Chapter 53

"This is a classic case of a fool with a normally functioning brain, but since you have your aspirations, I will grant your wish." Bai He let out a strange laugh, lazily raising his massive dragon claw, and slammed it down fiercely from above, driving the elderly Grand Duke directly into the stone wall of the city.

"What demand!" high up in the sky, the supreme existence asked indifferently, its voice carrying clear displeasure. If it were anyone else, they would likely be kneeling on the ground begging loudly for mercy at this moment, but Qin Feng was an exception.

In a high-magic world like Faerûn, commoners were generally ignorant yokels. Even among the upper strata of society, while their wits might rival those of people from later eras, when it came to the worldview accumulated through knowledge and experience, aside from mages and transcendent beings who had lived long enough, commoners simply could not compare.

These people saw that Mutian and his companion, despite being mere youths, felt not the slightest bit of fatigue along their journey, appearing to possess infinite energy. Moreover, the aura of bloodiness about them struck fear even into the hearts of these desperate men accustomed to death.

Lizhu and Xiangwang exchanged a glance, utterly baffled. Yet a creeping, bone-chilling cold rapidly surged up their backs. As they stiffly turned their heads, they caught a flash of crimson shadow before both of them collapsed into unconsciousness.

"Wait, you said other disciples?!" Jiraiya looked at Shimura Yang with some surprise. After all, within Konoha, his only nominal disciple was Namikaze Minato.

In the Gen Realm, Song Mingting wore a solemn expression. After brewing his momentum for quite a while, the Eight Swords of the Eternal Character erupted, deflecting one of the flying swords. Although he had long known that Zhong Canghuang had mastered the Yellow Qilin Town-Heaven Sword Scripture, actually facing it in combat still forced him to treat its might with utmost caution.

"Naturally, I cannot let Senior Brother Zhong keep nipping at my heels," Song Mingting retorted indifferently.

The next day, the moment Lin Ju laid eyes on Li Yihang, he could not help but burst into hearty laughter. Li Yihang stood there bewildered, having no idea what was so funny. Lin Ju clutched his stomach, doubled over with laughter, unable to utter a word. Grown even more apprehensive, Li Yihang pressed him to explain what he was laughing at, prompting Lin Ju to point toward the mirror and tell him to look for himself.

Take the chromatic dragons, for instance. Although many high-tier chromatic dragons paid no heed to Tiamat, unless their brains were severely damaged, none would ever harbor the thought of actively harming her.

Yet the contradictory attitude of divinity toward Li Tianzhou ultimately aroused his suspicion—that psychological tug-of-war of wanting to repel him yet being unable to do so was enough to drive someone mad, a contradiction particularly exposed in his usage of the Heavenly Palace Seal. Since it was so forced, yet insisted on tormenting a mere mortal like him, at least someone owed him an explanation as to why.

Time flew, and in what seemed like the blink of an eye, evening had arrived. Although the sky was not yet completely dark, the hour was already quite late.

Li Tianzhou simply lay down fully clothed and slept soundly until morning. Faint murmurs of conversation outside jolted him awake. Listening closely, he recognized the voice of Dr. Wang. Checking the time, it was already half past six. Figuring that Wu Fang should be arriving soon as well, he got up, stretched lazily, and stepped out of the room.

By the artificial lake in the park, Pei Donglai and Qin Dongxue walked shoulder to shoulder. The setting sun cast its glow upon them, clearly illuminating the smiles of pure happiness shared on both their faces.

"What the hell! I never expected this place to be so bustling!" Seeing such a sight, Wang Long could not help exclaiming in admiration. Tiemu Yun paid him no mind, instead reaching out to grab Wang Long's arm to prevent him from getting lost.

Su Yan suddenly stood up and walked over to the window. Dressed in a long white dress with raven-black hair cascading down to her waist, she appeared so perfect and ethereal that she looked unreal.

A long while later, the area around Tiemu Yun cleared up, no longer bathed in blue, but looking identical to daytime. Raising his gaze to look upward, he was astonished to spot a tiny black speck suspended high in the sky.

Having heeded Li Yu's instructions not to carelessly injure the lives of commoners, and seeing that the government soldiers were not stepping forward, he paid them no mind either, simply forming a blockade across the main road and waiting for Li Yu to descend.

"Hehe, Liu Dao, you old fogey, the enmity of several hundred damn years between us shall be settled here and day! No need to worry about any damn sect rules anymore!" Fang Tiangu laughed uproariously toward the sky.

Instantly, Xiao Yue felt an intense wave of heat. Even with the protective barrier formed by his primordial energy, the scorching heat still managed to seep through to his skin.

Stimulating the brain to frantically secrete endorphins could simultaneously numb physical pain and drastically enhance one's reaction speed and optimal adaptability.

Su Mancang hurriedly packed up his belongings, casting a wary glance at the surrounding dense vines, and could only pin his hopes on those people being unable to find this place.

Qin念安 (Qin Niian'an), however, put on an air of nonchalance, as if mocking them for having never seen the world before.

Fortunately, every time he reserved seeds, he never kept an excess. After calculating, this batch of seeds turned out to be just enough for use.

Mythological creatures of Norse legend also yielded to Loki's persuasion, casting aside their grievances for the first time to form a coalition army in hopes of averting the arrival of Ragnarök.

Yet how to resolve the issue truly presented a puzzle with nowhere to begin. Qin Nian'an pondered for a moment, still unable to reach a decision.

The more she tried to escape and forget those matters, the more she craved a superficial, harmonious conclusion.

At the foot of the mountain, crowds gathered every day, the majority of whom were individuals trapped at their current realm, unable to find a path for breakthrough.

Ma Xinsheng, on the other hand, was turning over in his mind what to say upon arriving at the police station—chalking it up to a misunderstanding resulting in a brawl, which would probably result in a mere three-to-five-day detention before release. Besides, they were from the electric power bureau after all; to avoid delaying the construction progress, the police station wouldn't dare detain them for long either.

Qin Nian'an's train of thought was thus interrupted. He turned his head to look at Qing Ruoping, who was tightly wrapped in the quilt. Whether from the heat or some other reason, her cheeks were slightly flushed, radiating a rather captivating charm.

Actually, Li Lingyi had been somewhat negligent. He hadn't anticipated that his storage inventory would also be sealed, so his preparations were far from adequate. Had he known this would happen, he might have purchased a high-tier ranged weapon, such as a bow or crossbow, which would have made sniper-style elimination much more convenient.

Afterward, my mother went to offer incense to the Director, muttering a long string of words under her breath. I crept closer to catch a few phrases, the gist of which was assuring the Director that she would take good care of Wang Yuan.

Zhou Nanxi suddenly turned her gaze toward me. Noticing her stare, I could only draw a deep, shuddering breath, momentarily at a loss for words.