Chapter 58

Emily knew that dwelling on something she couldn't remember was completely useless, so she let it go and turned instead to discussing the available data.

Just then, Xia Yu appeared. Today, he had led his disciples into the mountains to clear out a training ground so that future students could practice their spellcraft.

"Are you really not going to tell me what this thing is for?" Huangfu Lan presented the spirit root coin right before Gu Xi's eyes.

With the silver spear in hand, Lu Benzhan radiated an overwhelming aura. Shaking his arms, the long silver spear thrust and recoiled like a venomous serpent toward a student of Fengxiang Academy.

"Of course I'm scared, but with so many bigshots keeping me company, this death is totally worth it." Pausing for a moment, he asked with a cheerful smile, "Aren't you wondering how we managed to plant these explosives right under your heavily guarded post?"

Who would have thought that just as the realm had found a brief period of peace, the flames of war would flare up once again? He understood nothing of these matters and had no heart to manage them; what kind of decisions could he possibly make?

A smile touched the corners of the young man's lips, and amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, his body transformed into a streak of light and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the other party refusing to drop the matter, Fleet Admiral Sengoku's expression turned extremely grim as he pointed angrily at the major general, rebuking him in a fury.

The exact same event could be a disaster for some, yet a turning point for others. In this palace coup, those connected to Prince Kang were either imprisoned or executed, while the meritorious ministers who saved the sovereign were largely promoted and ennobled.

"Been here? Impossible," Liu Wu said while casting his gaze around. As he looked, he could not help but turn pale with shock.

"Second Brother Wang!" The bodyguards all knew that their Second Brother Wang detested durians above all else in life. Yet, seeing him in such a miserable state and still refusing to let his brothers suffer, they were deeply moved. A few sentimental ones even felt tears welling up in the corners of their eyes.

Upon hearing Jiu Meng's response, Feng Lin pondered for a moment before saying, "No matter what, let's mobilize the brothers to search for him." With that, he walked outside. Jiu Meng stood frozen in place for a moment before following after him.

Although cultivators who stepped into the Life and Death Realm could comprehend the essence of mortality and rebirth, allowing them to regenerate severed limbs, for a swordsman, having his sword-holding arms brutally hacked off during combat—leaving him unable to hold a sword—while watching his loved ones perish before his eyes, was undoubtedly a devastating blow to his Dao heart.

Had Qin Yao not possessed a special skill, he truly would not have dared to confirm that the greasy middle-aged man before him was Shang Ning. After all, the man was simply too slovenly, bearing not the slightest resemblance to a master, and clashing entirely with the image Qin Yao had previously seen in magazines.

The assailant's reaction was extremely swift as well. Seeing that his initial strike missed, he followed through with the momentum without holding back, thrusting the dagger toward the back of Mu An'an's head as she lay sprawled over Mo Zhenzhen. Every single strike targeted vital human organs, demonstrating an extreme ruthlessness.

Zhao Tai, the notorious young scoundrel of Modu, no longer retained even a shred of that villainous demeanor. The moment he caught sight of Qin Yao, a broad smile immediately bloomed across Young Master Zhao's face as he proactively hurried forward.

Meanwhile, a young male player clad in glowing red armor was gripping a half-red, half-white longsword. His ID was: Young Master Mu Visited This Place.

Mu An'an was just about to refuse when the gazes of the men in black suits happened to sweep in this direction. Pretending to smoke a cigarette nonchalantly was undoubtedly the best disguise, so she reached out, took the offered cigarette, and held it between her fingers.

He had thought that making a wasted, pointless trip was unfortunate enough, but he never expected something even worse. Without any prior warning whatsoever, a massive pit suddenly appeared beneath his feet, and *thud*, down he tumbled into it. Wasn't this deliberately screwing him over?

Gersons was a man who had seen fierce winds and great waves; decisive judgment was a fundamental trait required of any successful businessman. Had there been even a trace of indecision in his character, he could never have grown his business to such a scale.

Ji Jingxi's delicate ear twitched slightly, and the aura surrounding him instantly dissipated. He turned around, and at the edge of his vision, a slender figure holding an umbrella was just stepping onto the final stone stair.

Fu Yu recounted the events in a soft, gentle voice, especially the changes in the jade disk fragments. Hearing this, Luo Tian felt his heart leap into his throat, for the two occurrences bore an uncanny resemblance to each other.

Following Ye Shu's single word of acknowledgment, countless spheres of light suddenly materialized around him, packed so densely that even probing with divine sense seemed incapable of calculating their exact number—truly a wondrous sight.

The homeroom teacher of Class 2, Grade 2 had always been quite formidable within the school, yet whenever he faced Zhou Ze, he invariably adopted the tone of an equal. After all, Zhou Ze was no ordinary student; he was practically a genius, and the thoughts of a genius always differed somewhat from those of ordinary mortals.

Chu Yunxi opened the white porcelain bottle; it was filled with cinnabar. It seemed Baili Chenfeng had guessed her intentions completely, knowing precisely what her next move would be.

Just as Baili Chenfeng was preparing to leap onto his horse and charge into the imperial palace, the sound of a child crying drifted over. A maidservant was seen approaching them, carrying the inconsolable, weeping Nuo'er.

"Commander, should we notify Mr. Song and the others about this?" Hong Chengdian suggested with a hint of worry.

Fortunately, nothing seemed amiss so far, and the aura emanating from within was verified to be, at most, at the Foundation Establishment stage.

There were villagers dressed as farmers, scholars wearing scholarly robes, and many, many others. Everyone was gazing intently at this spot.

Such strength, let alone within their Human Realm Three Imperial Domains, even if transferred to the Nine Palaces Heavenly Domain's Immortal Slaying Alliance, would still undoubtedly qualify as a top-tier powerhouse capable of dominating an entire region, second only to emperors.

I exchanged a few polite pleasantries with him, stating that I was the person recommended by Chief Steward Jin, and that I had already arrived in Bangkok, having just disembarked from the airplane.

For an ordinary person, before feeling the field of "Qi", having spiritual energy forcibly channeled into them was an exceptionally painful experience—much like continuing to blow air into a balloon that was already on the verge of popping. At this moment, this man in black was precisely that balloon, fully inflated to its absolute limit.