Chapter 64: Feeling

Ji Ze drove Jian Ning to a stadium. Upon entering, Ji Ze asked Jian Ning to wait in the lobby while he went to the locker room to change into sportswear.

Chen Feng let out a long breath, took off his upper garment, and lay down on the luxurious oversized bed padded with a massive sponge mattress and fine silk-cotton, falling into a deep sleep.

The spring water within the Yin-Yang Dual Elements Well rippled as Lin Tong fell in. Not long after, amidst the surging water, Lin Tong quietly sank beneath the surface. The water regained its tranquility, with milky white and crimson remaining sharply distinct. Mist continued to drift in the air, and everything returned to stillness.

With a weathered gaze, the sword soul watched as the black mist transformed by Zhan Wuhai vanished completely. Letting out a heavy sigh, its figure disappeared as well.

Far from showing its fangs, it excitedly wagged its tail at Chen Feng in the tree, transforming from a vicious hound into an ingratiating pet in a split second.

Over the past three years, Haose often slacked off and goofed around in battles, showing inconsistent performance and frequently asking for leave. His relationships with the members of the second team were also rather mediocre. Had it not for his rapid progress in soul power, Sun Buyu would have long since kicked him out of the Shrek Royal Second Team.

Su Zhimei's first reaction was to check her clothes. Finding them intact, she felt slightly relieved. She then looked at the bedding beside her, which was still neatly folded just like the previous night, and scanned the room—there was no one else around.

Everyone wore expressions of utter refusal, almost jumping forward to knock Liu Wei unconscious and drag President Liu far away from this dangerous place.

However, he was not troubled by this at all. Instead, composed and leisurely, he took out his phone and dialed Qiao Li.

With a cold gaze, he unleashed all his states simultaneously—the Dharma-Heaven Physique, the Cold Flame Sword Dao, the Divine Sword’s Might, and the Phoenix’s Power. The vital energy within his body surged frantically, instantly breaking through to the Great Perfection of the Yifeng Realm, yet the upward momentum showed no signs of stopping.

"Hey, wait for us, Xudong," Ling Lan shouted from behind. Yang Xudong, however, wore a smug smile, paying her no heed as he forged ahead on his own. The scene was exceptionally comical.

Wan He had tried countless times to change his destiny, but there was only ever one outcome: a thorough and devastating failure.

Before Yang Ren could even make out what the giant foot looked like, a tremendous force dragged him away from the desert space.

The wolf demon, paying no heed to the prey's reaction, sprang into the air and lunged directly at her neck with its blood-fed jaws wide open.

The Flying Cloud Treasure Ship landed in a valley shimmering with seven-colored light. Before the vessel had even fully touched down, the people inside rushed out impatiently, deploying various flight artifacts like flocks of birds before landing in the canyon. They then sat cross-legged on the ground, frantically inhaling and exhaling the primordial energy.

A chilly, sinister aura continuously emanated from the green-eyed zombie, who was now thoroughly enraged. Zombies possessed no intelligence to speak of and did not know how to evade; they only knew how to attack Chen Yun with brute force. For a time, Chen Yun's speed gave him the advantage, and the green-eyed zombie's attacks could barely graze him anymore.

"Hehe, then we won't stand on ceremony. Senior brothers and sisters, let's take a look together first," Lan Yue said happily as she picked up the booklet.

Yang Ren also wanted to test whether he was still in the same spot while invisible, so he instructed the blue flying sword to reduce its attacking force slightly.

Yang Cong frowned at the sight. He looked up at the practicing members of the Ji family—an elderly man whose attitude toward Yang Cong was less than friendly, carrying a hint of hostility.

Bai Qianqian, Sun Xiuxiuxiu, Lin Yi, and Lin Yue also looked at Murong Qingjue in astonishment. They had not expected that Murong Qingjue, renowned far and wide as a heroine second to none, was sitting right next to them at this very moment.

Seeing the two decide the outcome, the crowd below the stage finally began to murmur once again in hushed tones. The students of Class Three wore expressions of joy, while those of Class One looked ice-cold.

Vice-Palace Master Fu picked up the jar of wine and stood up. He and Bansha each took a row, pouring wine from front to back.

Once these words were spoken, the viewers in the live broadcast room seemed to sense the bitterness hidden within them, and the flurry of golden lollipops suddenly came to a halt.

According to the lunar calendar, today was the thirtieth day of the eleventh lunar month, exactly one month away from our traditional New Year, the Spring Festival.

The adjutant did not state the reason why the four great empires deployed these ten million soldiers, but no one present was a fool; it went without saying that they were guarding against them.

Moreover, their strength at the Golden Tier 6 was not enough to support them in eliminating the top-tier geniuses of the human race. Only under the cover of night, in the dead of darkness, could their strength—comparable to the Transcendent tier—be unleashed without restraint.

In fact, it is often better to vent one's feelings. If suppressed for too long, the mind will eventually reach its breaking point.

"Then what do you want me to do? If you can't control yourself, why don't I help you instead?" Bansha suddenly shoved him away and bolted blindly in one direction.

Luscious clearly perceived the extraordinary nature of the black-haired youth before him as well, speaking in a very friendly and courteous tone. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Number Four smoothly transitioned to other topics, discussing various esoteric matters like old friends.

To resolve this issue, the best approach should be to sever this ill-fated relationship directly. Since a lingering pain is worse than a short one, forcing them to separate was the only way for each to find peace and drift apart in the vast world.

The Eccentric Miracle Doctor had practiced medicine for many years and had plenty of contact with medicinal herbs. Although he could not achieve absolute immunity to poison like Mu Qianxun, his physical constitution was still superior to ordinary people's. In less than two hours, the effects of the medicine wore off.

After finishing everything, she straightened up. However... the blood-stained appearance she had anticipated on Ye Qingcheng did not materialize.

If the new spokesperson of this palace suffered a heavy blow and refused to accept it, he wouldn't mind instantly wiping him out.

A thought stirred in Ye Qingcheng's mind. Treating a dead horse like a living one, she took out a jade bottle and poured a generous amount of bottled water onto the portable medicinal garden jade garden—specifically, the plant capable of producing body-tempering liquid.

Long Bing was utterly heartbroken. If he still couldn't tell who the internal traitor was at this point, he would have lived in vain as a team captain. The most crucial thing right now was evidence.

Hearing the Immortal Master address him first, Ling Tianchong was overjoyed. What did this signify? It showed that the Immortal Master valued him highly. The master first handed Meng Yao a red medicinal pill.

Along the way, Muye still felt inevitably nervous, lifting the carriage curtain from time to time to look outside, but the entire journey remained uneventful.

Looking at the scene before him, Tianxuan's mouth hung wide open in sheer astonishment, his heart filled with incomparable shock. Was this still martial arts? Only spirit jues possessed such terrifying power, right?

That is to say, even after he maxed out his ultimate ability, his three-second invisibility duration still fell short against this four-second vision acquisition.