Chapter 26: Is that enough to ensure you perform well tonight?

After the necessary social pleasantries, Lou Yizhou, clad in a high-end tailored suit, sat in the corner of the banquet hall. His posture was languid, and a glass of champagne remained untouched before him.

Amy, wearing a form-fitting black gown, still exuded an air of professional efficiency. She glanced toward Lou Yizhou and whispered to Assistant Xu, "Mr. Lou seems to have something on his mind."

Assistant Xu cautioned, "Amy, don't..."

This guy was just asking for a beating. Tang Yi reached out, grabbed him by the collar, and strode over to face Xue Chuang.

Fang Xuehen was uncertain whether the gray-clad elder had noticed the wildcat, but since he showed no signs of surprise, Fang Xuehen naturally did not ask.

Dr. Fang could not diagnose the underlying cause, yet the patient kept complaining of severe headaches, suggesting her head injury might be worsening. In just an hour, her spirit had visibly withered. Dr. Fang had no choice but to use acupuncture to soothe the pain; her expression finally calmed, and she gradually drifted into an unconscious state.

The Demon-Locking Tower stood nine stories tall, its exterior densely wreathed in sword talismans of every imaginable color.

Upon entering the sanatorium, he saw many people in wheelchairs. Most of them had vacant stares, pushed along by medical staff. The further in he went, the more he realized these people had suffered increasingly severe injuries; some had even had their limbs severed.

"Of course, I’m actually quite heartless, aren't I? All your indulgence was wasted on me; I don't really miss you anymore, though special occasions don't count." I sat cross-legged on the sofa, telling him the truth while stretching my neck forward to study his face.

Graphite bombs are the natural enemy of modern technology; once struck by one, all equipment is rendered useless.

Hearing Zhu Qiran's words, the members of the Yang Gu Sect were the first to cease their attack. Shortly after, Tian Tongtao also ordered the gu-corpses of the Blood Gu Sect to stand down.

"Pfft." Shen Xingluo couldn't help but laugh, the stifled anger caused by Shen Xiaorong vanishing in an instant.

Seeing this, Di Jiu, Ru Zhidao, and the others roared in fury, but they were met with an infinite sword formation. A mysterious swordsman emerged, stepping upon a blade; with a single swing, he slashed across the sky, manifesting a purple rift that spanned the firmament and split the heavens and earth in two.

She had long since realized this man was a shameless, lecherous scoundrel; it was just those occasional bouts of amnesia that caused all the trouble.

Any planet caught in the wake of a cosmic storm would be swept away, destroyed, and reduced to cosmic dust drifting through the void.

The next morning dawned bright and sunny. Ximen Qing arrived early at his mansion in Yanggu County to pick up Cheng Momei so they could head to the pasture for a ride and enjoy the spring scenery.

"Sister, what are your thoughts on him?" Murong Shuishan asked, looking up from a bowl of cold jelly noodles just delivered from the kitchen.

Latin’s body had initially been a meter or two away from Lu Tianyu, but the blast wave of the explosion had sent him flying four or five meters away. His body was twisted in a way a normal person could never mimic, and the blood on the ground had yet to dry; it was unclear whether he was truly dead.

"Run if you want, but I will never be a deserter. I find it shameful," Song Yijie muttered.

In an instant, Ling Yun knelt beside it, his eyes reddening as tears rolled down his cheeks. He clutched the sword-bearing hand and the sword itself, remaining silent for a long time.

A barrier was another good option, perhaps even the best choice after the apocalypse arrived, but the conditions to establish one were too harsh, and if the interior space wasn't large enough, the point of creating a barrier was lost.

Even so, it was still remarkable, for once one touched the source, they had essentially begun their transition into an extraordinary being—no longer mere flesh and blood, but fundamentally different from an ordinary mortal.

Xiao Qubing did not finish his sentence, but He Ke'er caught a hint of a sigh in his eyes and vaguely understood what kind of resolution her husband had made in his heart.