Chapter 27: Ten Consecutive Draws!

A man and a woman stopped in front of him. “Hey, do you know which way Villa No. 50 in Zone D is?” The one asking for directions was a young woman. Despite the darkness, she still wore a mask and sunglasses, as if she were a celebrity on an outing.

Before he could reply, the man beside her spoke up, “Darling, why are you even asking him? Look…”

Song Qingyu walked inside, only to discover that several teachers were already there, seemingly discussing something important.

Mao Leyan followed Li Yuan with a nervous heart. “Clear Spring?” Could it be that she was supposed to wait on him while he soaked his feet? Death was preferable to such humiliation! She didn’t even wash her own feet, so why should she help someone else with theirs? After all, she was an imperial physician by decree, not someone to wash another’s feet. She clearly forgot that her illustrious title was bestowed by him as well.

Seeing this, Chu Ran breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He knew that while this giant spider was formidable, it ultimately still feared his lightning powers and dared not face him head-on.

Weariness lingered between his brows, and there were bloodshot veins in his eyes. The decisive vigor he usually displayed was completely gone.

To avoid disturbance, Chu Ran instructed the Flame Demon to find a secluded cave deep in the primeval forest, making it his retreat for closed-door cultivation.

Lin Xiao broke out in a cold sweat listening to all this. At last, seeing a server approach, she told her to take Song Qingyu to see Shen Rou.

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” one of the officers finally buckled under the terrifying pressure, falling to his knees and spilling everything he knew.

With the hostage in tow, as the leader, Qin Botian naturally had to maintain his authority, so his second-in-command, Gangzi, stepped forward.

Wang Yue knew her, even quite well, but that didn’t mean he was pleased to see her.

“Come here!” His voice carried a seductive, alluring undertone—perhaps intensified by his recent soak in the hot spring, lending it a languid flavor. Yet the emperor was definitely not a lazy sort of handsome; to be precise, he was distinguished by his character.

He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already four in the morning. Avril was fast asleep on the bed, and aside from her soft breathing, the room was silent.

I felt my intelligence had been insulted. If coming to the capital was only for money or status, it was utterly meaningless.

That great fire raged all night, its flames lighting up half of the Hidden Clan's sky, causing a tremendous stir throughout their ranks.

The group set up their temporary camp beneath an ancient tree that had stood for a thousand years. Yang Hao and Fei Peng were sent out to search for food.

The body of the Golden Knight was nailed to a cross by six massive iron spikes. The source energy stored within him dripped from his wounds, liquefying into droplets that traced the arms of the cross, as though he were suffering an unending torment.

Next came the discussion of how many people each family would send out. To defeat or even drive away the outsiders in a single strike would require a great number—especially elementists, who were indispensable.

“Almost forgot—there’s one more.” Vinason turned, looking toward a patch of weeds not far away.

To reclaim the source of humanity, the entire Thorne Divine Clan mobilized, deploying all their forces.

“Uh, what does that mean?” Even with some progress, Karl still couldn’t grasp the connection.

Ten minutes later, piloting the Black Lotus Mk II, Zhang Shuo arrived over Divine Root Island and, to his surprise, encountered Karen piloting the Red Lotus Mk II. The Red and Black Lotus models looked identical, each outfitted with wing-like flight gear on their backs.

Now that he had returned to the village, Liu Hei Pi felt at ease. He left two wagonloads of ceremonial earth with the Zheng family’s steward for their horses, while he led his people back to Peach Blossom Valley.

Their voices overlapped almost simultaneously. Cang Dao hadn’t expected the visitor to be a junior he actually knew. Back then, it was thanks to Fang Yan that he was able to recover his divine soul. Though not a great debt, there was some measure of friendship between them.