Volume One, Chapter 29: I Beg You, Please Tell Me—Who Is That Person?

If such a scene were posted online, it would surely go viral. Besides the Moon Goddess Chang’e, the plain fairy also traded some items with Lin Xiafan—a set of ancient-style men's clothing she had made herself, claimed to be impervious to fire and water, cool in summer and warm in winter.

“You can see for yourself, this spaceship is only this big. It should be able to accommodate five million people without issue. As for their home planet, it takes about three months to reach from our world,” Lin Yan explained to them.

But for two bandits who had long made a living robbing travelers, no matter whose wealth it was, they all harbored the desire to turn it into their own.

After saying this, Guo Dalu was startled by his own words. He glanced at his son, who smiled calmly and nodded slightly, clearly confident in his plan.

“I’ve already got the items!” Ye Yingfan replied in a low voice, trying to keep his tone steady, though the joy beneath was impossible to conceal.

At the thought that he would no longer be neighbors with Li Lin, Wu Yan lost her appetite. Even the delicious squirrel-shaped mandarin fish left her indifferent.

The lower part of the staircase had been shattered by the wild bull’s impact and was on the verge of collapse. Li Lin and Anderson were above; when it gave way, they would surely fall.

Darkened Yuexue Yi sat on the ground, quietly playing with her azure dagger in hand without uttering a word.

Watching Li Lin launch another attack, the man gave a bitter smile. He was nearly spent, having used too much strength in the previous clash. His muscles ached, and he simply couldn’t muster much power.

Yin Rong raised an eyebrow, pulling back her long blade. The clash of blade against sword sparked a shower of fiery sparks.

Shadow One flew off at once upon receiving the order, with Shadow Two following immediately. Mo Jiuqing’s heart pounded like a drum as he stared at the trembling leaves.

These items were best not used to refine the body, but rather to concoct divine pills, thus maximizing their value.

3. The replication process requires the other party to continuously release their abilities and provide insights. Once the insight is achieved, the replication succeeds.

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At present, Su Yuxin lacked any spiritual cultivation. Jiang Han could sense she was just an ordinary person, a fact that puzzled him deeply—why was this so?

Everyone attacked frantically; there was no other way. For survival, all gave their utmost. Hua Wuque led the way ahead. Dressed in spotless white, with black hair flowing freely and a stern expression, his attacks were ruthless. His wild power shattered bones and scattered bone dust wherever he went.

He had gained tremendous benefits from this round of consolidation and needed time to fully assimilate them.

A high-level sorcerer from the Astrological Platform instantly cast a spell to see through invisibility. Such prophecy-type spells were rare among elemental pool sorcerers. Native sorcerers, being of warlock lineage, could never match the variety and number of spells arcane mages could learn.

Though confident in the bearer, she could not permit any mishaps, especially with Chen Feng present.

This was the most powerful move he had created so far! Although Guo Jia and others completed the first step through sheer grit, he himself had only made improvements.

In fact, since the failed contract dispute with Feixun News Agency, Chen Zhicheng had no further contact with Su Han. Recently, he had grown close to Lin Yi, and he learned about Su Han’s father’s situation through her. Of course, he would never tell He Fei about these matters.

Based on years of experience, everyone knew the capacity of the Demon Locking Tower. Even if the Eight Clans crammed it full, not many could fit inside.

Hanging like puppets in the sewers, the blood clan had completely abandoned their human forms, resembling primitive bats.

By the time these zombies finally surged toward Chen Ran’s formation, fewer than thirty remained.

Yet now they were told the celestial army of the divine race was attacking the capital. For a moment, they could not discern who the true enemy was—the divine race or the demon race. At least the demons had not yet launched any direct attacks on humans.

That was the token of Tianzun Mountain, and the white-clad man must have been Bai Yi Xiangtong. Since flying out of the palace, he had felt his blood reverse flow and his spiritual veins unstable. Were it not for his high cultivation, he might have truly perished there.

Fearing the early unification of the human world and the loss of advantage for the demon invasion, he had kept a trick up his sleeve during negotiations with the imperial advisor.

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Yet at the same time, Lu Chengfeng’s attitude was somewhat ingratiating. Whether in how he addressed the emperor or the precious gift he wished to present, it was all intended to pave the way for his upcoming pleas on behalf of Princess Jinyang and the Divine Machine Monk.

At this moment, Jiang Yu seemed to be in a dream, afraid that the instant he opened his eyes, the sunlight would reveal his true form.

Yang Zongheng followed the Prince of Liang onto the carriage, unaware of their destination. Throughout the journey, the prince’s gaze remained fixed on him, unsettling him deeply.

Shen Luo raised an eyebrow at the sight of this ghostly creature. It was no ordinary ghost king; its aura nearly rivaled the late stages of True Immortal Realm. Even a ghost king like Qing Lu would hardly be its match.

It was precisely because of such power that Wei Ye felt he could now delve into certain matters, such as investigating the disappearance zone of the super Dragon Aotian. But when he learned that Lin Zhao and Chen Xing might be pseudo-golden rank, he realized his own strength was still insufficient.

The plane slowly landed at a civilian airport in Neptune City. Yang Lie had already arranged various transport vehicles. In this city, situated on the buffer line between Tianmen and the Underworld, where neither side could easily expand, it was relatively easier to conduct operations.

“Brother-in-law, I’m sorry,” Mo Feng called out, ashamed. He had embarrassed himself today and implicated Sister Qingcheng and her husband.

Li Wei sat solemnly in the seat of honor above, his heavy expression betraying his complex mood.

Yet now it was said that Liu Meiren and Consort Su had joined forces to target the Empress, which was truly strange.

Qin Fen turned to look at Zhang Xiangyang, an exceptional young recruit who was lying on the grass, showing no intention of rising to hear Commander Yang’s orders.