Chapter 66: The Myriad Facets of the Crowd

“It seems that Earth once had its share of masters, but now, one by one, they have all departed,” Jiang Yi mused inwardly.

The Wolffang Spike left his hand, transforming into a flash of silver light that instantly pierced the heart of Ba Shui’s military governor, Sha Yihe, who was commanding the enemy forces from the rear.

But the next day, when he arrived at the newspaper office, the editor-in-chief told him that due to poor business, they could only pay him a hundred thousand yuan for the photo. This utterly infuriated Xin Guanbin. After a fierce argument with the editor-in-chief, he stormed out and returned to his desk.

Jia Zhengjin looked around and found that not far away on the beach there really were countless tents, with many human cultivators and various demon clans resting inside them.

In another timeline, White Cloud City was developing steadily, neither expanding outward nor interfering in the affairs of other provinces, which put the capital and all the major powers at ease. Now, all the great powers were holding their breath, strengthening themselves. It was foreseeable that before long, fourth-level cultivators would become the main force, and fifth-level experts would frequently appear.

Watching the passing magical beasts and men in black, a flash of inspiration struck Zhang Tian. Could he be shrouded in an invisibility cloak?

There was no moat outside Bodhi City, only a shallow stream that could hardly be called a river, stretching along the city wall to both sides and gradually widening.

As the airflow grew increasingly violent, all the Sea of Stars cultivators fixed their eyes abruptly on Wu Yunfei. They sensed a different aura. At that moment, Franco and Dimmel both felt threatened. The sky, at some point, had darkened.

But all his attention was focused on fighting the discomfort within his body. He had no mind to care about Ye Xiu’s aura, nor did he care about Uncle Kang’s expression.

Zhao Huaizhong could comprehend Liu Bang’s thoughts. Being around him, Liu Bang felt awkward, as if his luck had been stolen, a sense of being oppressed and suppressed.

The Dart Thrower’s body trembled slightly. Though unconscious, he let out low moans. Zhuanhun had never seen him like this before and was quite surprised.

Year after year passed, and too many people and events were lost in the torrent of time. This was already Jiang Ji’s sixty-fifth year in the world. After this year, his family would likely not allow him to travel again—he was getting old, and it was no longer safe.

Zhang Long, now unshackled, oversaw the rapid, almost miraculous growth of Weiwei. Many previously conceived applications were now coming online.

Reaching the eighth level, he entered a world of ice and snow, without a single plant, let alone animals—only snow and ice. Cheng Chumo already knew what kind of monstrous foe awaited him.

A standard oval face, eyes slightly shaped like phoenix eyes, as pure and aloof as an orchid in a secluded valley—such ethereal beauty, unmatched by anyone else.

The shaman was still hesitating when Nie Yuan saw a robe flash outside the door. Xie Diebo had already leaped into the room, striking the shaman between the shoulder blades with his palm.

Even on his second visit, the luxury of Li Gu’s mansion still left Li Yanqing somewhat in awe.

“Ahead lies the capital of this foreign kingdom, King’s Abode City. His Majesty says they practice mystical arts of immortals and demons, the incarnations of undying beings from other realms, and their power is not to be underestimated.”

“No, what you’ve seen are all real lives. In the past, Jun Kong has evolved the world more than once.”

“Where has the master of this place gone?” he frowned and asked. In the past, this question was insignificant, but now that a spiritual vein had been found, it was different. What temptation could make a cultivator abandon a spiritual vein?

Elkov had been divorced. If the house in the slums was just a temporary shelter after his divorce, that would make sense. But how many years had it been since his divorce?

“All right, sing, sing... How could she dare displease that old man?” Yet she truly was unhappy now, and to force a festive smile was downright ironic! Pei Shiyin was so angry she felt like punching a sandbag.

Moreover, Langlang truly could not leave the hospital for long. Every day he still needed intravenous treatment, and it was never allowed for him to leave the hospital carelessly.

“Don’t worry about whether others still love me. As long as I love you, and you love me, that’s enough! Girl, I’m afraid, I’m really afraid something will happen to you, I’m so scared...” For the first time, Cheng Yiben showed such tenderness. The look in his eyes as he held Pei Shiyin’s hand was enough to send a jolt through her.

With that, a rider emerged from Li Ru’s formation—it was Xu Rong, the capital’s commandant. The two horses met. Zhao Yun’s bright silver spear struck fiercely, while Li Ru hastily parried with his hooked blade. After twenty rounds, Zhao Yun glared furiously, and his spear, like a shooting star, knocked Xu Rong from his horse. Clutching his left side, Xu Rong fell. Zhao Yun bent low and swept, separating Xu Rong’s head from his body.

Jiang Beimeng and Xu Lang had barely returned from Wang Cheng’en when Wu Xiang, newly sobered, arrived at the Yulin Army camp, accompanied by Wu Sangui.

“Excellent.” Jie’er Harang dismounted and walked up to the servant. Suddenly, his broadsword flashed, and a head rolled far away.

The old princess was not to be outdone. Dragging Bao Chun, she dove into a silk shop. Not only did she have new clothes made for the whole family, but she also insisted that all the household’s bed curtains, veils, and drapes be replaced with new ones, declaring that with the new year came new fortunes, and finally, they could hold their heads high and such.

Water Tianlan, holding a sugar figurine in one hand, moved like a serpent between two attackers, then suddenly slapped both of them. Screams followed.

Each “Law Shard” is the most precious crystallization of knowledge, condensed by apprentices under the guidance of a sorcerer’s will during their comprehension of the laws.

She was no longer as reserved as before, but became incomparably relaxed, her beautiful eyes lively and full of vitality.

To reach Mount Wangchen, apart from passing through Tianhua City, one had to cross a dense forest. This place was the perfect spot for an ambush—so surely someone would make a move here.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—” The sound of a sword slicing the air echoed in the courtyard. Wen Xuan glanced up, and after a moment, a sigh was heard.

The Demon-Eating Flower’s eye rolled, then turned into a stream of light, entering Lin Feng’s right palm and burrowing into his spiritual spring.

At this moment, Fang Luxuan and the other Mortal Ranking experts were all looking toward Luo Fu. Every face was awash with astonishment.

But the most unbelievable thing was that she had actually betrayed her mother’s information, selling out the secrets of the Thunderkiller Organization.

Doctors and nurses often use this method when helping patients recover certain abilities.

Qiao Lanhua was moved. The old man had only a few days left, and now his return had thrown his sons into chaos and disturbed the neighbors as well.

Finally descending the last flight of stairs, Tong En lifted her head and, as expected, walked straight to the daydreaming Zhong Yue, waving her hand in front of his eyes.