Chapter 55: Caught (Happy New Year)

Yang Chunyan felt a slight tingling on her scalp. Clearing her throat, she braced herself, walked forward, and greeted everyone with a smile.

I took the phone and looked at it. It was a newly captured photograph depicting a man sitting inside a tall wooden barrel. Wisps of steam rose from the rim of the barrel; his eyes were closed and his brows were tightly furrowed. Even though three years had passed, I recognized him at a single glance.

The makeup artist blushed, quickly pulled up his trousers, packed his luggage, and got into the vehicle. Fearing that rats might chew through his bags, he placed all his luggage inside the driver's car.

Because of the heavy rain, the sky, which had just begun to grow bright, grew dim once again. I walked stealthily along the edge of the tea plantation, catching sight of lights shining in many households across the village. The villagers, having nothing to do, had all returned to their homes.

"Humph! The third cup is done!" Having finished her three cups, An Ruofei was actually somewhat dizzy, but she put on a brave front to save face.

Naturally, Bai Yunyi was helpless as well. After all, her past life did not involve studying medicine, and upon abruptly transmigrating into this era, she possessed no special golden fingers or cheat abilities, leaving her to worry in vain.

Since the Emperor and Chu Bin were considered fellow apprentices under the same master, the Emperor took it upon himself to grant their wish, finding a condemned prisoner to drink poison and die in place of Bai Zhaoyan.

I had to admit that Huo Yanshen's scent was indeed rather peculiar. Not wanting to suffocate Yang Chunyan with the odor, Huo Yanshen obediently boiled a pot of hot water for himself and took a thorough bath.

"I will divide my property and give you half. As for the assets belonging to my parents and family, they have nothing to do with you." Qi Yu did not appear to be putting on an act; he spoke with utmost sincerity.

I opened my eyes abruptly to find that the upper half of his body had transformed into human form, while the lower half was a purplish-black snake tail. His snake tail had been poisoned by the Blue Scorpion Gu, making even the slightest movement an arduous struggle.

All of this was because Zhang Xuanqing knew that only by giving more could one harvest more.

Precisely for this reason, cultivators who reached the second realm were hailed as destined swordsmen. The will of the heavens decreed that such individuals could become grandmasters in the realm of swordsmanship. As for the depth of their cultivation and the severity of the damage they could inflict, it depended entirely on their individual talent and comprehension.

Being a corpse king just the same, this creature was not much inferior to the corpse king of Xiangxi. Moreover, Dongting Lake was its home turf, and if we were to truly cross paths with it, we would have to retreat three times as far.

With his own strength, Ye Luo could enter this Martial Arts Cultivation Tournament with absolute ease, yet he did not wish to make things too high-profile.

Therefore, following the solution modeled after the "Heavenly Dragon Go Game," quite a number of people should be able to crack this chess formation in nine moves.

If anyone else had said those words, I might have felt somewhat unconvinced. After all, the allure of the Glacier Snow Corpse was immense, and with so many desperate outlaws gathered in the plaza, no matter how formidable the crazy monk was, he could not withstand sheer numbers. Yet coming from Deng Bochuan, those words left me unable to refute.

Guo Xiaofeng had not yet recovered from the joy of acquiring his own weapon, and nodded mechanically.

I felt somewhat ashamed; it seemed that without a discerning eye, venturing into an auction house was truly out of the question. Fortunately, Zhang Wumin was well-traveled and knowledgeable, which allowed him to recognize the incantations inscribed above.

Therefore, almost as soon as the rumors began to spread everywhere, the Dark Sect had already started making its own preparations in private.

"I remember in the original mortal drama, there was the Heavenly Essence Slaying Sword, and its forging process bore a striking resemblance to the creation of this blade. I wonder if this object has some origin connection with that Heavenly Essence Slaying Sword?" Fang Chen muttered to himself.

Fang Chen chuckled inwardly, and with a sudden surge of his genuine qi, Nalan Yanran and the young man were instantly blown ten zhang away, coughing up a mouthful of blood mid-air.

Do not assume that the number of mighty grandmasters in the Questioning Realm here was insignificant; when it truly came down to it, among those present, the ones who dared claim they could maintain a fifty-fifty match against the White Wolf Demon King were definitely no more than three.

In a fit of fury, Fang Chen struck out with a palm toward Li Qiuxiu. In an instant, fierce energy surged through the room, and the statue of the Fairy Sister teetered as if about to topple over.

The tail end of the explosive round lacked a triggering component, the so-called primer assembly, yet when the machine cannon's firing pin struck it, it could still detonate the mushroom gunpowder and launch the warhead. Such a design was somewhat unreasonable, but Meng Nan had already learned not to probe into the reasons why—why delve into it? It undoubtedly had something to do with "I think therefore it can fire."

Even if machine guns failed, with the coverage rate of millions of rounds per second provided by the Phalanx CIWS, what could you possibly use to break through?

That time would not be too extended; by then, Tianzhu would be able to clearly perceive the awakening will of the Li Dragon from the Northern Gazing Pagoda.

Humans were locked in a fierce, indistinguishable battle against demons, with shrieks and agonizing cries echoing everywhere, leaving only this bunch of Orks to stand out uniquely, looking incomparably joyful.

Yet, after hesitating for a long time, the vigilance he held toward the unfathomably powerful Su Ze of unknown origin, coupled with the guarded wariness of the many watchful demon kings nearby, ultimately suppressed the intense murderous intent rising in his heart.

Zixiang Pavilion was already adorned with festive lanterns and colorful streamers, and sounds of merriment along with various musical instruments drifted from within. By the time Yunxu arrived there, night had already fallen.

Under normal circumstances, such a person within a caravan was referred to as the "Chief Mate," responsible for all reconnaissance, alert duties, and campsite security, functioning essentially as the deputy manager of the caravan.

Although he was unwilling to admit defeat to Yao Xuan in front of outsiders, in front of Qian Renxue, he had no desire to lie, choosing instead to state the truth of the matter.

At the very least, what enraged Su Nanqiu the most was that the two old Daoist priests from earlier in the day were standing right there, flanking the doorway on either side like a pair of door gods. Further back, above the bed, Shang Yihuan and Sun Xiao were seated, with Sister Cui standing close beside them.