Chapter 82: Zhu Lin’s Thoughtful Gift

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“Through the princess’s knowledge from the Han palace, we’re able to grasp intelligence about the Han dynasty, and thus can anticipate the movements of their army,” the general said respectfully.

With the aid of invisibility cloaks and night-vision goggles, Mu Xifeng and his two companions bypassed the mist-shrouded black vegetation, making their way unhindered to the foot of the mountain.

Ji Siming glanced at Tong En with surprise, then turned to the open view beyond the railing and smiled.

Lu Quanzhen, after hearing the headless dog’s analysis, felt much of his gloom dissipate. Yet he grew more wary of this ‘ally’ residing within his own spiritual platform—he seemed to know far too much. Compared to him, Lu felt more a chess piece than a player.

Were it not for the fact that the dwarves before him possessed blood of the gods so diluted that even devouring all of them would not grant him mastery over the divine realm, he would have long abandoned this slow method of building his own statue and absorbing the faith of the dwarven race.

Dressed in white, Mu Xifeng gazed at Zhu Bajie and the others, a smile on his face. Now, Mu Xifeng had completely freed himself from the bloodthirsty aura of the Shura’s power, returning to his former self; his face no longer bore the murderous air of the past.

Once these beings begin to transform towards the strange Buddhist nature, they are drawn anew into the cycle of reincarnation, seeking themselves once more within it.

Zhong Yue understood the root of the trouble, but was powerless to change it. He knew, too, that if he truly refused to participate, Yuhao would forever carry a shadow in his heart.

The air conditioning in the bank was set so low that, stepping out into the street again, the temperature seemed even higher than before. My whole body felt as if it were smoking, even the handle of the umbrella was hot to the touch from the blazing sun. If I kept walking like this, I thought I might suffocate at any moment.

However, the reputation of the Jiejiao sect after the last calamity of the investiture of the gods was so disastrous that Master Kunxu did not immediately agree, leaving only a talisman behind.

Looking up at the black night sky, many people from Earth were visibly tense; it signified that the countdown was nearing its end. In four days, the supernatural resurgence would arrive.

As soon as he finished speaking, a man with a sharp face whispered a few words in his ear, making him grin wickedly.

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“Great Qin will surely prosper—” The farewell procession shouted in unison, their voices drowning out the rumbling thunder.

The insides of his lungs were compressed to the point of zero distance, Chen Xi felt as if his lungs would explode, his body teetering on the brink of death, ever closer to oblivion.

In that moment, everyone present felt their scalps tingle, fleeing madly in terror, their expressions twisted with anxiety and panic.

On the opposite side stood Lin Yu, pure as jade, with striking brows and bright eyes, clad in a flowing green robe. Tall and slender, a sword strapped to his back, he stood proud and upright, like a sharp blade plunging into the earth—heroic and full of a chivalrous spirit.

Fei Fei had been dodging thunderbolts all along, oblivious to the commotion outside the formation. As Ouyang Bingqing departed, the chaos gradually settled.

Besides, her wedding was held at the Celestial Sect, and even the sect leader gave her much face. Looking around, few in the Celestial Sect could manage such a grand wedding; she was the only one.

At this stage, even if Gao Bo didn’t mention it, the players themselves would set their sights on winning the league championship.

Feng Chen secretly exerted force with his right hand, pouring more immortal energy into the formation. The golden array expanded rapidly before their eyes, growing larger and larger until it filled the entire ceiling of the cave.

Thus, the project’s situation had reverted once more to the state of having no confirmed director, no script, and no leading actor.

He was unaffected by the ambient temperature, but practitioners of lower realms still felt the heat in their bodies.

“You’re too tired. Go to bed early and stop overthinking.” As expected, Qin Lang’s brows furrowed; he didn’t reach out again, but simply turned over on the bed and, before closing his eyes, switched off the bedside lamp.

During that time, I barely exerted myself. Everyone took advantage of our numbers, launching a storm of attacks and forcing them to retreat step by step. I stayed at the back, absorbing their vital essence.

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“Qin Lang!” In the cramped compartment, Ye Li heard her own voice, sharp and hoarse, startling the driver and steward in front, who immediately turned to look.

“Kneel a bit longer! I haven’t enjoyed myself enough yet. When I’m satisfied, I’ll let you up, hahahahahaha!” The waiter’s arrogant words reached Qin Haoze’s ears, making him tremble with rage.

He was facing inward, so I couldn’t see his face, but by matching the hairstyle, I instantly recognized him as Second Pig.

Cai Yifu seemed not to have slept well last night, fatigue written all over him. After speaking, he adjusted his glasses and glanced over the faces of the committee members, finally fixing his gaze on Tong the Fat.

After all, he had had plenty of dealings with Hu Tianzheng before; perhaps something could be found on him.

So, when you interact with her next, you must be careful—never let her truly fall for you.

A hint of hesitation appeared on her face; her jade hand gently caressed his chest through the blanket, a faint blush blooming on her cheeks. Had she ever done such a thing for any man before?

Yet, it was only six ships, but wherever they sailed, fear followed. Considering the need to mislead outsiders, the Dragon Tooth Pirates chose to sail from the Sea of Dreams to the Colorful Sea, creating the illusion they were heading to the Fiana Empire for revenge.

Knowing his question was rather foolish, Soges forced a relaxed smile, flashed forward to stand before Saffron, startling the latter into a reflexive step back. Only after retreating did he remember that the young man before him was actually an ally, not an enemy, and felt a bit embarrassed.