25 The First Story Concludes

Even with such a large quantity, for the researchers who make up a portion of the total population, this sum of money is not nearly enough to go around. Not to mention salaries, the mere acquisition and transport of various top-tier equipment consume money by the heap.

Feng Jiuxiao, accompanied by Jiang Ye and Feng Yu, enjoyed a hearty barbecue at Qin Zuihuan’s place before returning to their room, feeling thoroughly satisfied. They all realized that the Jiuxuan Sect had intentionally targeted the Taicang Sect from the start; had they chosen the Jiuxuan Sect, they would have walked straight into a trap.

Lu Ziyan had not expected Feng Jiuxiao to show such blatant disrespect. He wanted to lash out, but his body felt weak, and with Qin Zuihuan standing nearby, they would definitely be at a disadvantage if a fight were to break out.

"Um, I... I suddenly realized a new method for refining a medicinal pill. I’ll be heading back now, you all have fun," Zhao Qiqi said, her face flushing with embarrassment as she fled as if for her life.

Sima Yu immediately contacted Leng Shuang and Jiang Shiying. Recalling the process of searching Abe Yuko’s room, the two provided a name: Yamamoto Kazuo.

Though people spoke of the country’s vast territory and abundant resources, and claimed it could compete with the Eagle Nation on the world stage, deep down, there remained a sense of inferiority.

Now that she had earned favor with Emperor Kangxi, she had essentially passed that hurdle. As long as she didn't become known for being his sole obsession, there would be no real crisis.

She never imagined that the person her husband had been searching for all over the world was right under their noses, constantly hovering before her eyes.

Su Qing, meanwhile, gazed at Lan Xiqing from start to finish with an expression bordering on obsession... his posture, his eyes, his face—how could he be so perfect?

This time, the CCG had mobilized a large number of personnel, likely second only to the battle against the One-Eyed Owl back in the day.

Gu Jinzhen paced the room several times to vent a fraction of his excitement before sitting down across from Qiao Yunxi once more.

Garota’s expression was calm, yet his tone carried an air of undeniable authority. After speaking, he walked slowly down the mountain to meet the challenge that awaited him. Arrot and the tribal warriors let out strange cries, breaking formation to perform a tribal war dance amidst the mountain forest.

Yoko Okino felt shy under the gaze of those around her; there was truly nothing going on between her and Su Yu.

Shi Konglie looked at Ye Qing with fanaticism; his eyes seemed to burn with fire, and his lips trembled from overwhelming excitement.

Young Master Yunxiao looked at the hundred slices of flesh he had carved away; Nie Zhenxiong’s legs were reduced to nothing but bone.

A cry of shame and indignation escaped Linghu Chong’s lips. The chief disciple of the Huashan Sect suddenly flicked his wrist, drew his long sword, and slashed it toward his own throat.

"That’s not necessarily true. Doesn't Zenzou possess the art of transformation?" Wu Songxu asked, casting a malicious look at Zenzou.

"Leonard is more than capable of completing the extermination mission. You just need to leave a portion of your men to secure the supply of ammunition; you yourself must take a team to the pyramid ruins on the other side of the mountain and haul back the treasure!" Chaks’s expression softened, eventually giving way to a look of greedy delight.

Originally, the Gu family, out of respect for the fact that the two patriarchs had once fought together to conquer Chaotian Gate, had not claimed the fortress entirely for themselves. Instead, they had ceded a small sliver of territory and allowed them to occupy the land surrounding it.

Xi Sa gently laid her down on the bed and let out a soft sigh of relief. As he pulled the quilt over her, his gaze was drawn to her high, firm breasts. Just as he leaned down to kiss her, he remembered his promise to Bai Moge and hurriedly stopped. Feeling a deep sense of regret, he lingered for a long moment, gazing longingly at her innocent, flawless face before letting out a long sigh and turning away.

The various demons and immortals had not initially realized that someone had emerged from Jieyang Mountain, but once the two Bodhisattvas spoke in that direction, they turned their heads and caught sight of the silver-haired, white-browed Great Emperor of the Northern Peak, walking out of Jieyang Mountain with a leisurely gait.

Another thing that shocked Qu Zhe was that this Ziyou could accurately calculate how many strikes he had landed. He knew exactly what this meant: Ziyou had completely seen through his techniques. For Qu Zhe, this was undoubtedly another massive blow.

You Yitian watched with a pounding heart, for the light rotating rapidly in the air was absorbing energy to a terrifying degree; in a mere five seconds, it had consumed the equivalent of a high-level magic spell.

Minglingzi was doing a bit better; as a witcher who had seen great conflicts, though he felt uneasy watching others treat a Great Witch as food, he showed no abnormal behavior. Wang Hanzhi, however, was deeply revolted by Kuafu’s actions; had she not struggled to hold it back, she likely would have vomited on the spot.

Facing the "Forest of Myriad Manifestations," the most complex ultimate technique in the world, the only chance for Asura to win was to strike forward with the simplest possible blade—using the absolute simple to break the absolute complex. Of course, Asura did not know if he had even a ten-percent chance of surviving such a strike.

That is the nature of Battle Aura: as long as one has not reached the Saint stage, the energy can be projected but not retracted! Feats like hovering in the air for short-distance flight are impossible for anyone below the Saint stage. When the guards of the warrior class arrived, they all had to jump forward.

In his heart, he had other thoughts. In that moment, he recalled the look in the eyes of all his brothers at Heart’s Eye when they looked at Sala: trust, hope, admiration... much like years ago, when Li Ruochu was brought to Heart’s Eye, terrified and insecure, only to be protected by him; the look she gave him afterward was the same.

"This... this is simply a characteristic of my combat style." The Dark Dragon, seeing that escape was impossible, simply gathered his dark energy in secret. Once the power was fully accumulated, his opponent would no longer be able to act so arrogantly—provided, of course, that he didn't let him sense it while it was gathering.

In utter desperation, I had no choice but to run out. I must cast the Immobilization Spell; it is the only thing I can bring to the table against ordinary humans. Besides this, what else do I have?

Just as the Undying Bone was half-buried and on the verge of being sealed, the power of the formation suddenly began to weaken. The roaming beam of light also grew dim. What was happening? Was our power insufficient to seal him?

The entire Wuji Heavenly Palace clearly bore the traces and restrictions left behind by countless senior masters, but like an ancient artifact, the aura was contained within, never revealing itself on the outside.

"Of course, who told you to look at me like that? You deserve it. Blehh!" Seeing my pained expression, Xia laughed. Before she left, she didn't forget to stick out her tongue and make a face at me.