Chapter 71: The Interview Ends, Time-Limited Abilities and a Basic Version of Spatial Power

This world truly holds all kinds of strange monsters and demons. There are mole spirits raised by humans, clam demons that fear mankind, and ferocious beasts that humans fight against. Qiao Jia continued the interviews, and compared to the monsters' myriad reasons, the humans' motives were much simpler. Most sought a stable life; for ordinary people, survival in the apocalypse was far too difficult. Those who made it to the final round were survivors, not...

Bai Yue saw Ji Lingsheng run off in panic, hurriedly chasing after him. Her tears traced lines on the ground, mingling with the blood Ji Lingsheng had shed, never to be separated again. At that moment, Tang Fan heard the voice of someone called Brother Yang through the phone. He felt he had heard that voice somewhere before, but couldn't recall it immediately. The house was in ruins—broken tables, battered chairs, discarded newspapers, all in disarray. A thick layer of dust covered the floor.

Though mentally prepared, Li Sanye still jumped in fright upon suddenly seeing so many ghosts appear together. "You!" Jun Buhuan crossed his arms, furious at Ling Shi's triumphant, tongue-out expression; he was about to explode with rage. Blind contact was always a losing move. Daoist cultivation has always been about establishing one’s own path, seeking the fruit of the Dao, moving with nature and fate.

A year of exposure to wind and sun had brought some benefits, but for Ji Lingsheng, whose stomach was as empty and greedy as a starving hawk, it was far from enough. He was desperate for results, whether swallowing whole or devouring ravenously, as long as he could get it down. Under such overwhelming pressure, even if rescuers came from outside, they could never break through the reach of the thunder tribulation.

When Qin Yang entered the banquet hall, many eyes immediately fell upon him; quite a few recognized him at once. In the next moment, the long sword transformed into streams of sword energy, piercing straight into the spreading black spot. Li Zi’s relaxed, almost gloating demeanor already made it clear: this was none of Li Jin’s business—perhaps there was entertainment to be had.

Moreover, she held a blood-red oil paper umbrella in her hand, with a crimson plum blossom painted on its surface, flourishing brightly. Yang Huamei showed not a hint of suicidal action, yet Mrs. Tan was already terrified. The wind whistled past her ears, her vision widened, and they soared into the clouds. The misty white clouds were soft as cotton, while Jun Cang’s flaming wings shone brilliantly in the vast sky.

Yet, the plan that had already formed in her heart would not be dispelled, but kept reminding her: if only she could carry it out, Chu Yunshang would die by her hand, and the Prince of Yue, whom she adored, would forever belong to her. But as he had just stepped forward, the third-tier guards who had been attacking him suddenly had crimson blood spurting from their waists, and one after another, with a heavy thud, collapsed at his feet.

The man in white robes saw it too. When he first laid eyes on this man, he sensed only the aura of a “Human Stage” cultivator, yet he could feel his strength—indeed, among all present, he was the strongest. Shen Tianlan had thought the farewell would be tinged with sadness, but Yan Jin leapt up in excitement instead.

"Boom!" A fireball exploded at Xue Yiba’s nose. As a high-level martial artist, he was instantly knocked flying by the energy. In midair, his hair caught fire, releasing a sickening burnt protein smell that drifted through the air.

"Li Yan, what's wrong? You’re not even eating barbecue anymore?" Lin Na sat beside Li Yan, noticing that after only two bites of the colorful musk deer meat, he’d suddenly stopped, and immediately asked, puzzled.

Xia Haitong could not imagine—if Ye Chengzhi were removed from his position as CEO, and if he knew she was the one who brought him to this state—how would he react? Could he remain as calm as he was now?

Perhaps they all needed to learn how not to care about each other. Maybe that would be best for both. He tried hard to bring everything back to the way it was before, but he knew better than anyone how hard it would be to return.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the sky had grown overcast, with scattered snowflakes drifting down, landing on each anxious person waiting, and no one bothered to brush them aside.

Tang Xuan slowly holstered his gun, seeing that Li You Sheng’s right hand still gripped the dagger tightly, refusing to let go.

"Sixth Sister-in-law, it’s not like I have a grudge with you. You don’t need to be so ruthless; you’ve beaten me until my nose is bleeding." The Thirteenth Prince clutched his nose, drawing cold breaths.

Xie Junhe’s thoughts stalled, feeling a chill sweep across his back. He forgot how Shen Yanfei left, or how he himself departed from the shed. When he looked up and came to his senses again, he was already standing beneath the signboard of Flower Moon Pavilion. Everything he’d witnessed in the shed had faded away without a trace.

Lei Feng, sitting in the car, had just watched Zhou Yafu vanish before his eyes, only to discover him suddenly appearing inside the vehicle the next moment. It startled him, causing him to forget even the boundaries he’d set for himself.

So, when Four Tigers, carrying doubts in his heart, and Qiangzi reluctantly agreed to a few words, Qiangzi decisively asked where Four Tigers was now, saying they should catch up.

There were also some cultivation methods in various materials—some on paper, some on leather, and some simply engraved on jade slips.

Moreover, thanks to the talent show, their relationship had grown even more awkward, leaving him unsure how to interact with her.

"A few years ago, I did see some bodies reduced to black bones, but never ones that could move."

After collecting the dragon corpse and thoroughly searching the area, finding no other treasures, Ye Zhu and the others left in a huff.