Chapter 28: A Critical Situation

Old Master Xu gazed at Lin Yu with eyes brimming with affection. It was the look of an elder seeing a younger relative after a long separation, like reuniting with a cherished family member lost for many years. Such intimacy took Lin Yu by surprise.

Before Lin Yu could approach, Old Master Xu had already grasped Lin Yu’s hands in his own.
“You must be Lin Yu! ...”
Standing before him was an elderly man with silvery hair but the face of youth, exuding an ethereal presence, as if he were an immortal about to ascend to the heavens.

Moonlight shone over the imperial capital, grand and majestic, stretching to the left, with a sudden mist forming at the foot of Qianyang Palace. White fog began seeping from the base of the buildings, engulfing the surroundings. At a glance, the imperial city by night resembled a celestial realm, but beneath the surface, danger lurked, and mortal peril was hidden everywhere.

“Ha, who are you trying to fool? Ordinary sprites can’t even talk!” Mu Ziyun pointed at Ge Yuan’s nose, sneering. “Who knows if you’re just making this up?”

“You…” Tang Qianchuan wanted to retort, but remembering his predicament, he forced himself to hold back. Yet his heart had completely sunk—this time, it seemed there truly was no way out.

Back when Zete first acquired the ability, he had tried using it to observe a bomb explosion. He nearly blew up the entire house. Luckily, Minazuki Tsukiyue discovered it in time and managed to save his game console from being caught in the blaze.

As for his qi-channeling needle technique being seen by Yun Ya, Yun Chen likely wouldn’t be all that concerned if he found out.

“I was entrusted to bring it here by its master,” Zhou Wutian gestured lightly toward the carriage, his expression unreadable.

Yan Huan had already run five or six laps, working up a sweat. She was a bit anxious now, worried that her body might start to smell.

“Hopelessly obsessed and blind to reason—what more is there to say?” Duyuan could see that any further explanation was pointless. Now that the rescue was complete and the four great holy monks of the Western Regions, led by Tisa, had fallen, there was no longer any reason to remain.

The God of Time and Space dispatched several generals to lead the way. We flew to the far end of the encampment, where the strongest of the divine race were gathered. The sky and earth teemed with their numbers, densely packed to the point that not even water could trickle through.

A powerful spatial ripple emanated from White Crane Mountain. With a gentle wave of his hand, a jade-hued light sliced through the void and, with a whoosh, appeared beside the demon spirit ape suppressed by Ling Qian. It transformed into a crystal-clear jade disc that spun slowly in the sky, radiating an overwhelming aura far beyond mortal reach.

After wandering the mall for half a day, Ye Tian collapsed onto the hotel sofa the moment he returned. He felt that shopping was even more exhausting than any of the missions he had completed before.

Lying on the bed, licking her lips, Han Xue spotted a glass of water on the bedside table not far away. Her eyes lit up. Staring at the cup, she swallowed hard.

I left the lottery shop clutching my ticket numbered 1234567, my pocket heavy with thick red bills—over sixty of them. Yet, as I walked down the street, I found myself unable to conjure up any more money.

Then, voices of agreement rose up, and the previously gloomy atmosphere among the players was instantly swept away. In their hearts, all that remained was hatred for Dreamlike Butterfly and Night Rain in the Jianghu, and disbelief at Yang Bufan’s actions.

“She’s still very weak. The fact that she can walk around the room is already quite good. Do you really think she could go outside?” Li Tian didn’t even glance at Su Tianyu as he spoke directly.

Linghu Ze frowned, watching Yin Lingfeng still engaged in conversation with Li Hua’er, wanting to speak up.

Listening to news of his teacher’s passing, Zhou Yang, though he had never met his teacher, still felt a pang of sorrow deep within his heart.