Volume 1, Chapter 127: The Ending (Part 1)

Autumn, 1982.

The auditorium at Yanjing University in the capital was packed. Students with youthful, eager faces gazed at the stage, which was veiled by red silk, and could not help but whisper to their friends.

"Is Professor Jiang giving the lecture today?"

"Yes! Didn't you see the notice?"

"What about you all? Do you want to watch the play or visit the Immortal Mansion?" Xiang Gangtian did not act immediately, choosing instead to chat with the three of them.

After some thought, Tong Tian naturally decided against accepting the mission. After sending the item via carrier pigeon to the Fatty, Tong Tian took his two pets to a high-experience dungeon map.

The yellow-haired man’s steel pipe slammed hard into my back. Since I was shirtless, the pipe struck my skin without any obstruction.

Having absorbed a tiny remnant of the primal energy unintentionally overflowed by the giant tree, even this small amount provided immense benefits to the Vine Snake King. Over the decades, not only had its cultivation improved, but its sinews and bones had been tempered to the pinnacle.

The Mending Hand has infinite uses when fusing artifacts and is naturally devastating in combat. Just imagine, if it can fuse immortal artifacts, how many people possess an immortal body that can compare to one?

"Take good care of them." Chen Xiaoran’s voice was indifferent as she handed Yumu to Baobao beside her.

"The Second Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty?" Dian Feng frowned. Having devoured their souls, he had gained insight into their master's identity.

At this very moment, everyone’s eyes were bloodshot. Disregarding everything else, they hacked at anyone they saw from the First Rank Hall.

I followed him outside, where he squatted by the roadside leading to the teaching building. In this school, no one dared to be as arrogant as he was; he did not fear even the dean of students.

The distance between Black Dragon City and Shengyang City was not great; a flight took only about forty minutes.

The multi-storied ship was five or six zhang wide and over twenty zhang long. Its cabin was divided into three levels, appearing grand and imposing.

Qin Ming could not be bothered with such trifles. He returned the surplus medicinal herbs to them, then waved his hand, and the pile of herbs instantly vanished.

However, a professional mercenary would never allow an enemy a moment to catch their breath; their motto was that giving an enemy a breather was equivalent to suicide.

"Huh? Why are you here?" After parking the car, Yun Hao intended to head straight inside to get some medicine from Cold Face, only to see Tank sitting in the lobby, boredly watching television.

"No, let's talk business. I have a mission this afternoon!" Once scooped up by Yun Hao, Tang Rou understood his intentions perfectly and parted her red lips to refuse.

After about an hour, they reached the city. Without lingering, they went directly to the Shennong Hall.

After pulling Cheng Siyu into the room, Yun Hao wrapped his arms around her, startling her so much she nearly cried out.

"You had better surrender. Do you really think you can keep resisting with just the few of you? I know you are waiting for Asura to return, but give up that delusion—he is not coming back!" Among the many men in black, the middle-aged man leading them spoke arrogantly to Tank and the others surrounded in the center.

"We want to see the Sword Saint Mu. Why won't you let us in?" The crowd was agitated, clearly on the verge of storming the estate at any cost.

Everyone offered their help warmly, telling her that once the moving date was set, she should let them know, and they would certainly send people over to assist.

For a party like theirs, high-defense monsters like the Crystal Crab were the most difficult to deal with. Once Zhang Waiwai, acting as the Main Tank, failed to hold the aggro, the damage output of the entire team would be significantly compromised.