Chapter 37: Backing You Up

Speaking of Rachel’s new show, it is actually a documentary-style program filmed in a cinéma vérité format.

“What is a ‘Taiqing True Immortal’? Are there really so many types of True Immortals?” Jin Xiangdi asked, puzzled. He had already felt that it was difficult enough to hear that one needed to be at least a True Immortal to perform an enlightenment; the requirement of being a Taiqing True Immortal made the conditions seem even more demanding.

“Disasters in the human realm are endless. The Divine Realm cannot intervene in everything. Unless a great catastrophe like the Primordial Demon Realm descends, the Divine Realm will not easily interfere in human affairs,” Peacock replied truthfully.

The Americans were not truly wary of Lin Dong’s Hurricane Industry, but rather the behemoth that is China. Lian Heng’s idea was to seek China’s help, but while one could get China to shout slogans, getting them to take action was harder than threatening Old Ma into agreeing to a joint military exercise.

At this moment, having returned to his cave dwelling, Wu Yifan flipped his hand, and the golden, jade-like "amber" appeared in his palm. After a brief moment of contemplation, he closed his eyes. With the "Heart of Amber" held in his palm, he guided his internal energy to flow slowly, eager to discover what benefits this "Heart of Amber" truly held for his cultivation.

Jiang Qingfeng needed to return on the merchant ship, but of course, he had to pay them in silver. Without enough silver, he could only use coral as a substitute. Unfortunately, they had lived in poverty their entire lives, relying on fishing and farming for self-sufficiency, and had no funds for overseas travel.

After leading the person to the courtyard where Xu Chen and the others were staying, Lu Wen did not wait for him to leave before striding into the courtyard.

However, neither of them noticed that while Gu Yunting was undergoing his tribulation and ascending, Lin Xun, who had just stepped onto the eighty-eighth stone step, was quietly surrounded by ripples resembling flowing water, which permeated through his skin and pores.

The Golden Core cultivator from the Family Alliance was the closest, and with him, that golden seal had vanished without a trace.

When He Yun arrived, what he saw was a narrow pass crowded with ships. At the entrance of the pass, two burning, abandoned ships were positioned horizontally, blocking the way. Behind them was the enemy flagship—the very ship housing those annoying catapults.

Not far away, Qian Jiaolan and Shen Qingxi were smiling and chatting with guests. Bi Qianmo’s gaze darkened slightly, and he stepped toward them.

Some people below also began to notice the silver seat, staring blankly at the cloud, immensely curious about what kind of cloud it was.

He reached his hand toward the beam of light, but was burned so severely that he recoiled, his hand covered in dense blisters.

The staff whistled through the air as it smashed toward Wu Tian, who dodged it by turning to the side. The staff swept horizontally, but the tip of Wu Tian’s blade had already touched the other man’s ribs.

If she could learn a thing or two from Mo Ke’s treatment of Old Huang, it might be of great help to her medical skills. As a doctor, treating patients was a duty, but improving one’s medical expertise was their pursuit.

When it came to understanding the stalk of the Red Flame Flower, no one on Earth knew more than he did. Since this concerned Luo Dashan’s life, Luo Wanmei was not afraid of spending money; she only feared buying a fake, which would have dire consequences.

“It is I, the Evil Spirit Tiger. You came to me, and I can sense that you are different from those despicable humans. I can feel your kindness, and I hope to gain your help.”

Behind them, Wen Luo, Cao Yan, and Lan Qian followed closely. Bai Ze, however, appeared completely indifferent, walking along at a leisurely pace as if he were just out for a stroll.

Le Yan nodded. Yan Sibei had previously said that Siming would help find craftsmen, and now that they had arrived, she said, “Thank you.” With that, she led the craftsmen and the villagers who had come to help toward the wasteland.

The man before her was a global superstar; one only had to look at the reactions of those people earlier to know how terrifying his popularity was. Even if she were given ten thousand lives, she wouldn’t dare to have any romantic thoughts now.

Zhang Bufan could not possibly trade his talismans, but since he still had some bottled water and bread, they were perfect for trading.

After the day’s ordeal, he had finally understood why Awu had chosen him as a slave to keep by her side.

The Civil Affairs Bureau had far more room for development than the Disabled Persons’ Federation. Although it was just a nominal position, it still held more weight than being a vice-chair of the Federation.

With killing intent surging in his heart, Xiao Yan gripped his palm tightly, and the jade plaque in his hand crumbled into powder.

Zhao Yan specifically hired someone to apply "sickly" makeup and, being pushed by Zhou Fan’s assistant, appeared in public once again.

Those major powers also tacitly agreed not to rashly extend their reach here, so as not to provoke the dissatisfaction of Canaan Academy.

People die for wealth. Ito Toshihiko was not a greedy man, but his father was—a man who drank, gambled, borrowed millions in usury under his son's name, and then fled.

The building, blackened by gunpowder and explosions, was reduced to a shell, with large swathes of broken glass scattered over a dozen meters, reflecting shimmering light under the sun.

This took him by surprise, but he immediately realized that this should be considered a benefit provided by the system to everyone.

Xu Qiangwei had her own affairs and did not spend much time with Chi Wan, though she had spent the entire night at Chi Wan’s place yesterday.

Ninth Brother thought for a moment and said, “Everyone at the steel mill is dead; there must have been forty or fifty of them.”

Over the following month, Ling Feng fought different Level 3 monsters every day, and each time he fought many against few, and the weak against the strong. Gradually, Ling Feng’s reputation spread throughout the Beast Arena.

“Wei-zi, how are you feeling?” Li Hua asked, watching him nervously. He knew Han Wei’s body should be fine, but he feared he would become crazed like Liu Shi and not even recognize him.

Gu Nian was still gasping for air, her eyes fixed tightly on Su Wen, who was still lying on the ground, and Xie Changwan, who had just been choking her.

Yuan Zicong had always enjoyed belittling the ignorant to death, so he told that girl that if she had the chance, she could steal it for them to see. Shang Lihong was good-looking, but a bit dim-witted; hearing Yuan Zicong say that, she actually agreed wholeheartedly.

Huang Wei had accidentally heard a classic saying: “To capture a man’s heart, you must first capture his stomach.” During this time, Huang Wei had been studying culinary arts very diligently, all to firmly lock down Ye Feng’s heart. Once Wen Biyun found out, she would occasionally partner with Huang Wei.

At first, there were others in the hospital room, and Gu Nian could pretend not to see him, but now that everyone had left, it was just the two of them.

“That’s true. Then, is there anything I need to prepare?” My thoughts were completely elsewhere, but I followed his lead and asked anyway.

Actually, his words sounded like he was saying them to himself. After all, now that Haozi was missing, he had to take at least some responsibility. I told Tie Ying not to get too worked up; Haozi was a lucky person and should be fine. As he himself had said, he had narrowly escaped death several times, yet he had survived until now.