Chapter 60

"What if this stellar continent is one that allows entry but no exit?" Ying Qilong looked at Bei Xi. The two of them were the strongest here, and Bei Xi was the only one who could command his attention. Even if the others offered help, their impact would be minimal.

At this moment, it was roughly dusk, and the fiery sunset cast a brilliant, ten-thousand-fold radiance over the entire Immortal Arrival Gate.

He would have loved for Lang Hongxiang and the others to help, but they all knew that Lang Hongxiang's group had merely taken away a largely useless seal egg. Facing such powerful opponents now, it was only natural that they were unwilling to lend a hand.

Inside the luxurious mansion of Ji Qingfeng from the Qingfeng Group, guards were heavily stationed, with a post every five paces and a sentinel every ten.

When the two of them reached the summit of the peak, the two fellows who had arrived long before were still standing amidst the howling cold wind, their expressions filled with hesitation.

With a wave of their hands, bolts of divine light and spiritual artifacts blasted towards the densely packed ghosts. Thunderous explosions instantly erupted, accompanied by a continuous chorus of roars and the shrill screams of fierce spirits. Dazzling, profound light illuminated the entire sky above the ancient academy.

Amidst chuckling laughter, Han Zi was suddenly seen pressing down fiercely from the sky, his giant, fist-sized attack striking diagonally toward Xia Longbuxing. The fist carried a downward momentum, quite imposing indeed, with roaring fist-winds and swirling gales.

"I am not sure what price range of precious garments the Fellow Daoist is looking for. Here we have everything from two hundred thousand to a million, let's see..." Store Manager Sun smiled as he looked at Yao Muchen, speaking out tentatively.

Looking at the arm-thick nine-leaf ginseng before him, Chen Xinghai let out a single thought and retrieved Xiaoyaozi's treasured sword from his storage ring, preparing to dig.

On the surface, he still maintained the image of a stern father, but his inner heart was not thinking that way at all. Seeing the train carrying the new recruits pulling in from the distance, and then thinking about how this son of his would be separated from him for several years once they parted, he still felt a lingering reluctance deep inside. Yet, he would certainly never show it.

Bai Yuelian continued scrolling down her contacts list until she saw the financial backer's phone number. She stared at that number for a long time without pressing it.

Several robust matrons forcefully held down that woman, and the wet nurse reached out herself to grope around. As soon as her hand reached into the bodice, she touched a silk object. Pulling it out for a closer inspection, it turned out to be an exquisite sachet. A further look at the workmanship and stitching confirmed it was not something the matron usually wore.

"Alright, now we can pack them up and take them away!" Ruyi said to Er Su.

Leng Bing hugged Yu Meng, her hand brushing against the skin on Yu Meng's back. Leng Bing felt that the texture was somewhat strange.

No matter who hears such words, their heart will be gladdened, because everyone loves to hear pleasant things, and I suppose Aunt Mei is no exception.

Come to think of it, today was rather coincidental. He was already somewhat weary of wandering around with those brainless, tiger-bodied fellows; it truly detracted from his majestic reputation.

The hall doors stood wide open, revealing Youwei changed into a magnificent attire. She wore a goose-yellow, wide-sleeved gauze-silk gown, paired with a winding-branch patterned embroidered floor-sweeping long skirt. Her hair was styled into a double-loop immortal-welcoming bun, adorned with a pair of golden combs on the front and both sides.

Accompanied by the sound of the photo frame shattering behind him, Shang Muxiao froze momentarily, then abruptly whipped his head around to look behind him.

Both protagonists had individual dressing rooms. Qiao Huan was sitting in her own dressing room, looking at WeChat and then glancing at the boxed meal in her hands.

Peach Blossom Spring was located in another place, but I also saw the railway. To save costs, I still planned to take the train this time.

Her figure constantly weaved among those Martial Kings, while the fists in her hands transformed into afterimages.

They were stunned, but Xiao Feng paid no mind to this. His fists flew, and the shadows of his fists instantly enveloped all of them. In less than three minutes, more than a dozen materialistic team members were all knocked flat to the ground by Xiao Feng single-handedly.

Seeing that I was not angry, my aunt became even angrier instead. Consequently, she went to pour her grievances out to my grandmother, almost kneeling down in the process.

With one hand supporting myself, my other hand once again condensed a spell formation. However, it was obvious that the power of this spell formation was no longer as useful as the previous one.

Pei Huangyu was indeed merely curious. Because after today's performance, Pei Huangyu had already determined that the amplification of Ye Xingxing's willpower exceeded his own, so he wanted to know what kind of divine figure she actually was. He had originally thought she was an expert hiding her capabilities, only to discover that Ye Xingxing was genuinely trembling with fear over Jiang Nuannuan's affair.

Regardless, this was Dr. Sheng's patient. Li Xiyang had acted on impulse and made an arbitrary decision just now; if Dr. Sheng decided to pursue the matter later, it might turn out to be quite troublesome.

And the Cloud Mist Beast, which looked as though it could be defeated with a single attack right now, had genuinely advanced to the fifth grade. So if it were killed now, would their achievement be counted as a fifth-grade fierce beast or a fourth-grade one?

Meanwhile, the jellyfish fighting outside sensed that the life signs of its subordinates and the treasures it had collected had vanished.

Medusa was well aware of all the renowned powerhouses, yet she had not the slightest shred of information regarding the remarkably youthful-looking Mu Chen.

The few individuals cleared a path, allowing Guo Ke to approach Ah Xia's side, where he bent down and reached out to press against her pulse.

Mike's voice sounded somewhat weary, likely due to the jet lag, as it was still the deep of night over there.

Because she had experienced it herself—everything encountered within the illusory world felt utterly real. She and Hinata had only spent about five years there, yet upon coming out, they suffered from all sorts of discomfort. As for Yakumo, it turned out to be more than a decade in a flash! To abruptly have an extra dozen years of memories thrust upon one—who could possibly endure that?