Chapter 49

Fortunately, we were all coated with a special insect repellent. Those flying insects stopped just four or five meters away from us, yet they showed no intention of leaving.

"That's in..." I started to say, but suddenly cut myself off, feeling it wasn't quite convenient to mention the netherworld at this moment.

Practitioners can maintain their youthful appearance without aging once they reach a certain realm. Fang Xin had no idea whether the Second Elder before him deliberately maintained such white hair or was forced to do so due to some special circumstances.

Of course, this was merely Fang Xin's wishful thinking. Once the Demon Saint Grotto opened, there would inevitably be numerous practitioners, and the competition Fang Xin would face would be intensely fierce.

What kind of person was the tomb's owner? Were they the infant's father, or someone else entirely? Why did they possess a dragon egg, and why did they choose such a geomantically forbidden place as their final resting place?

However, Zhu Chihong tore it up regardless, and Fang Xinyan and the others fully represented Ye Congyuan, settling the matter completely without even needing Ye Congyuan to know.

One-fifth of the people she brought were acquaintances, relatives, or friends, while the remaining four-fifths were strangers—specifically chosen to ensure that these three thousand six hundred humans could multiply and thrive.

Naturally, there was no real fear to speak of; strictly speaking, anticipation should outweigh fear.

"Do you truly possess such a nature?" Mu Lixiao, however, remained unconvinced. She had never caught even a hint of slaughter in Luo Chen, not even when they confronted each other on the battlefield.

"Snap!" As Chu Feng lowered both arms, the hovering blue Qi sword instantly dissipated. Having maintained control over this Qi sword for so long, Chu Feng had long since felt unequal to the task. The moment the Qi sword vanished, his complexion turned ashen white, and if not for his profound foundation, he would have been completely exhausted.

This also led many people to accept Chris's explanation, believing that the Iron Suit was the research outcome of the United States military.

Immediately following, beacons were plastered across the entire grand hall as if they cost nothing, adorned with precious blocks of diamond, redstone, and gold. For a moment, the entire hall took on a magnificent and luxurious appearance.

While one might say Chen Mo had her flaws, the development of Aegis Automobile Company was undeniably rapid, and she held immense trust in her.

In the office of the Director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department at the venerable Hailing City First People's Hospital, they dared to go all out.

As everyone finished watching Liu Xing and was about to disperse, a driver walked over and spoke a few words to Liu Xing.

However, the boundary gate spirit before them was a genuine portal of transit. Once cultivation reached the advanced stage, one could potentially tear through the void and open a portal to another realm. With a shift in his thoughts, Lucifer let out a cold laugh, then reined in his spiritual power and burst into wild laughter toward the sky.

"This inner Qi isn't very strong; the Rushing Mountain Palm should be able to handle it." Han Yu gritted his teeth, directly raised his palm, and slapped toward the inner Qi erupting from Chu Feng's fingertips.

Having gone through successive battles all the way from Canada to the United States, the two of them were no longer the rookies who had never killed anyone before.

Liang Da relaxed, but Zhao Yingluo did not. However, her energy was no longer focused on the wager with Liang Da, but rather on her imperial brother's decree.

"Uh," I was instantly at a loss for words. I knew this person wasn't Feng Yao, yet I also knew that even if he weren't Feng Yao, he must be connected to him in some way; otherwise, it was impossible for two people in this world to look so alike.

He didn't want Xu Nanxing to lose her hands just like that, but in the face of these bizarre events, he appeared so powerless, unable to retain anything or protect anything.

Chu Liang, who had rested for the night, woke up feeling refreshed and clear-headed. After washing up, a maid came to summon him, explaining that the steward had prepared a banquet to celebrate the young hero Chu's success.

"Master." Several manor stewards had already come out to welcome them, helping a middle-aged man in brocade robes down from the carriage. This man was none other than the master of the Li Family Manor, a gentle smile gracing his face.

"A bit numb..." A-Guan rubbed his legs. Ever since he escaped the hospital, he had constantly felt lightheaded, with his limbs frequently aching and feeling numb and weak.

Only every night, someone would come to untie the coarse cloth, wash his lower body clean, and then wrap it up again.

Fei Yaotiao pretended not to hear, returning to her bed to cover her head and continue sleeping fast asleep. Xu Wenwen hurriedly washed up, glanced at Fei Yaotiao pretending to sleep in bed, let out a very loud sigh, and then slammed the door shut as she walked out.

Originally, Tang Xin was still somewhat hesitant, but upon hearing that there were many precious medicinal herbs involved, she nodded and agreed to this method.

"Lord Tai Sui, you..." Qian Yao retreated a few steps. A-Guan stood his ground, let out a breath, turned around to close the door, and bolted it securely.

Xue Bin's words were clearly no longer persuasion, but a naked threat. Old Yang slumped dejectedly into the chair beside the telephone, as if Xue Bin's words had drained every ounce of strength from his body.

Nearby, Ghost Seven, who had already retreated seven or eight steps, repeatedly patted his chest with a lingering look of terror.

The tall, thin man slowly crawled up from the ground, staring silently at the bearded man.

China has been a land of etiquette since ancient times; propriety refers to rules of conduct, and ceremony refers to rituals. The so-called etiquette broadly refers to behavioral norms in various social occasions. Those who understand propriety show it in every gesture, every smile, and even in walking, standing, sitting, lying down, and treating others with established rules.

There was also an inescapable dampness in the air. Being close to the seaside, a slight excess of moisture was inevitable.

The strength he had managed to accumulate was now completely gone, and not only that, even his skeletal body was directly pulverized by Su Yan.

"Intelligence and Spirit attributes increased?" Jie Xuan muttered to herself in bewilderment, but before her voice trailed off, she felt the massive transformation occurring within herself, causing her eyes to widen in shock.

In any sect, uttering such words would result in expulsion at the lightest, and a fatal disaster at the worst.

Luogeng paused. Instead of looking at her own sect's major affairs, she was fixated on Ding Qishan, who was still a nobody at this point—was this not putting the cart before the horse?

The bald man rubbed his head and strode toward Xiang Yuandong with a fierce and menacing expression. When he reached a distance of about one or two meters from Xiang Yuandong, he suddenly raised his hand and threw a direct hook at Xiang Yuandong's face.