Chapter 33: The Probing Begins-With a Dimensional Chat Group in Hand, the Doomed Side Character Soars to Immortality(Ephemeral clouds and fleeting winds, like the tinkling of wind chimes in passing moments.)

The identity token of the Haoran Sect was a bean-green jade pendant. On its front was the sect’s emblem—a cloud outlined with purple, beneath which were the characters for “Haoran.” The reverse side bore the holder’s name and the peak where they resided. These tokens were crafted using spiritual sense, so the process was swift. One could tell Steward Zheng was highly skilled at this. Once all twenty-two tokens were completed, he distributed them along with the outer disciples’ robes, the sect’s regulations inscribed on jade slips, the “Qi Refinement Method,” five low-grade spirit stones, and a bottle of fasting pills.

However, those who set out together were not formidable King-level experts, but rather researchers from the academy, new recruits from the Secret War Bureau, and some students from the United Colleges, forming a group of over thirty who ventured into the Misty World to explore.

These military camps did not aim to turn every citizen of a city into a warrior. Instead, they specifically searched among the populace for those with spiritual roots and aptitude, bringing them into the camps for cultivation.

The young man with the long sword furrowed his brows, his expression darkening, clearly struggling to maintain control over the situation.

Jiang You, feeling Nan Yuexu’s gaze, had the uncomfortable sensation of being sliced to pieces, and instinctively hid behind Chi Wang.

Su Ningning sensed trouble; just as she was about to bite her finger to draw a talisman for protection, the man beside her swept out like the wind.

Xu Junzhe was one of the early adopters of new trends. He had his own opinions about shared e-bikes and the internet-driven sharing economy, so some people were happy to listen to his ramblings.

The surroundings fell into silence. Xia Qingluo was anxious—she wasn’t sure if her serious nonsense would work. Everyone was waiting for the emperor’s response.

This process would be conducted with utmost formality, solemnity, and fairness, allowing no dilution or deceit.

Lu Yao, holding back her own urge to cry, reached out to stroke his cat’s head. It was soft and fluffy, pleasing to the touch.

The tall, gaunt emperor, wrapped in his dragon robe, said nothing and gave no reaction to Consort Yu’s words.

“If you understand, then go.” Wei Qilang didn’t look at him again. He spoke lightly and left the alley, heading for home, leaving the He family father and son feeling as if they had just returned from the gates of hell.

Seated at the center of the wooden chairs was the eldest prince, Yong Tan, the top chess player in Nan Yong. Two years ago, he had played Bai Yunqi and, with effortless grace, won by three points.

“We’ll wait for you here!” Gu Junyan said only this, then motioned for everyone to sit down.

None of the ten Black Gold-armored Saints stayed behind. The power of their domains exploded forth, instantly ending the lives of the enemy’s saintly guards.

The old Yin Demon’s eyes flashed red, his face full of menace as he glared at the Sword Demon Shen, but he did not make a move.

Lu Xueqi listened to Chen Feng while pondering the truth of his words. She thought it best to join for now—if it turned out to be false, she could always leave later.

Wei Qilang also grasped her hand, standing motionless in the darkness as he looked at her. A surge of complicated emotions filled Dong Rushin’s heart, and after opening and closing her mouth, she could only utter a single question.

Dong Ru was stunned, her cheeks flushing. The sudden kiss left her flustered and helpless; she could only stare at him and passively accept.

Everyone cherished Xuezhen, hoping to discover from her the secret of miraculous weight loss.

Slumber began to grow anxious, turning over thoughts in his mind. At that moment, Lin Yingbin’s cross-shaped technique appeared before his eyes, its twin streams of energy intertwining to produce destructive force.

At the same time, Min Yan suddenly understood—the missing one was Bei Gongyue! But why hadn’t he noticed?

Ke Xinya, blocked from view, heard a man’s voice. Remembering what Ke Xuanyu had said—she’d been getting involved with that influential member of the He family lately—she wondered if the man outside the door was him.

Indeed, Feng Qiya had become something of a celebrity. After defeating the formidable Ya Wuzhuo, she became the talk of the town, and with fame came a flurry of rumors.