Chapter 64: Keep a Lid on It

Qin Xueli walked out of Zheng Qian's office with a deep sense of dejection.

What Zheng Qian had just said was undoubtedly a heavy blow to her.

Originally, Qin Xueli had walked into his office full of joy, only to be chased out as if she were an unwelcome nuisance.

She had thought that Zheng Qian kept her around because there was still some lingering affection between them.

However, those recent words made it clear that Zheng Qian already had a girlfriend, and he was warning her to mind her words and actions with proper boundaries from now on.

The bear demon, whose strength had already been waning, suddenly let out a furious roar as its power surged dramatically. Standing upright on its hind legs, it unleashed the immense, desperate strength of a dying struggle, forcing Hua Sihai onto the defensive and leaving him with no choice but to protect himself, unable to launch any further attacks.

The two whip lashes caused the black bear intense pain, yet failed to inflict even the slightest wound. Instead, it only provoked its ferocity, making its gaze even more savage, its roars more frantic, and its counterattacks increasingly vicious.

Knowing in her heart that she had taken someone else's food to eat, Zhang Yao always felt a sense of guilt toward Lan Caiwei, yet unable to resist the temptation coming from the pot, she continued to eat.

The white phantom was gradually evaporated by the rising sun, and the damaged arena appeared somewhat out of place in the bright sunlight. Especially with Zhui Ao collapsed amidst the boundless steam, the desolate scene carried a touch of proud and solitary melancholy.

"Let's see when you make your move," the Blade Slave thought with a cold laugh inside, his eyes continuously fixed on my position, while his peripheral vision kept darting toward the Sword of Thousand Slaughters strapped to my back.

The moment Xiangxiang vanished, everyone in the grand hall fell into a profound silence. Zhao Hua Bi Zun called out "Burning Incense," but the alchemist stood with his back turned, silent as a mountain, as if he had heard nothing. Realizing that this matter stemmed from the flaws in his own plan, Bi Zun cast a meaningful glance at Elder Xianying, and taking Tianquan with him, he slipped away quietly and ignominiously.

Even if they had used a divine sword, the disparity wouldn't have been that massive. No matter how poor Boli's cultivation was, he was still a thousand-year-old ancient fool; he should have possessed some baseline of genuine qi defense. How could he possibly be that pathetic? To be finished off by a casual strike just like that?

Even the lowest-ranking elders of the Holy Clan itself possessed a status comparable to the grand elders of the four major prefectures.

Yu Qiuyue hurried forward a few steps, calling out, "My lord, my lord." But Jin Shaokang did not turn back. Yu Qiuyue leaned against the doorway, watching his receding figure as tears began to stream down her face.

"All right." Lin Tianxuan retrieved the door tag from his storage pouch and closed it, whereupon the door immediately clicked shut. This design proved to be quite convenient, and since these were items Lin Tianxuan had never seen before, today truly opened his eyes to new horizons.

As a cluster of pale golden primal force surged, a vortex appeared in the center of his palm, spinning frantically. Within just a breath or two, its diameter swelled to several feet, violently stirring the surrounding heaven and earth.

"Thirteenth Uncle, how do you feel?" While waking up Yan Qingyun, Xiao Nuo asked with deep concern.

An oppressive, chilling aura instantly permeated the entire carriage, making it feel as though the train were not traveling across fields, but through an endless abyss of hell.

"This must be the place," he muttered slowly, locking his gaze onto a fault line within the mountain face. With agile movements, he stepped lightly against the rock, drawing closer to the crevice.

The individuals present who actually qualified to bid were extremely limited. Aside from the three major sects and eight great aristocratic families, only reclusive experts or members of the imperial family possessed such financial might.

Since Chen Taichen mentioned that Xiao Yu was not from this world, Shao Heng still did not fully grasp the implications of those words.

Ever since the three-eyed divine beast merged with the soul-body boy, his innate abilities had significantly improved. Naturally placing immense trust in the soul-body boy's capabilities, he released him.

"Very well, Tianxuan, there is no need for formalities. Seeing you join the Feather Transformation Sect makes me just as happy. You are so much like Senior Brother Wendao of the past—possessing the same striking bearing and the same extraordinary talent." As soon as the Fourth Elder entered, he began chattering endlessly, reminiscing about various past events.

Regarding the Southern Heavenly Gate, aside from Immortal Old Man of the South Pole and Fairy Ziyun—two figures familiar to Su Qi—the leader of the Southern Heavenly Gate, Barefoot, made a personal appearance.

Shortly after, several surrounding young maidens joined the fray, frolicking and playing. The men nearby watched with wide-open eyes, completely captivated by the absolute feast for the eyes.

Ming Shiyin sat cross-legged within the palace, a lotus flower spinning before him, occasionally radiating purple and red light.

"Oh no." Chasing Dream's Shadow felt his heart skip a beat, sensing impending disaster. Just as he wanted to retreat, he heard an ethereal voice echo through the air.

However, he encountered yet another dilemma: the power of this flame was simply too overwhelming for him to even approach. Although the flame did not ignite him, reaching it proved exceedingly difficult.

"Did you just say that Professor Harwick is only suited to be a mage?" Brokis asked.

It wasn't until this moment that Zhang Chen realized Dijun was not actually unable to leave this place; rather, Dijun simply did not want to destroy everything here.

"Do private grudges require causing such a massive commotion? Leading your own subordinate soldiers—is this a private grievance or an armed brawl?" Li Shihmin demanded in a chilling tone, a flash of cold light gleaming in his eyes.

Yang Zhi selling his treasured saber noted three major advantages: it could sever a hair blown against the blade, slice through iron as if it were mud, and kill without staining the blade with blood.

His firm and assertive tone was backed by his genuine capabilities. He believed that after hearing these words, his father on the other end of the phone would not think he was merely boasting.

His voice transformed into a composite sound—one part his own, and the other a deeply resonant, rugged rumble.

At this thought, Wang Fan glanced with a slight frown at the cowering Jiang Sheng before him. Nonetheless, he issued a few instructions, tossed him a telepathic jade talisman, and turned to leave, trailing only a faint warning in his wake.

Much like consuming medicinal pills, the effect is strongest the very first time, but as one takes more and more of the same pill, its efficacy gradually diminishes.

Golden and silver radiances intertwined, sending ripples of fragrant mist drifting as droplets of dew fell into the pool. The surface of the pool was shrouded in constantly swirling vapors, while multicolored rosy clouds emerged continuously, leaving one utterly intoxicated.

"Thank you, everyone. Please be sure to convey my gratitude; thank you all for your support and understanding." Mei Ruoxi felt her eyes grow moist with emotion.

Upon hearing that there was ten thousand yuan up for grabs, the crowd acted as if injected with chicken blood. Those who had previously retreated suddenly found renewed motivation and swarmed toward Ye Qiu.