Volume 1, Chapter 48: Striking at the Heart

The process on Ryushi's side was far more complex than the one on Yabuki Eijuro's end, and after listening to the account, Yabuki Eijuro also wore a pensive expression.

The surveillance cameras that Meng Xiaoxuan had seen upon her arrival, along with the figures occasionally materializing and fading away amidst the mountain forests, were all routine duty personnel from the Xuanwu Special Operations Team.

As it turned out, this Elder Xiao had betrayed his sect and colluded with external enemies for a remarkably simple reason: the pursuit of immortality.

Seeing that Linger was still licking his shoulder incessantly, Wuming hurriedly pushed her head away, thinking to himself, if you keep licking for another minute, damn it, I am going to lose my chastity.

Therefore, returning by sea was not about deceiving the Portuguese. Zhu Houcong simply did not want to return by the original route.

"Who?!" Lang Yu startled and jumped up. The voice was hoarse yet tinged with triumph, unfamiliar yet strangely familiar. Appearing so unexpectedly and abruptly, it still gave Lang Yu a massive fright.

"Impossible! That is absolutely impossible!" Shen Rong wanted to ask a few more questions, only to find that the other party had already hung up the phone.

"I'm hitting you precisely because of who you are!" Lin Ran's confidence surged greatly, and his fighting spirit was thoroughly ignited. He flew forward with a kick aimed straight at Li Dameng's fist. Unsurprisingly, a crisp snap echoed from the opponent's fist, immediately followed by a blood-curdling, miserable scream.

Rin'in also noticed the look of astonishment on Ye Lan's face at that moment, and hurriedly asked what on earth was wrong with him.

As she spoke, Tang Jin blinked her bright crescent eyes, smiling and giggling at Chen Nan, her beautiful eyes shimmering with sly cunning.

"Just him? So young, yet the array he laid down is so crude and shoddy, can he even be considered a formation master?" One of the five who had spoken earlier provoked him once more.

"No problem!" With a thought in Chen Jin's mind, Shouyang leaped out of its scabbard. Shouyang bloomed with a dazzling purple radiance in the dark, forcing back the figures lunging forward. "Flying Dragon in the Sky." With a crisp sword chime, Chen Jin stepped upon Shouyang, brought his dog along, and with man and sword merging into one, flew toward the exit.

"Not good!" Brother Hu realized something was amiss and tried to back away, but it was already too late. Let us not forget that he had been the one charging forward; how could he possibly have expected the opponent to possess such a powerful trump card? With a deafening roar, both spear and man were smashed into nothingness, never to emerge from beneath the bluestone slabs again.

Pusangu Tu and Tudan Alihu, accompanied by a dozen death-defying warriors, silently appeared outside the bedchamber doors, lying in ambush on both sides. The two men walked up to Wanyan Liang, who waved his hand. They nodded to give the signal, and the dozen elite warriors quietly crept toward the on-duty guards.

At Yu Shuangcheng's command, the Beggar's Gang worked through the night to arrange the venue and the bridal chamber. Everywhere was decorated with colorful streamers and red silks, overflowing with a festive and joyous atmosphere. Qin Zhijie's absence didn't matter much, but Yue Shen was left utterly baffled. When he went around asking people, he couldn't get a straight answer. As it turned out, aside from a select few who were in the know, even Yue Shen had been kept in the dark to prevent any complications from arising.

Chen Nan sat on the sofa and saw Qin Wanting's dignified and elegant figure on the television. Her oval-shaped face, pretty appearance, and poised hosting style were exceptionally beautiful.

"What is that?" A cultivator pointed at the ocean and screamed. In the ink-black seawater, he caught sight of a massive dark shadow. The shadow swam, stirring up the deep ocean currents.

If this plague that had broken out in the mountain village could not be properly contained, there was no telling if it might spread to the surrounding areas.

"Hehe, as long as you understand. Remember, from now on you are a member of the Puppet Workshop. You must address me as the Workshop Master, and don't let it slip," Zhang Qin said with a smile. However, his words once again emphasized that Tian Chou was indeed a person from the Puppet Workshop, though whether that was true or false remained unknown.

The blind man turned around to look, and could not help laughing. As it turned out, Arno had stepped right into the ribcage of a skeleton, snapping the ribs, and his big foot had sunk deep into the skeletal chest cavity. For a moment, he couldn't pull it out, which was why he had the illusion of someone grabbing his foot.

One of them looked like a native of the Southern Territories, while the other had pointed ears, somewhat resembling a half-breed fairy kind, or perhaps a mixture of aboriginal and elven blood.

Wang Jiu opened the letter, and immediately, a distant and ancient aura emanated from it, filling Wang Jiu with astonishment.

With his genetic abilities quietly manifesting in his palm, just as he was preparing to eliminate Qin Jie with a single strike, a voice suddenly came from the tent behind him.

However, aboriginal mages had also researched certain benchmarks; for instance, the prerequisite for mastering a level 0 trick was 2 points of spirit, and the prerequisite for casting it was 1 point of mana.

Wang Jiu patiently explained the laws of spiritual tides and their approximate estimation formulas to this team of experts, instantly earning himself a wave of awed prostration.

An elder of the Xiao clan let out a dissatisfied, cold snort. Many people were more than willing to see the emergence of the Imperial Bloodline, and they cared little whether it belonged to the Xiao King's lineage or not. Therefore, trying to stop the Imperial Bloodline test was completely out of the question. For Xiao Xu to make such a clamor was entirely a case of standing on the sidelines and talking without feeling the pain.

Just as Qin Wu was pondering how to deal with Qianlong, Chu Mi'er, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke. She stared straight into his eyes, as if trying to see right through him.

All along the way, people continuously bowed and nodded in greeting to Stephen. Many mages cast curious glances at the person behind Master Xuxu; for many of them, it was their very first time seeing a legendary halfling.

"Your Highness, I—" Dieyi's delicate body trembled. At the thought of her family's tragic deaths, endless hatred instantly shot from her eyes. She clenched her teeth, her gaze filled with absolute determination. It was evident that she desperately wanted to exact vengeance upon her enemies with her own hands.

Whether it was because he had been severely wounded by Ling Chong earlier, the Mighty Deity was much more sluggish than before, yet Tie Zheng, though seemingly in extreme peril every single time, always managed to narrowly evade his attacks.

Spring water cascaded down from mid-air into a pool. The pool had not been artificially shaped but had formed naturally. Scattered along the edge of this spring pool were dragon scales that flickered with a golden light, illuminating the cavern as brightly as day.

Besides, King Gong himself had personally admitted that those three title tracks were all penned by Three Lives Fireworks. Even if one doubted that Three Lives Fireworks possessed such capability and talent, King Gong's own words surely couldn't be wrong, right?