Chapter 61: Jiang Ke Faces Jiang Xian

Feigning a slow awakening, she murmured, "What’s happening to me?"

At once, Jiang Ke cast a subtle glance around. Only Li Jiale was by her side, and she noticed a camera pointed at her, recording.

Originally, Liu Shenghai intended to close the livestream—after all, it was nearing noon, the sun was high, and lunch time was approaching. He planned to resume in the afternoon.

However, Jiang Ke’s fans clamored loudly, insisting the livestream remain open; they needed to know how she was doing. Reluctantly, he left it running.

“I feel absolutely wonderful, Colonel. The thought of soon seeing my family—my parents and child—and the London streets I’ve longed for fills me with excitement,” Ryan’s tone was vivid, as if he truly were a soldier eagerly returning home.

Yet, after just three exchanges, Lian Yun City leapt forward, employing the Heaven-Burning Fire Fist to separate them.

Listening to the man beside him explain, Feng Lin was stunned. At this moment, how he wished he possessed Luo Yu’s abilities.

Liu Che, hearing the beggar speak politely, noticed the street was empty of passersby and approached.

But with a casual tug on the hemp rope, he seemed to unlock something. A series of loud, urgent blasts echoed incessantly, culminating in a sudden, explosive roar near the rope.

Sure enough, after so long, the spiritual mark had vanished completely.

“Hmph, a stinky bear,” she scoffed. “Returning to his bear form, he’s even uglier than Bald Strong, and nowhere near as adorable as Big Bear or Little Bear. Yet he dares to try courting me?”

However, as the master had said the day before, the demon cult secretly schemed against the Tiger-Killing Gang, hoping to make us worry. Now, it was our turn to devise a secret plan for the cult’s direct confrontation with the gang.

Just as he was lost in thought, a voice called from below—it sounded like Senior Sister Chunhua.

“Parents, thank you for your trouble. I’m new here and not familiar with the area. I wanted to take a walk and perhaps buy some things to bring back,” Wang Hao said.

The ancient divine diagram, like a primordial beast, opened its blood-red maw, engulfing the Taiyin Sword Formation Jiang Wuji had summoned.

In truth, lending the Vacuum Creation Scripture to the Buddhist sect was not impossible—provided they offered sufficient compensation.

Qiu Yan ducked behind the carriage, narrowly evading several large stones hurled his way. The carriage’s frame split apart under the assault. The frightened horses broke free from their reins, whinnying as they fled. The hanging chassis crashed to the ground, splitting in two. The carriage was utterly destroyed, no longer providing shelter.

Recalling last night’s events made Qiu Yan uncomfortable; upon hearing Ye Helin’s words, his face flushed red.

“No need for you to go. Send a brother to notify them. We’ll wait at the city gate pavilion for half an hour. If they don’t come, then they need not bother,” Zhao Yuan said with a smile.

If successful, he would be immortalized in history, having forged a warrior capable of shattering this world. If he failed, it mattered little—after all, the one who died would be someone unrelated to him.

The ancient Tian Wolf, emaciated as a skeleton, strode forward and fixed his gaze on Xu Xiaoyue. His bloodthirsty eyes glittered with a deadly light.

The green liquid rolled twice in his palm before being absorbed by his skin. The blackness in his hand faded upon contact with the liquid, replaced by a fiery sting. When the blackness disappeared, Qiu Li’s palm returned to normal. He circulated his inner energy, finding nothing amiss, and finally relaxed.

“Grandfather!” Lü Feng first saluted. Seeing Ye Jian raise his chin in acknowledgment, he took Ye Wan’er by the hand and sat opposite.

“Very well, then. Please help them refine two spirit-awakening pills,” Fan Chen nodded.

All these uncertainties transformed the once predictable demon-hunting campaigns into an unprecedented enigma. No one knew how to proceed.