Chapter 32: Investigation

The sun climbed high, nearing the noon hour.

A night of nightmares had left Ji Ning listless all morning. The dark circles under her eyes, combined with her deathly pale complexion, startled Jiang Yeqiu as they walked to the dining hall together.

"Junior Sister Ji, why do you look so ghastly? Did you not sleep well last night?" Jiang Yeqiu asked with concern, watching her sway with every three steps she took.

"I... I didn't sleep. Last night, as I practiced my cultivation, inspiration flowed into my mind like a fountain. I dared not slack off in the slightest, so I remained seated..."

Had any other cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining come across such a ferocious creature, they surely would have fallen victim to its lethal claws. Even a cultivator at the half-step Foundation Establishment stage might not have survived, let alone managed to slay it.

Facing the enraged Jin Dingtian, Jin Tianjiao dared not beg for mercy again, terrified that doing so would only hasten his execution. He scrambled away, struggling to crawl out of the chamber.

Though the creature had become terrifying, he could sense that its strength was not even equal to that of Han Xiu.

"Their losses this time are far greater than when they encountered us." A single glance was enough for Ye Fei to spot at least ten thousand warships.

Since he could not figure it out, he decided to set it aside for now. Du Feng had intended to bring Sun Xing out to join him in clearing the trial, but he failed. The room had strict rules; such cheating was not permitted. Now that they were limited to two spots, they had no choice but to face the trial together.

Bing Yang watched the spreading sea of fire. Although there was not a flicker of flame near him yet, he could not deny that if this continued, failure would inevitably be his.

By this time, over eighty percent of the medicinal power of the Zhu Fruit Body-Cleansing Pill had been refined. A small portion remained hidden within his bone marrow, slowly refining his physique. This process would continue for several months, and while it remained somewhat painful, it would no longer cause Chu Wangshu significant distress.

Just as the Lion King Jin Dingtian was so incensed he spat blood, Liu Mang led his troops in a swift retreat, distancing themselves further and further from the Lion tribe's main camp.

"Tch... so after all that, you were just spouting nonsense, weren't you?" Yan Hanshui gave him the middle finger.

"Cough, cough... pfft!" After hearing this, Chu Wangshu could not hold back any longer and finally let out a soft laugh. Realizing his lack of decorum, he quickly clamped his mouth shut.

Defeated by Ye Yuan, the Mosquito Daoist was filled with shame and indignation, nearly rising to challenge Ye Yuan to another battle.

Mo Chifeng’s expression shifted, a delusion taking root in his mind—it felt as if he were not facing Lin Fan’s hand, but the sky-propping claw of an ancient dragon.

"Principal Liu, could you please step out first? I have matters to discuss with Teacher Li Feifei in private." Ye Tian spoke directly, ushering them out.

Accompanied by the distant rolling of drums, rows of Zhao cavalry emerged from their tents in perfect order, assembling into formation before the camp.

"It can be cured, but it will require gradual clearing and adjustment," Long Tao nodded. He would still have to deal with the Du family in the future, so naturally, he could not cure him all at once.

For some reason, German white players always struck Zuo Li as exceptionally handsome, and the player currently on the front line was a fine inheritor of that tradition.

"Since we are teammates, let me be the first to welcome you to Germany." Hodges did not share Faskola's hostility toward Zuo Li; instead, he extended his hand in a friendly gesture.

Once I get out, I will definitely pass that message on for her. Li Mingyang said to himself, not noticing that, at some point, two trails of tears had already streamed down his face.

Using his sword-controlling technique, he transformed the primordial spirit bestowed upon him by the White-Browed Master into threads of sword energy that pierced every crevice, driving them deep into the formidable physical body of the Ancestral Witch Shebishi.

As the forces of the Gongsun Estate withdrew, the soldiers of the black-clad men assumed someone had already taken action. Before their original deployment was complete, they all surged forward, clashing head-on with the Gongsun troops.