Chapter Twenty-Six: The Interview

"You should find a place closer," Fu Luoning suggested. "All this commuting is exhausting."

"It's alright, I'm used to it," Xiao Li replied.

Fu Luoning didn't press the matter further.

As the night deepened, Fu Luoning decided to stay over, sharing a room with Xiao Li.

Xiao Li found a set of her own pajamas for her. "Should I wash the clothes you're wearing tonight?"

"Go ahead. You can find me another set to wear tomorrow."

Xiao Li opened the wardrobe.

Zhao Fuxin truly admired these long-time street vendors; their eloquence and keen eye for people were top-tier—they knew exactly what to say to whomever they met. Zhao Fuxin wanted to buy a hairpin for Binglian, though he couldn't afford a golden one as exquisite as the one Linhe wore.

It looked like a pair of wings spread wide, yet clearly, they were not wings at all; they looked more like withered, dead branches.

Friend: After everyone found out about the relationship between me and my wife, they kindly started calling me a "man of fistful power."

After the God Clan's Holy Knight fell, there should have been a God Clan swordsman remaining, but by now, that swordsman had vanished without a trace, nowhere to be found.

Once formed, the black giant did not remain still. It swung its massive hands, often snatching those fleeing War Gods from afar whom it otherwise could not have reached.

"Otherwise, let us dozen or so cultivators at the Soul Formation stage act together. If we do not stop the Supreme Demon Emperor now, the cultivation world will be in grave danger." One of the Soul Formation ancestors frowned, looking with profound anxiety at the Supreme Demon Emperor, who remained arrogant and insolent in the sky.

Although it was merely a legend, people had always maintained a "better to believe it exists than to doubt it" attitude toward such things.

Within the Frozen Domain, a mist of blood appeared, followed by countless damage numbers floating above the heads of the God Clan players, causing them to shriek in succession. That was not all; after Yu Tinghan’s Evil-Slaying Formation concluded, Yanyan, not to be outdone, unleashed her ultimate technique: Ten Thousand Arrows Fired Simultaneously. A massive volley of arrows rained down upon the God Clan.

Xiahou Ce snorted coldly, glanced around, and turned to bypass the forest. It took quite some effort before he finally made his way out.

"I wanted to ask, you mentioned you once had a child? What happened there?" Guan Chenji suddenly shifted the topic, questioning Gu Meng.

"I heard my sister came by this afternoon?" The door was pushed open, and Tang Yan, looking weary from his travels, asked the moment he stepped inside.

Before Xuan Yuan could react, he suddenly felt his crown throb, followed by a sensation of warm currents pouring into his body through his skull.

If such a Great Evil King could still be reborn in the future, then Li Qing would truly have to admire him. Of course, the probability of that was infinitesimal; it could now be determined that the Great Evil King was thoroughly dead.

In the early years of the Chongzhen reign of the Ming Dynasty, the rebel leader Chuang Wang rose up, plunging the world into chaos. Thieves and bandits emerged in swarms, and the Ming Empire teetered on the brink of collapse. Yet, as the spring imperial examinations approached, the grand competition continued. Suzhou scholars Chang Jiusheng and Bu Yiwu traveled together toward the capital to sit for the exams. The two rode their horses, trekking over mountains and through rivers, braving the wind and rain until they reached Yimeng, Shandong.

The bandits were deeply disappointed. It seemed the Cloud Shadow Play required the grace of the heavens; they would have to wait until the next time it rained and a rainbow appeared in the west before they could view it in the river below the mountain. The bandits shook their heads and sighed, forced to wait.

Several recorders among the troops used cameras to photograph the state of the motel.

"You're welcome. But is he going to be alright?" He looked like he was on the verge of death. Shi Shuiyue gazed at the lump in Su Ling's arms, a flash of doubt in her eyes. Did Su Ling really have a way to make him recover?

The Centipede Bee Emperor was no longer panicked. Having witnessed Wu Fengzi’s transformation, it knew exactly what to do. Its body surged upward, completely enveloping the newly formed humanoid skeleton, using its own flesh and blood as a shield for the frame, while simultaneously utilizing the final remnants of the Heavenly Fire to perfectly fuse the flesh with the bones.

Since they had already been discovered, Tang Yan and his companions made no attempt to hide, stepping out from the shadows with composure.

Since its founding, Wang City had been searching for scientific talent; it now boasted tens of thousands of scientists.