29. The Pendant

Seeing Lin Yixue, who had been furious just a moment ago, suddenly break into a radiant smile, Xue Shanshan was caught off guard, forgetting to retract her long legs stretched out into the aisle.

The first thing Tong Mengyao did upon waking was to check Meng Fan’s breath and heartbeat with persistent desperation, followed by shaking his body.

A vast number of warriors were being slaughtered, their ranks dwindling, while the main force of the demon tide surged toward the front lines. The enemy’s numbers were swelling. At this moment, the Corpse Puppet barely managed to parry the onslaught of the Cyclops commander, while its inner core felt completely chilled.

Yet at this instant, the three Great Sages burst into a chorus of hysterical laughter, laughing in a way that left everyone baffled.

Before Xiaoxiang could finish her sentence, Qin Yan moved with the speed of a phantom, flashing before her. He pressed his hands heavily onto her shoulders, and a numbing sensation seeped into her body, rendering her immobile. Her right hand, which she had just raised, dropped powerlessly, and all she could manage in the end was a panicked scream.

"What are you laughing at? You look like you've done something sordid," Song Zinan said, returning to her seat after ordering, feeling speechless at the unkind expression on Li Quan’s face.

Gong Yunxiu gently pushed his hand away and smiled indifferently, "A gambling stake of one tael of silver—are you afraid of losing? Worried she might cheat? Heh!" Speaking of cheating, her Veil Technique was truly an unparalleled art that reigned supreme over the world.

Meng Fan, however, slept soundly, feeling as if he had returned to the past, back to those passionate days on the university campus.

"Brother Jin? It really is them. They are indeed all looking for Zhang Kun. Why on earth? Damn it."

"Meng Fan is gone, but his spirit should not leave us," Long Saifei said, gripping a blood-stained military saber with his one uninjured arm and hand, his voice filled with sorrow yet unwavering resolve.

It was rare for Tong Yu to visit the county, and the scenery here was unique. Shi Hongyun had booked a hotel for her early on. After settling in, Tong Yu went out for a stroll after a brief rest.

Clenching his fists in front of his chest, Zheng Yuan crouched down, his muscles taut. Patterns resembling the appearance of the Gourmet Demon within him began to emerge all over his body, his teeth sharpened, and his breath exhaled in hot white steam.

Galos did not entertain thoughts of an unscathed retreat, for such a thing was impossible. This world was like this: either you kill me, or I kill you. Even if things appeared harmonious on the surface, someone would eventually stab you in the back.

It could almost be compared to a volleyball; placed on this figure, it felt like any further increase would ruin the overall aesthetic—it was the very limit of perfection, a sight that was truly staggering to the eye.

Inside, the host would speculate on who would claim the championship throne based on the data of the participating trainers collected from the Sinnoh League.

When the white mist vanished, the Lava Beast appeared before Zheng Yuan. Its body bore numerous frostbite wounds; indeed, it was a monster with a combat rating as high as 72, and even in this state, it had not lost its ability to fight.

The only difference was that everyone on the streets here was accompanied by a Pokémon partner of various forms.

"The Nine Provinces have collapsed, and the immeasurable primordial energy drifts throughout the universe, leaving the land desolate, much like the primordial wilderness beyond the realms. It is difficult for cultivators to tread here. As for the Buddhists, they silence their thoughts, transforming emptiness into reality to stand in the world as golden-bodied Buddhas."

Outside the grand hall, Yun Lan’s gaze remained fixed on the room, fearing that Li Qiuli might meet with some mishap. He paced back and forth, distracted; one could see how anxious he was.

This didn't even account for the many variables. For instance, if Jing Jian continued to hold shares, potentially exceeding an absolute controlling interest of 50%, it meant that although Wang Lie had won this round, he had to constantly guard against Jing Jian’s counterattack.

Because after Yu Lian finished those words, I saw her entire body begin to turn transparent.

I knew Lao Jiu was still feeling miserable about being scolded. He was likely racking his brain right now, trying to find ways to refute those who had insulted us.

The stars across the sky flared into brilliance, erupting with blinding radiance. A pillar of silver light shot straight into the heavens, vast and boundless, resonating with the stars within the domain.

Asking as I went, I tiptoed toward the source of the ringing phone. It was at another corner of the hallway, where I remembered there was a window.

"Who are you..." Jian Ning’s expression was calm. Although her head was still wrapped in bandages, she looked anything but flustered, nor did she show any fear of the unknown world.

Looking down, I found the ring was still on my hand, but the spots of blood on it had become even more vivid.

"What is the world beyond the domain really like? This black-robed youth is truly terrifying!" Yang Tian and the others were shocked. They all knew the black-robed youth’s origins and deeply yearned to know what other ancient life-bearing worlds were like.

The duck-headed man laughed heartily as he unbuckled his belt and walked toward Yan Feifei, who had fallen to the ground. It appeared he was about to pounce on her and perform some act.

The next day, accompanied by Chen Feng, Yan Feifei easily purchased a plot at the best cemetery in H City to lay her parents' ashes to rest together.

"Not bad." The old man glanced at Yang Tian with his cloudy eyes, then spoke two nonsensical words in a hoarse, low voice.

The nearby property owners had won and were continuing to demand compensation for the recent disturbances, a matter Tao Zongheng was busy handling. Cheng Tianle decided to bid farewell to Shen Sibao and Tao Zongheng to continue his journey of cultivation.

As soon as the Imperial Council ended, Count Albrecht von Roon, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, returned to the Foreign Ministry building, where he met Count Walewski, who had been waiting for him.

As soon as the government troops left, the courtyard erupted into chaos, with all sorts of discussions breaking out. Most, however, expressed their disdain for Liu Zhengfeng, realizing that his "washing his hands in a golden basin" was merely to become a lackey for others.

Looking at this tree, Cheng Tianle was suddenly struck with a sense of alarm. While nourishing this Mysterious Pearl and sensing its aura with his divine consciousness, his primordial spirit had been completely undefended. It contained not only the supernatural powers and mysterious methods of that demon king but also a fierce and violent aura. In such a state, he had been infected without even realizing it.

"Your Highness, if the Mughal Empire is willing to provide military funding, we would not mind helping India drive out the British rulers!" Long Yufei stated.

Was the Blue Sun Dao Sect truly determined to win? Not necessarily. Everyone knew that the ones who should have been bidding most aggressively were those from the Pill Sect. This level of bidding might just be to stir the murky waters; clearly, they were confident, betting that the Pill Sect would inevitably bid again.