Volume 1, Chapter 62: The Final Acupuncture Session

"W-What do you want?" Zhou Xinru defensively clutched her notebook to her chest, leaning her body back slightly.

Gao Fan's face flushed a deep red. He awkwardly scratched the back of his head, his eyes darting away as he stammered out his words.

Hearing Jun Lan's words, Qing Ruoxin cast a helpless glance at her before turning her gaze toward Ming Tan and Jiang Baiwei. The two of them shook their heads, indicating that they had no intention of leaving for the time being.

However, all the way down their stealthy descent, the two found no trace of Jin Shanshan whatsoever. Zhao Han's battle with the blood-stripe gu had lasted less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, but even in that brief delay, Jin Shanshan, who had entered the water ahead of them, had vanished without a trace.

In the nick of time, Yue Chen's figure flickered like a feathered illusion, flashing beside Zhong Zhen and firmly grasping the tip of the Dark Iron Ancient Gold Sword. The sword's ferocious momentum halted abruptly, and the faint, searing warmth radiating from the blade coursed straight through Yue Chen's entire body.

Yet, before the servant in cyan could even reach the old woman, her wide sleeves trembled. A violent, rushing surge of spiritual energy immediately burst forth from them. That fierce, surging energy transformed into two walls of force that slammed directly into the cyan-robed servant's chest.

A terrifying sword radiance that seemed to split heaven and earth pierced through the void, striking the Taiji diagram before him. The yin and yang within the diagram revolved, and profound, misty arcane power erupted, neutralizing this ultimate strike.

Apart from the two of them, everyone else on the ship had been transferred to other vessels and were utterly exhausted by now, especially Zhong Heng, whose injuries—which had previously begun to healing—were starting to worsen.

Circulating the Transformation Art, he forced his way downward against the immense pressure. Given his current physical endurance, descending a few hundred meters further was already nearing his body's absolute limit. Just as he was about to give up, he suddenly felt his whole body go slack.

This was the fate of Zhao Han, who had been on his guard all along and possessed countless trump cards yet still inevitably fell victim to the trap. As for the other sect disciples who had blindly coveted the treasures of the Ancient City of Jingjue, their ends were simply too horrifying to contemplate.

She remembered there was a supermarket across the street from the hotel, and she figured they ought to sell Barbie dolls there.

Luan Zhi's expression turned grave. When she first learned the news from her mother earlier, she had harbored some suspicions, and sure enough, the matter had already spread all over the internet.

Luan Zhi's thoughts gradually began to slow down, and her face grew hotter and hotter. Although she knew she shouldn't stare so blatantly, her eyes simply refused to look away.

He desperately wanted to cherish her and make her his, yet he worried that, in the end, he was not what she truly desired.

After all, he was only a year and a half old. Daddy was still the person he admired most in the world, but Daddy kept bullying him. He felt so aggrieved, and when that grievance piled up to a certain point, it turned into deep sorrow.

Most importantly, they found another card at the scene marked with the exact same septagram symbol, which indicated that their initial direction was correct. Just as Chen Qing had said, ever since they had Ling Xiyan around, many things had indeed become much easier.

Given Xu Xin'er's physical condition, how could she possibly have been discharged? At the time, she had clearly heard the doctor say that the other woman needed to stay in the hospital for at least another half-month, undergoing rehabilitation and conditioning. It was impossible for her to be discharged this early.

You could call it curiosity, or perhaps some inexplicable sense of duty driving him from behind.

Some people might even choose to go abroad, or leave for work, or perhaps do something else entirely. Of course, those who had gone abroad prior to this were slightly less suspicious; as for the people trapped within this city, they were already stressed to their wits' end and simply had no capacity to worry about things so far away.

Wanyan Mu glanced at him and fell silent, but her hand slowly crept out toward his fingers.

Returning to the base with an uneasy heart, I figured Sister Gu should have already arrived for her workout, so I headed straight to the gym.

Hearing this, everyone exchanged disbelieving looks, yet there was a clear glint of conviction in each of their eyes.

Hearing Zhan Ming's hindsight commentary, Jing Peng was almost angered to the point of internal injury. He cast a disdainful look at Zhan Ming; if not for the fact that his own strength fell short of Zhan Ming's, he definitely would have given him a couple of knuckles to the head.

A moment later, Luo En arrived at Joy's fencing hall, and just as Karen had said, Joy was waiting for him.

Thinking of this, Tang Feng casually tossed aside his car keys, got into the vehicle, hauled out a watermelon, and split it open with his internal energy to replenish his fluids.

Long Tian led Ruining back into the map of the Beast Tribe village. As soon as they entered, he spotted numerous players leveling up and running quests within the zone. Ignoring the busy players, Long Tian led Ruining straight toward the interior of the village.

My teammates were all very accommodating, giving unanimous affirmations of "can't do it" one by one. I didn't turn to look at Brother Nian's expression, but I could easily imagine how furious he must be, because our tightly knit solidarity had squeezed him out like an outsider.

"Indeed, a single stride into Nirvana, and the energy within your body is exceptionally vast. Your physical strength has grown even stronger, rivaling the might of an ordinary practitioner in the second step of Nirvana!" Xue Changfeng observed for a moment before nodding and speaking.

That was indeed the case; he certainly didn't consider himself to be raising an ancestor. He merely wanted to live for himself. A trace of mockery flashed in the man's eyes as he suppressed a sigh, as if saying: *Of course I know what you mean. Regardless of circumstances, you are never going to let me go anyway.*

The moment his eyes closed, a brilliant radiance suddenly erupted from both his hands, casting its illuminating glow across a radius of ten meters.

"What!" Kirishima was clearly startled, and even somewhat bewildered??? When on earth did that Ian guy ever confess to Wawa?

Within the imperial palace, ghosts and demons were the ultimate taboo. Once Ah Wan went out like this, she would likely never return.