Chapter 32: The Vanished Altar

Yu Zhu’s face turned pale. Her mind raced as she grabbed Bai Huan, leaned in close, and whispered so only the two of them could hear, “Yu Mei is the one involved in the incident on the day the imperial concubine of incense, your father’s honored lady, fell unconscious.”

Feigning nervousness, Bai Huan replied, “Wasn’t it said that the incense balls my father made were brought to the lady by Yu Lu? What does Yu Mei have to do with it?”

Yu Zhu lowered her voice even more. “In truth, it has nothing to do with her. Yu Lu just seized the chance to make trouble and frame her on purpose. They’ve never gotten along.”

Just as Jiang Kairan was completely immersed in his own world, savoring the thrill of tormenting others, he suddenly felt someone tugging at him.

“This one was configured for me by Shao Zifeng. He said this setup works best. Honestly, I think as long as it feels right for me, nothing else matters,” Jiang Kairan said with a cheerful smile.

“Extinguishing Curse!” In midair, as he darted forth, Master Mido Not As Honored’s eyes flashed with brilliance, and a radiant light suddenly appeared.

“If you don’t believe your master is an immortal, there’s nothing I can do. Come, come, give me a report—how much have you learned of the martial arts I’ve taught you? If you can master even one ten-thousandth of my power, old Sun can leave without worries,” the old man said.

The advancing tank, still pressing forward, was suddenly split down the middle as if it were a cake being sliced. Severed limbs and gushing blood tumbled out, and the oil from the barrel spilled across the ground.

In an instant, he even wondered if he himself had become the darkness, become the light, become the four seasons, become reincarnation—loftily above all, no longer of the mortal world.

Long ago, he had considered that the day would come when the government or the army would come knocking. Last night’s Chuan Wushuang had served as yet another warning: faced with all this, there was no room for escape, only to confront it with the utmost resolve.

He could also see that Chen Feng’s cultivation was only at the lower tier of the first rank; Fujino Wolf was more than enough to keep him occupied and prevent his escape. Sooner or later, the result would be the same.

After the sealing power was forcibly extracted and isolated, now in the summoning space, aside from the leftover turbulence, there was an additional mass of silvery sealing energy suspended in midair.

Emma Stone, seeing that Jin Jingcheng was merely gazing at her without making a move, blushed even deeper. She cast him a reproachful look, then suddenly threw her arms around him, attempting to kiss him, only to have her lips blocked by two of his fingers.

Xu Wei was scheming, determined to drag Guo Lin into the matter no matter what. Perhaps he could exploit him as a breakthrough, though whether he would let anything slip was impossible to predict.

There were more than a hundred people present, both students and teachers—a rare turnout for a single lecture at the Lausanne International Institute of Management. This was not only because Jin Jingcheng was a young tycoon who had succeeded in both America and Korea, but also because Mr. Jin was a world-renowned celebrity.

If the other party noticed, however, the process of obtaining this mysterious power would become significantly more risky.

After the Tongtian River, there were still many famous kingdoms and demon lairs along the way—such as Princess Iron Fan in Banana Cave on Emerald Cloud Mountain, the mighty Bull Demon King, the Fox King in Cloud Cave on Thunder Mountain, Princess Jade Face, and so on.

To touch another’s soul directly while their physical body still lived was far graver than laying hands on their flesh.

As the game began, Josh Howard, charging forward headlong, reached the free-throw line and leaped into the air. The ball arrived at the peak of his jump, and he stretched his arm to its limit, slamming the basketball downwards.

“I really don’t get you. If I were good at studying, I would never have become an entertainer,” Chu Long declared, proudly owning her status as the ultimate academic underachiever.

Now, once again, was the perfect moment for a hero to rescue a damsel in distress. If Luo Weilan weren’t so gravely injured, she would likely have donned her armor already and charged to the front lines.

Xu Moyan was still pondering the meaning of Wei Zilin’s words when her left hand was already enveloped in his, the searing warmth from his palm passing directly into hers.