Chapter 59: Feinting Down the Main Road, Advancing by a Hidden Path

Song Linlang’s face was pale, yet she still refused to give up struggling. “Maybe I remembered wrong. I think my mother saw it on the way here.”

The police chief, seeing Lieutenant Lan emerge with his men, signaled for his own officers to return to the construction site from earlier.

Even her father, when mentioning Cai Liang, would always speak with admiration; if he were to meet the man, he would likely bow in respect.

Indeed, if Number Seventeen wished to escape, he could do so in an instant. After all, he was part of the Carefree Phantom System, and the name “Carefree” was no exaggeration. To kill him was nearly impossible, for he could simply cross over to another world and vanish without a trace.

Though the Continent of Myriad Gods was dubbed the core of the Chaos Universe, in truth it was not the mightiest divine domain in existence.

Yet the Mistress of the Ice Palace, clad in a sleeveless gown that plunged in a V to her navel, exposing half her delicate chest and bare back, the hem short in front and long behind, with her slender, flawless legs revealed, seemed to feel not a trace of cold.

Fatty slapped Sandog on the neck, glaring fiercely at him. Realizing his own guilt, Sandog hurried forward and opened the cell door.

“Damn, truly vicious—imagine thinking up such a cruel way to torture someone.” Even Chen Nan, who prided himself on his resilience, felt his heart race with fear as he listened.

“The Five Elements Spirit Gu!” Qiu Kui cried out in alarm, for after its resurrection, the insect’s radiance was even brighter than before, indicating its power had grown beyond its former limits.

A little after six in the afternoon, Li Lei’s phone suddenly rang. He withdrew from his cultivation state, picked up the phone, and saw that the call was from Xiao Ying’er.

Tang Shishui watched Tang Xunji intently—someone with whom he had not exchanged a word in over a decade.

Shukaku the One-Tail, Panda Jiaozi, Bruin the Brown Bear, Venusaur, Blastoise… One colossal beast after another roared, spreading terror in their wake.

“If you don’t understand, go look in the mirror,” Tang Su said, his gaze deliberately or otherwise sweeping across her neck.

After all, Liang Junfeng’s “Liang’s Shield” was far more useful than Bai Sensen’s scrolls. The fully automated defensive field was vastly superior to the laborious act of tearing open a scroll.

Su Yanfeng, listening to these words uttered through gritted teeth and with obvious intent, still maintained his gracious smile.

Night had grown chilly. There was no warm water at this hour, so Han Yun could only wash himself quickly with cold water.

Xiao Wendao could not tell if that azure aura was truly immortal energy, but its essence was denser than both spiritual and primordial energy.

Beyond the Gates of the Underworld, the demon army pressed forward. A million demons surged with overwhelming momentum, each greater demon radiating a formidable presence that left the two Eastern Ghost Emperors inside the gate trembling with fear.

At the same time, among the weapons group trapped by the Cold Jade Sword’s light, aside from Fork who was unable to rise, the remaining three, after a brief respite, managed to escape the deadly blade’s glow in utter disarray.

“Come in,” Lin Feixue said, putting away her amethyst ink jade. Upon seeing it was Wang Weidong, her expression soured with a hint of disgust. She noticed the fresh handprint on Wang Weidong’s face—it looked newly delivered.

Don’t recognize it? Wells’ heart sank. Ning Hongtai didn’t recognize it either. “Professor Ning, can you decipher the ancient script?” This was the crucial point; not recognizing it was fine, as long as he could break the code.

If this really was someone else’s manor, they would have to find the owner, apologize, and then take their leave.

Relics were not exclusive to accomplished monks; any cultivator who reached the Transformation Dragon realm could leave behind such a relic after death. The relic was the crystallization of a cultivator’s life essence, containing all their memories and insights—a treasure beyond price for any practitioner.