Volume 1, Chapter 54: Major Revelations at the Press Conference!

Huo Lin's gaze darkened slightly. The hand gripping the steering wheel tightened, the veins faintly twitching.

Meanwhile, Ji Yunyun offered a polite, gentle smile. "I'm fine. I just made a fool of myself in front of you."

Sensing her polite aloofness, Huo Lin's eyes darkened further, yet his tone remained gentle. "As long as you're safe, nothing else matters compared to you."

Gazing at Jiang Hanxiang's lower abdomen, Chen Tianxiu pondered for a moment. General endocrine disorders were usually caused by blockages in Qi and blood; once the obstructed Qi and blood flowed smoothly, the problem would be resolved.

With a wave of his hand, Ye Yun retrieved a pile of exquisite rings from his storage ring and placed them on the table. After the four of them made their choices, he put the rest away, then instructed them on how to bind the rings to their souls and how to use them.

"If you don't go take a bath right now, I might just throw you out," Hao Lianlian said, gritting her teeth and speaking every word with deliberate emphasis.

Meanwhile, that very afternoon, the Celestial Demon clan launched an absolute counterattack, ruthlessly executing hundreds of human prodigies one after another, seemingly fearless of anything. They also struck the Celestial Demon sacred drum, intending to point their swords directly at Yaoguang.

"A witch doctor? You mean Dr. Hua, who once treated Senior General Su?" Mentioning Hua Jun might draw blanks from others in the palace, but the name was intimately familiar to everyone in the Imperial Hospital.

Huo En had still miscalculated somewhat; he had forgotten that he was currently only an avatar, possessing the strength of merely a tier-one warrior.

Big Melon said, "Don't even know where this place is? Isn't this Beauty Mountain? And isn't this deep ravine Beauty Gulch at the foot of the mountain?"

Seeing the fierce saber sweeping toward him, the old man's expression turned cold, a scornful smirk curling the corner of his mouth. He reached out and grabbed directly toward the blade of Chen Tianxiu's saber.

The North Star appeared, and the ground was frozen more than three feet deep—this was Heaven working against them. Afterward, the Morning Star emerged, and a miscalculation in strategy plunged the Su family army into a bottomless abyss. Whether they could endure this ordeal remained a question.

Pockmarked Gao turned his head, waved his hand at his subordinates, and said, "Wait for my signal later!"

Once Xun Yi was by Shaoling's side, half of his heart settled down. Of course, he also hoped to capture this spiritual treasure in one fell swoop to banish all future troubles. Therefore, as soon as he landed, he asked Yuchan to guard Shaoling, who was feigning unconsciousness, while he calmed his mind to continue coaxing the sword spirit.

Meanwhile, at the capital's airport, Mu Manyun stepped off the plane wearing a red down coat and a pretty pink hat with two furry pom-poms on the ear flaps, looking exceptionally adorable.

If Su Che hadn't scooped him by the waist, dragging him through the trees and over the rocks while desperately deploying lightness skills to dodge and weave, he probably would have been the first teammate mistakenly injured by Wei Ye today.

However, Young Master Lu had already promised on behalf of the Pu army. To back down now would be to slap his own face, and he could forget about ever freeloading meals at the Lu family estate again.

Inside the immortal cave, Xun Yi sat with his eyes closed, maintaining the posture of closed-door meditation. On the floor before him lay a pool of nearly coagulated, dark, bloody filth, which looked as though it had been there for days. His collar was also stained with blotches of blood. His face was deathly pale, and even his lips had drained of all color, presenting the very picture of someone on the verge of death.

To ordinary people, this sequence of numbers sounded a bit foolish, but it was a shared communication code among a certain group. Listening to this string of—well, there was no other way to describe it—complete idiot numbers, Wei Ye let out a low, mocking scoff and turned his head to huff a breath.

On the nourishing precious lotus transformed by Zhu Yue, the chubby black figure that had originally held the myriad-treasure mallet had changed form, transforming into a purely black celestial pillar that suppressed the center of this glazed sea.

It wasn't until the following day that the sky finally cleared, but mud covered everywhere, making traveling extremely inconvenient.

The Halved Monk, who fancied himself a mercenary, swished his conical bamboo hat a few times in a basin of dishwater by the stove. Unfazed by the greasy filth in the water, he clapped the hat onto his head and dashed outside first.