Chapter 57 Posthumous Ennoblement of Madam Nitte

The portal to the Ghost Realm passage was surprisingly quiet; all the cultivators chose to defy Grand Elder Long Linshan's orders in silence.

Hearing this, a trace of disappointment appeared on his face. I had been waiting for him to reveal some information, but who would have known he would say nothing at all. He only asked again if my last name was Jin and if my grandfather's name was Jin Guozhong. Hearing this, I shook my head and said my grandfather's name was Jin Zhongguo, not Jin Guozhong. Upon hearing this, he became even more disappointed.

"Rest assured, I know what I'm doing!" Haotian secretly transmitted his voice to Zhang Fan. "Come on, let's continue the fight." Haotian straightened his back, looked coldly at the fox demon, and spoke indifferently.

We walked over to take a closer look and found that the left wall of the cave was covered entirely in murals. The murals were painted with raw black ink; although they had weathered many years, they were still exceptionally well-preserved. Furthermore, when the flashlight shone upon the raw black ink of those murals, it seemed to reflect a faint light.

Emerging from the underground parking lot, Huang Yu led Westbrook and the others onto the main street of Chinatown. Following his memories, Huang Yu found that two-story storefront. Although these memories were from three years ago and his predecessor hadn't visited this place in several years, the changes were simply too drastic.

Receiving the ball, Huang Yu executed a sudden stop and drained a deep three-pointer. Anthony clearly did not expect Huang Yu to shoot here, and caught off guard, he could only watch with his eyes as the ball sailed into the basket, further extending the Lakers' lead!

"Hahaha, Brother Man, you and I drank for a whole night, and you ate nearly three-quarters of that roasted wolf meat by yourself. Could it be that Brother Man is still not full?" Haotian asked with a wry smile.

The man sneered. That magnetic voice and teasing tone, however, sounded like filthy, nauseating garbage in Wu Juehuan's ears.

With his physical body completely destroyed, even a Nether Realm master would need to expend a portion of their energy to recover. At this moment, Lin Kongzhi's furious roars echoed throughout the entire tunnel.

"I saw it; it vanished right there," Hehe pointed at a barren mountaintop and said.

The cravings in his stomach had long been stirred up, but unfortunately, he had arrived late and was only able to eat his fill until now.

"Senior Sister, what you shot and killed just now were not nether ghost soldiers; they were merely nether spirits, at best only considered rudimentary embryonic forms of ghost soldiers. Therefore, once they are shattered, they cannot reform," Baonu explained hurriedly.

After calling out for a long time, Minghun finally woke up in a daze. However, once it woke up, the effect was immediate—all the puppets in the entire hall immediately sprang into motion.

The sunlight that had enveloped the warm family atmosphere had slipped away quietly, leaving behind only grayness and gloom. Inhaled into the mouth and pressed upon the heart, it felt suffocating and overwhelmingly oppressive.

The shadow flashed past Maya in an instant, its dark golden forelimbs retracting as it continued to fly backward. The entire process took less than half a second.

"Is that so? So you've all been harboring this question all along? Very well, I shall answer you now."

Shi Chenghong had not only utilized his race's special technique, but he had also integrated Earth's hidden energy into his own martial arts, concealing it within the black flames.

Even though the third warlord was very decisive and directly forced his champion partner to overdraw its potential to reach the sixth rank of the champion level, slightly surpassing Chen Zhan's champion partner in raw attributes, it was of no use. Unfamiliar with his soaring attributes, he was completely suppressed in single combat.

Previously, some scenes had flashed through his mind, and he knew it was Xuan'er, but they were somewhat hazy.

A large mouthful of fresh blood spewed from his mouth. Immediately afterward, Fang Yan was sent flying backward like an arrow released from a string, soaring straight out of the cave and plunging toward the mountain base far below.

A series of piercing sounds suddenly rang in everyone's ears, giving them a massive start. When they reacted and looked at the scene before them, they couldn't help but gasp in horror.

The next morning when I woke up, Shen Fang had dark circles under his eyes, looking as though he had stayed up all night. I didn't dare to speak to him, so I climbed down from the bed, quietly washed my face, and tidied up the dorm.

The murmurs in the corridor outside the office grew fainter. As if unable to get any good news, the reporters gradually dispersed, leaving only the hurried footsteps of medical staff coming and going.

"Mother Wu, has the water boiled? I want to brew Kung Fu tea for Changqing," Chu Yuhu said weakly to Mother Wu.

Even though he was unwilling to believe this fact, looking at Helan Mingruo's ice-cold, peerless face, he could still discern something from her subtle facial changes.

His single word of praise blew away all the fatigue of my entire day, making everything feel so entirely worthwhile.

After Wang Hongjun walked into the dark passage, the hunchbacked man let out a sigh of relief, wearing the expression of someone who had narrowly cheated death. But immediately afterward, his expression changed drastically; in the past, whenever Wang Hongjun came over, he would always be made to scout the path ahead, but this time, Wang Hongjun had actually bypassed him and walked into the dark passage himself.

Behind this expanse of white mist, beside that thatched cottage, it was exceptionally quiet at the moment. That spirit fox also lay leisurely to the side, quietly staring in the direction where Fang Yan and the others had departed, remaining motionless for a long time.

Therefore, Lin Xi chose to come at this time. He figured that since he was merely a scholarly licentiate, he was far too distant from the imperial palace and the court; what could he possibly know?

Just as Qin Yibai and the multitudes stood in bewildered silence, a drifting, hazy voice suddenly echoed leisurely through the space, only to vanish again a moment later. In his astonishment, Qin Yibai almost suspected he had misheard, but right at that moment, the voice sounded once more.