28. Forum Thread After the Third Episode Aired

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“There is no point worrying about that now, and you needn’t be concerned either. Bai Zhihong may be powerful, but I’m no weakling myself. It isn’t certain that I’ll lose.” Chu Tianyu had no absolute confidence of victory, but he believed in himself. Even if he did lose, he would not go down too disgracefully.

After considering the matter for quite some time, Cheng Long finally admitted, his expression extremely grim, that the present situation was no longer something the members of the various legions stationed at Qingke Ridge could handle. More legions were needed.

Chen Jing regained consciousness once more. The world before him was still the same world, yet his sensation of the river had changed. It was almost as though the river were his own body, though a barrier still remained between them. At a glance, he could see a layer of misty demonic aura blocking the surface of the water.

“What if those are the only two jars he has left? What then? You’re merely the judge—I’m the contestant. What gives you the right to take the wine?” Song Shang glared, arguing his case with all his might. In order to compete for ownership of the two jars, he was even willing to refer to his master as “he.”

The first thing he saw was the wooden ceiling. After looking around, he immediately realized that he was in a room, lying on an old bed beneath a rather worn quilt. It had nevertheless been washed very clean.

“Hall Master Yuan Hong, Deputy Commander Cheng has an extremely important mission to entrust to you assassins,” Fang Datong said.

“Brother Ke, long time no see!” Liu Tian’s expression, which had previously been as cold as an ice sculpture, changed in an instant. What appeared now was a smiling face—serene, and reassuring enough to inspire trust.

“Wear it on your body. If the Elixir Sect makes a move against you, I’ll be able to return at once,” Duan Qianyao said through telepathy.

Liu Tian sensed the density of martial power in the air. The astonishingly rich energy all came from the waterfall and the spring, whose surface was barely disturbed by ripples. A doubt arose in his heart. If this place were always open, would the water-element crystal beasts in Crystal Beast Valley not have already become the strongest beings of all? After all, they had so much martial power to absorb.

Naturally, among the three great ruling clans, the Han Clan was the friendliest toward them. The Han Clan’s patriarch, Han Sutian, was a close friend of the Liu family’s old master despite their difference in age. Thus, the Liu family had cooperated with the Han Clan for many years and could be considered one of its greatest sources of support.

Lin Xuan could not be bothered to waste any more words on him. A trace of viciousness surfaced in the corner of his eye. The dying man before him would keep thinking of ways to kill him so long as he remained alive; he had nearly cost Lin Xuan his life. How could Lin Xuan possibly allow such a person to continue living in this world?

Luo Ping had already suffered severe injuries, and the evil power within his body was destroying his flesh. He had forcibly activated his true blood earlier to obtain strength, and now he was utterly exhausted, without even a trace of energy left. When Ye Kuang hurled him down, he nearly lost consciousness.

After adjusting himself for a while, Li Zhuo felt his bodily functions recovering. The sensation of oxygen deprivation in his lungs had completely eased, so he suddenly plunged headfirst back into the water.

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Wen Qihang actually understood this perfectly well. Otherwise, he would never have chosen soap and bath soap as gifts for the envoys of the various countries. Gifts exchanged between nations were, in truth, also one of the finest means of promoting a product.

“Can’t you heal people? You said there’s nothing to assist you here, but once we reach Tokyo, shouldn’t you have access to anything you need?” Jimila retorted.

“How strange. I used to be able to stay underwater for only a minute, but now I’ve been down for more than a minute without any trouble!” Dr. Cao said in bewilderment.

Seeing this, Yan Mengqi became even more flustered. She could not help casting a vicious glance at Song Dehai, who was some distance away.

Otherwise, with the backing of a truly powerful sect, Lin Feiyu would never have needed to bid for such techniques and treasures as the Nine Transformations of the Swimming Dragon and the Dragonblood Battle Armor.

But if the company you work for is one of the Fortune Global Five Hundred, it also demands an exceptionally high level of ability from you.

Not to mention those sinister ghost tyrants—even if Song Yinting himself came in person, he could only scatter them. Before long, they would return in force, and by then the common people would curse Song Yinting to death.

Liu Hanyan merely gazed quietly at Liu Handou. Although a smile hung on her face, an inexplicable trace of guilt flashed through her eyes.

This was the method Qin Guan had devised after deep consideration: how to participate in the Journey to the West once more. Every other method had its flaws. With so many immortals and Buddhas watching, Qin Guan did not possess the ability to act in secret. Thus, he intended to abandon the shadows for the light and force his way directly into the affair.

When Qin Guan emerged, Constable Zhou glanced at Wang Yue and swallowed. When he saw the look in Wang Yue’s eyes—a silent plea for help—he did not dare meet it.

Miller spoke at length. The burst of action moments earlier had left him somewhat uncomfortable, but as an excellent commentator, he forced himself to ignore it and continued narrating the match.

“Take revenge on your child?” Mei Qing repeated the sentence abruptly. She lowered her head as though deep in thought, her face somewhat rigid and even more fearful.

“The night before last, Master Bu composed a new poem, didn’t he? What is it? Is Miss Qingshan going to perform another melody today?” Li Da asked in puzzlement.

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Guanyin had been infuriated by that false Tang Monk two days earlier. When had Guanyin ever suffered such humiliation? His anger had not yet subsided when Sun Wukong provoked him again. A monkey under his control actually dared bare its teeth at him. He had to teach the creature a lesson it would never forget.

It was a sensation impossible to describe, resembling remembrance, resembling regret, yet resembling liberation even more.

But in the latter half of the year, when the rains arrived upon the grasslands, this speargrass seemed to have been enchanted. It would shoot upward at a frantic rate of a foot and a half each day, and within three to five days it would reach a height of five and a quarter to six and a half feet.

“Even now, I’m still a fine hero. The more useless I appear, the harder it is for others to guard against me, isn’t that so?” Fei Changming said, rather smugly.

Gu Chen and the others knit their brows tightly when they heard this. At such a moment, their hearts were filled with confusion. Why did the people here know Chu Long’s name?

“All right, Brother Feng, A-Hao, you should thank Taeyeon. Her words were what awakened me. As long as you can do it—as long as your relatives trust you and not a whisper of this leaks out—I agree,” Wu Fan said.

“Captain…” No one had imagined that their captain possessed such an ability as well.

Then, the moment it fell into the mouth of the three-legged crow, it seemed to transform into a ruby-red egg, cooked in raging flames. The rapidly changing red radiance was gentle yet contained a violent force, as though the slightest touch would cause it to erupt explosively.

“What am I supposed to do now? How could this fellow faint so easily? Could it be that I have to give him artificial respiration before he’ll wake up?” At the thought, Su Xue’s face flushed crimson.

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