Chapter 81

Perhaps he hadn’t cared before, but now, he truly loved sparring with her from time to time, or when she acted coy by his side. At those moments, she was so adorable that he wished he could swallow her whole. Yi Feng frowned slightly, but seeing the Third Elder’s resolute expression, he nodded in agreement.

“I haven’t studied the maze surrounding us,” Bing Ning said, worried. If they couldn't find the heart of the formation, they would be trapped here.

“Aunt, do you know who my real father is?” Mu Wanxi suddenly asked. She had always suspected she wasn’t the Prime Minister Mu’s child, so she tested Lin Mama. Judging by Lin Mama’s reaction, she truly wasn’t his child. So, who was her real father?

“Wanxi, give me that bastard child!” The Prime Minister no longer even called himself father, glaring viciously at the child in Mu Wanxi’s arms.

“Hiss hiss…” The strange creature drooled as it stared at him, eager and ready to pounce.

Manager Li had seen the world. She knew that so many reporters today must mean something big was happening at Chen University. Either way, it was free advertising for the hotel.

Countless voices echoed in Yao Guang’s ears, now filled with overwhelming rage and hatred. The white-browed king tiger on the altar was being cursed, while the faces of the Xiao people showed deep ridicule.

“It’s absolutely true!” Kafeer nodded vigorously, hoping to convey his sincerity.

That scoundrel left laughing, and Xiang Xiang mentally cursed his ancestors eighteen generations back. True, she had made a slight mistake in her writing, but if he’d kindly reminded her, she would’ve accepted it. Instead, he had to escalate it to mocking the physiological structure of rabbits—wasn’t that just asking to be scolded?

Ruan Biyun was lost in thought, staring at Ruan Qingzhi. Reminded by her maid, she suddenly realized her mistake and hurriedly knelt with a thud.

Li Shaoyun had no desire to inherit his father’s medical skills. He just wanted to loaf around as a good-for-nothing. Inevitably, his father scolded him again for not pursuing his profession, always dabbling in this and that, refusing to inherit the family business, and warning him he wouldn’t survive in the capital.

But just then, his expression suddenly changed. He looked up again toward the direction of Bai Ling Mountain, astonishment on his face. The Moon Spirit Fairy seemed to sense something as well, looking with Tian Ji Zi in unison, while the Old Ancestor of Primordial Chaos was still at a loss.

Lin Di took a sip of green tea, set the cup on the table, and turned his head. His gaze passed through the hotel’s floor-to-ceiling window, taking in the world outside.

These were the elite among mankind; if even they believed in this, the reaction of ordinary people could be imagined.

“I saw him leave the Trading Department, circle your office twice, and even ask if you were there, but he didn’t seek you out,” Meng Meixi said.

Zhuang Yan took some helmets from a box in the corner of the conference room, distributing one to everyone present.

This was the confidence behind his desire to analyze the “Dao” so thoroughly using such a “clumsy method.” He believed that what Nascent Soul cultivators could comprehend about the “Dao” shouldn’t exceed this limit.

Because when he fell, the first part to hit the ground was precisely the area of bone that was already fractured.

As the acting chairman of the Alliance, Zhu Rui was physically and mentally exhausted, but he had not yet lost. Besides, he still had one last card to play.

At this moment, he cared little for what rank Liang Feng held; he only knew that, as captain of the Saiman team, he was responsible for his brothers. Whether to deploy troops was up to those above, but whether to call for help was his own decision. He couldn’t just watch the remaining thousand men be blasted to oblivion, could he?

In the previous match, aside from Lin Anfu, everyone else’s performance was thoroughly disappointing.

Neither cutting nor burning could destroy it, and even Du Gu Yi Fang’s deep internal energy couldn't dislodge it; the massive iron pillar stood outside Peerless City like an ancient legend, silently and proudly guarding the city.

Cilong Temple was not particularly old—in fact, it was younger by a year than the eight-year-old boy the old woman led by the hand, since the temple had been built only seven years prior.

They easily recalled Japan’s “Kawasaki” submarine, a joint creation of Japan and the Soviet Union, which was quietly sunk by a Chinese submarine, surprising many. China is a nation of miracles; what’s impossible about them taking out a nuclear submarine?

This is a forbidden technique, one of the few spells available to body cultivators, but it comes with severe side effects: at best, after burning all one's blood essence, one is gravely wounded and unable to move for a time; at worst, the process itself results in death.

Though his internal condition was strange, he could still sense his surroundings. At this moment, he was on the back of a certain elder from the Qi Kun Sect at the Cave Profound stage, so he couldn’t guide too much energy at once, instead channeling it out thread by thread with his divine sense.

And could the enormous tornado whipped up by the storm obliterate the Divine Walker along with his blade? Could it expel this terrifying demon—the most fearsome since the gods—from the human world?

The green poisonous gas had begun corroding his body, but he seemed utterly unaware. Raising his right hand, he condensed an energy blade and brought it down with force.

London is the largest city and port in Britain, one of Europe's greatest metropolitan areas, and one of the world’s four global cities, alongside New York in America, Paris in France, and Tokyo in Japan.

The room quieted. Shu Qi and Zhao Mu, who had been playing chess nearby, stopped and gathered to hear Lord Chang'an and Zhao Kuo discuss military affairs.

But the question remains: does this labor camp system achieve the administrators’ goals? What will those who endure this purgatory become when they leave—better or worse?