Chapter 32: Destined

“What? He’ll arrive in Jinling the day after tomorrow? Are you sure?” Wang Jianshu was taken aback, a glimmer of delight flickering in his eyes.

Wang Jianshu shook off the grip on Dean Song’s collar, letting him go.

Once released, Dean Song clutched his throat, coughing violently a few times before clearing his voice. He hastily said, “Yes, President Wang, yes, I received the news…”

“That’s wonderful. Nana, this is my gift to you.” Ye Wudao pondered for a moment, then produced a game console—something he used to kill time when he was bored.

At this moment, only the sect leader of the Nine Peaks Sect, Gu Qingxing, and Elder Bimingxin were present within Lingqing Palace.

This scene, witnessed by Wei Lanyue, Ruth, and the powerful figures of the dark world who were all closely following this battle, left them utterly shocked and wide-eyed.

“Then let me show you my true might!” The voice of Venerable Mahakasyapa of the Void Gate echoed as he hovered silently in midair. The entire vast expanse of the void shook violently.

All her sword techniques now belonged to the Grand Void Star-Moon Sword Art—a style crafted for cultivators, far from the ordinary swordplay of the world. This sword art had been purchased by her grandfather at great cost from an auction house.

“Aunt Flo?” At first, Ye Wudao didn’t understand. Apart from them, who else could be here?

“There’s nothing we can do for now. Of course, this is only my speculation. How the authorities will deal with us remains uncertain.” Xu Jin knew a fair amount about officialdom, but not everything.

But now, upon hearing Long Wu’s words, Long Ziyan wept. Since childhood, she had never once cried, always telling herself to be strong, no matter what. Yet at this moment, she could no longer hold back her heart-wrenching sobs.

The enemy officer who had rushed out was instantly killed by a sniper’s bullet to the head. The remaining infantry, upon seeing their commander fall, were so terrified they cowered behind whatever cover they could find, not daring to move—much less try to support their comrades near the runway.

He believed he had clearly explained the rules and format of the competition; now, all that remained was to wait.

The sun rose in the east, its rays filtering through the forest, dispelling the chill of morning mist and gradually revealing the landscape in all directions.

The bombing lasted only a few short minutes before ceasing. The formations in the sky vanished without a trace, but the cries rising from the ground and the shattered ruins everywhere bore silent witness to the extraordinary conflict that had taken place.

Yet she hadn’t felt much at the time. After the broadcast, a male anchor asked for her contact information, but she was reluctant to give it. Privately, she maintained a cool and distant attitude in conversation.

“Sir, today I’ll give you one acupuncture treatment. After this, you won’t need any more sessions, nor will you need to take those immunosuppressants. If you continue taking them, your body will begin to react adversely,” Jiang Yi said with a smile.

“Let’s all find a place to rest,” Qin Tianze said. “It’s relatively safe here, but don’t stray too far or enter unknown areas shrouded in dark mist.”

Some of those who’d been converted joined the ranks of the itinerant cultivators, and for a moment they rampaged through the group. Originally of average strength, after being infused with Zen Spirit’s power, they now far surpassed ordinary disciples.

Only Li Tianmu dared not be careless. Xu Zhengchao had once fought Thunder God Mercenary Corps leader Lei Zhan head-on. Lei Zhan was a level-seven lightning ability user, someone even Lord Yu Huang held in high regard. To battle Lei Zhan face-to-face was terrifying enough—the outcome of this fight was truly hanging by a thread.

“A Heaven’s Strategy General at the Calamity-Transcending Realm?” Fifty miles away, Luo Changfeng frowned in sudden realization. Since the Daoist from ten thousand years ago was not the Sage of Destiny of the present era, then the master from that time naturally could not be the same as Ji Duxuan, ranked third among the Hundred Generals.