Chapter 62

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Jiang Qiu shook his head, turned into the eighth shantytown, and plunged once more into the embrace of the houses' shadows, burying his head in the fluorescent glow of his mobile phone screen.

After Ma Teng and Han Sui led their massive armies into Longguan Pass, they left behind the formidable general Yan Xing with a force of twenty thousand soldiers to guard the pass, while retreating all the way back to Hanyang Commandery—where Longguan Pass was situated—to rest and regroup.

What was most absurd was that Zhang Chi had actually gone out of his way to bring along those boys from daytime—whose class affiliation remained a complete mystery—to confront him.

Construction progress across various regions slowed down significantly, while shipping and ports faced massive closures due to the epidemic, leaving gigantic fleets stranded and waiting outside international ports for dozens of days, unable to dock.

Not to mention pectoral and back muscles, which, through systematic training, had already become sufficiently solid and powerful.

After all, in the Witcher world, the attack methods of most monsters and intelligent beings were fundamentally physical.

Every single precious sword throughout the entire Sword Burial Valley seemed to experience a profound terror, trembling violently from hilt to tip.

As for an age gap of more than three hundred years, it was utterly negligible to cultivators blessed with immensely long lifespans.

It wasn't until Li Xianglian called out from outside for the two of them to come and eat that Jiang Chen finally stopped teasing this stubborn blockhead.

This wasn't because everyone harbored an excessive curiosity or inappropriately wished to indulge in idle gossip, but rather because during the past few days since the outbreak, they had received virtually not a single scrap of external supplies.

However, this battle cry gave the startled enemy thieves a reassuring anchor; all the thieves gripped their gauntlets tightly, resolving with their postures to hold fast to their gauntlets, looking entirely determined to fight to the bitter end.

The Purple Vulture was startled. He had finally laid eyes on the true master—truly standing head and shoulders above the rest, aloof from the mortal dust. The latter two questions no longer required answers. The Living Buddha had always possessed a desire to engage with the mundane world; now that he had walked out of the Tiangu Tower of the Western Regions, his heart was set on the mortal realm.

The old fellow's expression changed slightly, his brows furrowing tightly as he appeared to be exerting great effort. Yet the all-conquering snow-flake saber could not advance even half an inch. The delicate and graceful young boy brandished the netherworld ghost fire, launching attacks from both left and right. Liu Feng retreated, and the spirit snake immediately coiled around him.

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"A bamboo leaf green snake that has attained spiritual awareness?" I repeated the old beggar's words, the image of that gigantic serpent immediately flashing across my mind. Even now, the memory sent a chill down my spine, leaving me with the lingering sensation of having narrowly escaped death.

Amidst the trees, various docile and pleasing immortal beasts and divine birds roamed freely, radiating an aura of absolute serenity everywhere.

"Yes, yes, my father only died a year ago, and this is merely his second wife. Please, spare my father just this once." Liu Shen also struggled to rise, pleading with Bai Liunian.

Simultaneously, the Scorching Fire of Zhurong and the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation rolled in with murderous intent. The three mighty divine auras instantly erupted amidst the soul-shaking yin energy into a brilliant, dazzling curtain of light, resembling Jiangnan in March—a sight that brought immense comfort, much like an ultimate flower of life blooming in the very heart of hell.

Through one way or another, it was hardly surprising that Xuyu Baidao, who was considered an important figure even within the Xuyu family, knew about this.

Seeing their companion decapitated in the blink of an eye, the remaining yamen bailiffs were thrown into utter panic. Before they could even react, Quan Chong and Ding Yao had already charged forward.

"As long as you follow closely in the footsteps of our Chang family, when the time comes, Mengchang Commandery might very well become Changqian Commandery," Chang Xigu said with a hearty laugh.

"Thank you for your blessings. I like you, and I suppose I'll be inviting you to attend the celebration banquet for my next album's sales milestone," Park Tianxiu concluded the celebration with a bright, cheerful laugh.

Lu Feng had a bellyful of questions he wanted to air. Mu Qingyu was far too bizarre, and that Mount Emei was equally bizarre; it seemed as though every person of extraordinary talent and magical skill had suddenly emerged all at once from Mount Emei.

A thought flashed through my mind: could this third brother already be dead, while Beibei remained entirely unaware?

"Has it been this long? That is hardly surprising," I laughed bitterly, attempting to sit up from the bed. However, Guan Yao immediately stopped me.

Wan Bao'er's heart was churning with anger at that moment. The mere thought of that scene drove her to rage; those people were simply bullying others to an intolerable degree, mocking her in such a manner. No wonder the people from earlier today had been in such high spirits.

Before I could sleep for long, however, a miserable scream suddenly echoed by my ear, jolting me instantly awake from my slumber.

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However, items like the Soul-Suppressing Stele were rarely stolen; in the eyes of ordinary people, it was nothing more than an ordinary piece of stone.

Ever since that incident, our dormitory insisted on thoroughly checking whether the door was locked every single night before going to sleep.

This uncanny ability to come and go without a trace was actually superior to his own. Could these people possess invisibility arts? Wait, there were distinguished guests as well? Who could they be?

Hearing Wang Yisan's words, I suddenly realized—wasn't Wang Yisan previously bound by those iron chains, unable to channel his Daoist arts?

The domestic servant had not expected to be forced into continuous retreat by a twelve- or thirteen-year-old youth, and that too in front of the youth himself. He lost face completely and prepared to deliver a fatal blow, but he was hampered by his earlier contempt which had cost him the initiative; turning the tables at this juncture was no easy task.

"Zhang Xiaofeng, why haven't you gone back yet? Hemeng has been waiting anxiously," Jiang Danyun raised her head, looking at Zhang Xiaofeng with deep, affectionate eyes.

Following a violent explosion, the two sides clashed. A gigantic sphere of light, condensed from primordial energy and demonic aura, steadily expanded before bursting apart with a deafening roar. The terrifying force swept across all directions, sending countless fierce beasts flying and forcing dozens of saints to retreat.

With the hellish purgatory ghost eliminated, Li Xiaofan naturally sent Alice back to hell. Whether it was Alice succeeding to the position of Satan or the war between the Ten Yama Kings and the Lord of the Underworld, none of these were matters that Li Xiaofan needed to concern himself with.

I leaped forward and flung myself onto the roof of the car, and at that very moment, the vehicle sped onto the main road, racing forward as if its life depended on it.

Following closely behind Xu Qian and Li Ying, Yu Ren had just reached the city limits when he was greeted by rows upon rows of welcoming parties, among whom were many familiar old faces that instantly brought back memories of his initial arrival upon crossing through time.

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