she caught sight of another person, causing her to swallow the words stuck in her throat and gaze at him in silence.

At that moment, Chu Tian noticed a white light revolving around his lower dantian, and finally, all that energy poured into the nine infant souls.

Hu Yang glanced at Liu Qingqing with some displeasure. Liu Qingqing met his gaze without showing the slightest weakness, their eyes colliding across the empty space, seemingly sparking a faint trace of fire.

Seeing this, Mu Yi did not waste a single word; seizing the opportunity, he pulled back and bolted toward the whirlpool at the center, heading precisely in the direction where Wang Fan was located.

Had the plan crafted over such a long time, and the meticulously chosen battlefield for the ambush, all gone to waste?

Seeing that everyone had finished packing, Qiu Chen chanted an unknown incantation, and a surge of spiritual energy from the tip of his right index finger shot fiercely straight into the mirror.

As for people like Elder Jin, even if you stacked three or five of them together, they still wouldn't be a match for Su Zhe.

Sure enough, before the final clone had time to fly away, several deities suddenly popped up in unison within the immortal palace's grand hall, aiming various arts and spells directly at the trailing clone.