Chapter 55: Iron Cloth Shirt

Lan Yu, apart from official business and work-related socializing, never takes part in the gatherings of her unruly friends. Moreover, Lan Yu has made it clear that whether shopping or traveling in the evening or on weekends, none of them are allowed to follow her.

“What a joke! If I, an old man, couldn’t defeat you all, my centuries of life would have been for nothing.” It turned out to be the Holy Lord. With a wave of his hand, he struck—a robot flew several meters away, its chest deeply caved in.

As he pondered, he actually concluded that his long-term work had led to a mental illness, causing hallucinations. The realization was terrifying, and he promised himself to take a proper leave and rest for a while.

After the attack that day, he had returned to his hometown and had no idea about the current situation at school. The reason he went to the internet café today was to find out what had happened at the school.

“Li Ran, hold me…” Ge Xin, trembling, stretched her arms toward me. I lifted her from the snow, placing my hand under her back so she wouldn’t get cold.

That evening—tonight, as it approached afternoon—Ming Fan opened the cabinet beside him and took out a recently stored photograph. It was taken at the studio, where he had secretly snapped a shot of Yu Manli and Guo Qiyun in a humorous moment. Satisfied, he smiled.

Though Su Jun spoke as such, she continued organizing information about the Soul Chain, paying little attention to Yi Lao.

But he failed to notice that, among the two sentinels, one might have sensed some movement at the rear of the cargo container.

“Ming Fan! Who let you speak so loudly to the professors? Apologize!” Ming Lou glared at him, whispering, his gaze so stern that Ming Fan dared not meet his eyes.

So now Liu Mei took the initiative to support me, and even Ying’er did so as well, allowing me to be as comfortable as possible.

Even if Jian Shenwei might not be worthy of being the Sea God, his joining would undoubtedly stir the situation, making many factors uncertain.

Seeing this, Lau Pu’er formed his fingers into a sword and pointed ahead. Several flying swords flashed out, slicing across the Flame Beast with swift precision.

“Is there a secret door or a tunnel inside?” the man left behind asked, now somewhat understanding.

Feng Yueyang was also confused. Based on Qu Lingyue’s injuries, neither the nourishing methods of Doctor Li nor Jun Wuxie’s Concentration Pill should have been able to help her recover. Yet, despite the ongoing disputes among these people, one thing was certain.

“In the Cold Bone Ruins, you can find not only cultivation manuals but also rare materials like the Snow Leopard. High-level weapons aren’t everywhere—it depends on your luck whether you can find materials to forge them,” Wen Tian explained.

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“Flame Phoenix~” Qing Long’s head leaned close to Xiao Lingfeng’s ear, seeming to explore, gently brushing her cheek and calling softly.

“Father!” Seeing her father still lost in thought, Liang Cheng called out, biting her lip as a faint green light appeared in her hand.

Her likeness was vivid, especially her eyes, which revealed a hint of loneliness, lost in thought.

For these wounded palace attendants, afraid to speak or ask questions, Cheng Lingyue missed Qingxin, who once helped her through difficulties. But Qingxin was the only one—never to return.

“Madman…” Seeing Lone Wolf turn his head away and refuse to answer, Old Wine approached Madman and softly called out.

“Where’s your pride? Didn’t you say you’d make them kneel just now?” Yang You questioned, placing the Shadow Crown directly onto his own head.

Cao Cao, following Guo Jia’s strategy, swiftly pacified Gongsun Kang of Liaodong, earning the heads of the remaining Yuan clan rebels. At a time when the army should be celebrating, Cao Cao found no joy. Why? Upon his triumphant return, Guo Jia had already passed away.

“Master, forgive me. I don’t know why this situation occurred,” Gu Hun finished, shaking his head and sighing.

“Hey, isn’t sister eighteen already?” Huang Yueying quietly asked Lü Lingqi beside her.

The sound of the battle gong startled Ling Bao, who was desperately defending himself. He looked up, seeing the enemy forces pressing forward, encircling his unit in the center. He hurriedly pulled the reins, preparing to retreat.

After taking the Spirit Liquid Sphere yesterday, Peng Donglai’s injuries were almost healed. Now he wanted more—not for healing, but for the Devil’s Island mission in a few days. Such pure Spirit Liquid Spheres are miraculous for both healing and cultivation. He could never have too many.

In the main hall of the Mu Clan, a man in his early thirties sat in a grand chair, listening as his subordinates reported what had happened in the “Chang’an Gambling House.”

Fragments of the Demon Cat that fell to the ground were instantly absorbed by nearby trees and flowers, disappearing completely without a trace.

Though he agreed verbally, his eyes turned to Lin Jingyi—after all, the final decision rested with him.

“All right, I know there’s something suspicious, but what’s done is done. If we’re going to fight, let’s fight properly,” Xie Tong said urgently.

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The space was still the same as always, except for the random things he had bought—nothing had changed.

Lin Yang’s family had wood, but he couldn’t use it; it simply wasn’t appropriate. The most authentic fuel was firewood, and on rainy days, they had to rely on stored supplies—which his family possessed.

At the same time, the stone sphere in his hand suddenly glowed, emitting a bright yellow light, far more intense than before.

“Melia, I’m fine, thank you. Did you bring the things?” Laura managed a smile, then asked urgently.

“What should we do?” The energy that Leiza displayed was indeed impressive, but it wasn’t enough to frighten her, especially with Lucy present—there was nothing to fear.

Whether newcomers like Liu Chuanfeng and Huadao or veteran members like Gong Cheng, all gained a new respect for Dan井 Shou.

At night, the bright moon poured silvery light over the earth, chilling and clear, with dew like pearls on leaves and branches.

She Nian was his most treasured possession; he should cherish She Nian even more. No matter how much he desired her, this was neither the place nor the time for such longing.

After taking the drawing from Shen Xin, she sat on the single armchair at the side and carefully examined each of the sketches.

The two wandered through Five Source City, and before they knew it, found themselves in a secluded area, sparsely populated.

In the blink of an eye, beneath the hazy moonlight, the jagged stone forest and the cliff shrouded in miasma appeared in the distance.

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