Chapter 33: Blood Debts Must Be Paid in Blood!

The appearance of the Blood Fox Seal had once again raised Jiang Beibei’s strength by a considerable margin.

On the surface, it seemed to add no more than ten percent to her power and grant her one additional means of attack.

In reality, that ten percent enabled her, now that she had broken through to Level 28, to effortlessly control any soul master below Level 40, regardless of their type.

Her soul-seizing ability was even more outrageously powerful. Everyone knew that control-type soul masters had very limited offensive options, especially those who specialized in mental attacks.

Later, she realized that Yuan Jinyu was far too clever. Unless she deceived her first, it would probably be difficult to make a move.

Five against one... The hearts of everyone in the Profound Heart Sect sank completely. The more than one hundred experts of Dragon Gate were already extraordinarily powerful. Even if each of them fought one member of the Profound Heart Sect, the sect’s thirty-odd people had no certainty of victory—let alone five against one.

Han Zimo’s eyes flickered. After a sharp glint flashed through them, he swallowed all three beast orbs in a single gulp, then sat cross-legged and began meditating and regulating his breathing.

“This is A-Chuan. I wonder if you know him. He’s Year Yichen’s younger brother,” Tang Yanli continued.

“Keep fighting and he’ll die.” Yu Fanjian drew a deep breath and issued a warning. He glanced once more at Ji Chen, who remained motionless, his heart filled with equal astonishment. He had gained an entirely new understanding of Brother Long.

When Zijin opened her eyes again, there was nothing before her. Everyone from the Yao family, the members of the Ye family, and even her grandmother had all vanished like smoke in the wind. Zijin gasped for breath, struggling to steady herself, and only then realized that she had fallen into an illusion.

Though he was confident that he was invincible, in each lifetime the furthest he had reached was merely the ninth heaven of the Quasi-Emperor realm. He had never crossed the threshold into Great Emperor. Now that one Great Emperor had come first and another had followed close behind, it would have been a lie to claim he was not astonished.

When he grew older, he wanted to become like his father—a prestigious, meticulous, and upright merchant who controlled most of the Zhang family’s business and was respected by countless people. Yet, faced with the deceit, complications, and innumerable rules of commerce, Zhang Long eventually gave up on that path as well.

The setbacks he had suffered in officialdom the previous year had indeed been severe, but fortunately, the smooth progress of Nanyang Corporation had restored much of his confidence.

One had to understand that the title of Grandmaster represented far more than attaining perfection in the art of alchemy. It also meant establishing one’s own school, accepting many disciples, and passing down one’s alchemical methods as a legacy from generation to generation.

“I’m already asleep. If you have something to say, then say it. If not, go to bed early.” Zhao Ziying hardened her heart and said it again.

Still, he was fairly satisfied. According to his estimates, it would be usable as long as it reached the standard of a third-grade magical artifact.

These nocturnal creatures were instinctively afraid of the light. For a time, they crowded together in the sky outside the city like a surging tide, but did not swoop down to attack.

Who knew why Yi Lin had suddenly changed her ticket? Returning in the morning would clearly have been better. She could have gone to the hospital to have her cast removed, rested for the afternoon, and begun work tomorrow refreshed and full of energy.

However, even quantum communications had to pass through a wormhole. Otherwise, the signal could never reach Earth. Yu Lan and the others were now anxiously awaiting a response from headquarters on Earth.

Just then, a tremendous explosion suddenly erupted among the Black Dragon Guards ahead. The terrifying shock wave sent even those black-clad experts flying in all directions, leaving them injured to varying degrees.

When An Han returned to Cold Garden that evening, she simply packed a few clothes and opened the wardrobe. Inside were all the latest seasonal designs from various brands, every one of them in her size.

Early the next morning, Guan Xiaoxiao arrived at the inn ahead of schedule. She had even deliberately pinned a counselor’s badge to her chest. Whether she had forgotten it yesterday or simply wanted to show it off today, no one could say.

Sun Yingying’s primary task was to protect her elder sister and her two nephews. In her spare time, she also prepared some high-quality golden wound medicine.