Chapter 39: The Vase Actress Who is a Fake Heiress in Modern Society (39)

Looking to be around twenty-five or six years old, with gentle eyes and a chiseled face, the man dressed in casual homewear wore an easygoing expression that gave off an approachable vibe.

After briefly recounting his battle with the monk Jianxing to the gathered cultivators, Zhang Hao instructed everyone to conserve their energy and rest up for the impending battle.

Sa's mouth twitched violently—how on earth did a secret chamber pop up here? Was Sanqian's distant relative named Potter? And seriously, was there actually something resembling a Gundam hidden in this place?

"I doubt it. We won, didn't we? Two major victories in a row have beaten the Outer Mongolian rebels to the ground. It’ll take them quite a while to recover their vitality. I refuse to believe the Russians can arm another thirty thousand men," Huang Xingde said.

With Mo Wentian leaving like this, the situation became all the more awkward for Xu Wuyun and his two companions. They could only drop a few polite parting remarks before leaving in low spirits.

Rather than calling her and Mikoto mortal enemies, it was more accurate to describe them as healthy rivals. Yet, three years had been enough to gradually fade that sense of competition from her mind. Now, having returned to Tokiwadai and her long-overdue student life, that familiar feeling naturally returned along with it.

As Zuo Qiu reached the doorway, he was blocked by someone barging in. Leading the way was a man in his late twenties, about six feet tall, with short hair, a chiseled face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a floral short-sleeved shirt. Radiating an aura of violent hostility, he shoved Zuo Qiu back a few steps, nearly sending him crashing into Zhao Yue.

After the second witness was led to the witness stand by the court bailiff, the judge standardly delivered a warning against perjury and asked the witness to state their identity.

"Hello! Benefactor Zhao, how is the situation? Did you find your daughter?" As soon as the call connected, Daoist Master Wang spoke anxiously.

What a great opportunity! Striking a successful blow meant pressing the advantage while the enemy was down. Only by directly crippling the Blood Butcher could they deal with the remaining Phantom Shadows with ease! At that moment, Yun Qing's hands were also covered in a faint layer of icy mist, a clear sign that she had still inevitably suffered some damage from the backlash of the Profound Flame of Scorching Skies.

One could even say that, apart from the founding emperors, the rulers of every dynasty were constrained by the imperial court to varying degrees, unable to simply do as they pleased—though, of course, incompetent and tyrannical rulers were an exception.

Sure enough, in a life-or-death battle where several elite masters from the upper realm launched a joint assault, even someone as powerful as Qin Chuan found it extremely strenuous. It was then that the man in purple seized the opportunity to unleash a fierce and decisive attack.

Later, Empress Yue flew toward the capital city carrying Princess Yunji. The princess chattered excitedly the entire way, asking all sorts of questions, most of which Empress Yue answered patiently—especially the queries concerning martial arts, every single one of which the Empress addressed thoroughly.

"How did you end up in here? What's your sentence?" Jiutian asked with a hint of curiosity. He felt that Hu Tiancai didn't look like a heinous criminal at all; despite being somewhat cavalier and slovenly, his core nature didn't seem bad.

Seeing that his hostility had dissipated, Xie Gongbao hurriedly apologized to the gray-robed man: "Old sir, I'm... I'm so..." Halfway through, his gaze fell upon the gray-robed man's face, and he was struck with such a violent tremor that the rest of his words became trapped in his throat, leaving him stammering and speechless.

"We must find a way to fill in this place. I certainly don't want something like this lurking beneath the place where I live," Jiutian muttered, shaking his head. He hadn't expected to find such an ominous thing hidden inside the villa. Fortunately, he wasn't particularly superstitious, and this so-called sorcery turned out to be fake anyway.

For the remainder of the time, no matter how Mu Feng tried, the energy diagram remained chaotic. By dusk, the three of them gathered at the entrance of the passage to discuss their next steps.

Yet Wu Fan didn't sense any hostility from him, making it difficult to say much. After all, just because someone else was walking down the same path didn't mean others were forbidden from taking it.

Consequently, when the two southern frontier tribes encountered a master like Gawan, only a spirit-entrusted immortal master who had inherited the celestial roots could contend with them on equal terms. Aside from immortal masters, the only ones capable of exchanging dozens of blows with Gawan were perhaps the few high-level experts of the Spirit-Entrusted Immortal Hall and the tribal chieftains of past generations.

Evidently, this level-five mage dispatched as an envoy to the Geltian Federation had successfully accomplished his mission.

During this time, Zhao Na also leveled up to 79. However, level 79 was a major bottleneck; currently, there were fewer than five players in Dragon City who had undergone the third advancement. All other players on the Heavenly Ranking were currently at level 79.

Early the next morning, Fusheng got up, washed his face, and busied himself with his routine when Jin Caixia suddenly emerged from her bedroom. Wearing loose pajamas and still looking somewhat dazed, she didn't seem like someone who usually woke up this early.

At this moment, Gu Hao was sitting bare-chested on the bed; though his frame was lean and frail, it already possessed a faint aura of masculine vigor.

As Cao Cao's eldest son, the only people capable of making him feel apprehensive were probably Cao Cao himself and his fellow rivals.

Lin Yezhu's original intention was to lure Gu Hao out so that he could slaughter a few of the youths brought by Chu Zhongtian. Yet, looking at this pseudo-adversity genius, Lin Yezhu felt a lingering unease. Still, having proposed it himself, he naturally had to honor his word.

The two didn't dare to speak loudly. Glancing at Mother Xu's icy expression, they dared not intercede either and meekly followed her into the courtyard.

"Alright, I'm willing! What does it matter if I'm a generation lower in public? I can endure it," Dawuxing said nonchalantly.

Accompanied by a reluctant groan, a cold, massive hand pressed firmly onto Gu Hao's forehead.

"Fusheng! What on earth happened yesterday?! If you had a connection like that, why didn't you bring all of us along? You made us not get home until late last night!" Fu Yubo arrived demanding an explanation.

"What, is the match over? Did I win? In that case, Huang Qingyue, hand over your identity token," Ye Muhang said, completely unfazed as she held out her hand to demand the token from Huang Qingyue.

At this moment, Chen Qinghuan looked utterly disheveled, her hair unkempt and lifeless as she slumped apathetically across the large earthen kang. Her eyes were glazed over; even her favorite simulation game could no longer comfort her soul.

"Fairy, are you alright?!" Xiang Tingsheng was greatly alarmed. Even Cen Xiyu was no match for the enemy, and he himself would likely fare even worse.

They saw resplendent, intricately carved reliefs and wall paintings gleaming brilliantly under the warm glow of the pre-set golden night lighting.

In Guo Yuyan's view, the two of them had probably fallen into a dispute over some trivial matters.

"Oh, whatever it is, Grandpa will definitely make it happen," Old Master Ye patted his chest and readily agreed.

The God of Archery, meanwhile, stared intently at the seal below, continuously reinforcing it to buy more time for Qin Fang.

Kakuzu noticed that Orochimaru's expression looked rather grim. While he wouldn't have feared Orochimaru at his peak, he was now left with only two hearts.