Chapter 38: Forced Offline

He sat down behind her, and as he reached forward to gently clasp Yin Jia’s waist, he caught a whiff of a fresh scent.

"No, it’s Gin who is responsible for the handover," Mizusawa Yue noted, certain that there was a smile in Vermouth’s tone this time.

The caster drains their own primordial spirit, while the other party to the contract—the avatar of the Six Paths—also suffers a depletion of their life essence. He had indeed upped the stakes, aiming for Anluo to eventually enter the Nether Asura Path and become a Soul-Slaying Envoy.

The Azure Dragon, which had been perched on Yang Tian’s shoulder, sprang into the air and transformed into a golden dragon over ten meters long. Opening its maw, it unleashed a stream of golden dragon fire toward Kuman.

Yang Tian’s nerves were pulled taut. He had to keep track of the surroundings while fending off the charging exotic beasts. If he faltered, he would be surrounded, and if no one came to his rescue, he would be done for.

As he asked his question, he glanced around, noticing that the experts were quite wary of Han Guang; some were even trembling.

Su Chen took several jars of spirit spring water from the wooden hut and quickly drank them, allowing the medicinal power of the spring to dissolve and integrate into his flesh and blood.

Shao Yan’s fan club mobilized, immediately flooding the interactive section of Mango TV. Many on the other side had intended to watch the drama, but before they knew it, a crowd appeared and scrubbed the questions away. Although Wei Zhongyuan’s expression was ugly, he went over anyway.

"Though this isn't as wildly profitable as the mallard business, it relies on a steady, long-term flow. Rong Cheng’s perspective aligns with mine; neither of us wants to be as reckless as the mallard venture. While we might earn less money this way, it has the advantage of safety. Even if problems arise in the future, I can easily distance myself."

Xia Shiguang forced herself to eat a little bit, but feeling a churning in her stomach, she ran to the restroom and vomited it all up.

Originally, the appearance of a new "Saint" would have only stirred a sense of sentimentality, nothing more.

"Master Xin, is Master Chen going to find the master who set the exam questions and then..." Hua Jiu made a throat-slitting gesture.

A large hand suddenly pressed down on Hua Jiu’s head. If not for the familiar voice and scent of Dong Nanxi, she would have nearly swiped at him with her claws.

But how could Jun Yan hear the voice within his heart? Even if he weren't screaming internally but shouting aloud, Jun Yan, having lost his hearing, still wouldn't be able to hear him.

Watching the familiar face in the container, she mused that all the preparatory work had not been in vain.

Therefore, he had to do everything in his power to lower the threshold of the Sealing Art so that other supreme masters could learn it.

Even if his strength could still be improved, had he been just idling away the last two months?

Digging further down, he found some withered branches, a few gnawed bone fragments, and a roasting fork made from a twig. It still had a piece of leftover rabbit meat on it, the fur having been scraped off clean.

When the Xuantian was opened to allow entry, its internal structure changed drastically, so no one knew what truly lay inside.

As his consciousness was forced out, the black snake’s head suddenly exploded. Blood and brains splattered everywhere; the snake’s head had detonated itself.

If anyone found it truly impossible to accept, it was Jiang Qing. After sharing a bed for years, he never knew that the person he had been intimate with every night was the mastermind of the betrayal.

She had thought her father would only cause a scene at the wedding and that would be the end of it. Chi Jianglin, in anticipation of this, had specifically arranged for bodyguards; if her father and his group really showed up, he would invite them to a different restaurant.

Such a qualitative change, in the past, might have caused all sorts of strange phenomena to manifest on his appearance.

Wang Wanyan then said his goodbyes to Long Pingfan with his people. Sun Erdao felt an intense reluctance to leave, but with Sun Yidao also bidding farewell, he was inevitably dragged away.

When they reached the battlefield, only six arenas remained, each a hundred meters square. Fatty Qingfeng and dozens of others sat to the north. I couldn't even be bothered to count how many there were; the number grew day by day.

Heitu watched them, his heart trembling. Among so many people, there were likely quite a few who had come chasing rumors of the Ghost. If the Ghost were truly discovered here, it would be an epic battle.

Along the way, Zhang Ling passed through the endless darkness once more. However, this time, he didn't wander for what felt like an eternity; after only a moment, he emerged from the darkness and arrived at the cave entrance where he had fallen from the cliff so long ago.

Elder Piao was a man with deep patriotic sentiments; how could he possibly tell Piao Zhenzhen about this dark history?

"Alright! I’m not a cannibal! I’m just asking you one question." Jin Yuanbao saw right through the man’s pretense, but he couldn't be bothered to argue.

They had never expected that the combined strike of five masters at the Douhuang level would not only fail to destroy the mysterious formation that had suddenly appeared on the peak of Wangtian Mountain, but also fail to shake it in the slightest. They had almost brought disaster upon themselves, nearly drawing the wild beasts back to attack Jin’ao City.

Yue Wuya and Li Feng exchanged glances, their hearts filled with confusion. Yet they understood Tian Yun’s temper; the old man, usually so kind, could make even the Dragon God Empire tremble if he were provoked to anger. They had no choice but to board their respective mounts and leave.

"It’s cold at night, put on some clothes." Xia Yu draped a coat over Lin Rui’s shoulders and then stood quietly behind him.

Although the elders of the Wolf Clan were loath to see the Wolf God go, both Jin and Yin had made up their minds to leave this time, and nothing the werewolves said could change that.

Du Zhiguo nodded, quite satisfied. This question seemed odd at first glance, but it had struck right at the heart of the matter.