Volume One, Chapter 25: Exploring a Strange Land, Peril at Every Turn

Lin Fan pushed open the heavy doors of the archive room. Sunlight fell upon him for a brief moment before being swallowed by the thick fog swirling all around.

"Hehehe, no misunderstanding at all. You young people just need to chat more," Li Li said, looking at the beautiful and poised Jian Xinyu with growing satisfaction.

The young women felt a deep sense of sympathy; the mere thought of the writer-sister shyly batting her eyelashes only to fail miserably was inexplicably amusing.

"The Dragon Pearl. As long as the Dragon Pearl appears, its light can soothe the human heart. If his inner self finds peace, he will be able to return to his human form," the captain answered with great precision.

Previously, she had assumed that even if she secured this spot, her senior would need some time to prepare, which would also give her some time to ready herself.

Seeing her attire and her vehicle, one could vaguely deduce her personality.

"It must be! He wants us to go in; he has something important to tell us, and it must be good news!" Yang Ling exclaimed with great joy.

However, the supreme geniuses of the top-tier full-star factions were too proud of their status and unwilling to lower themselves to challenge him. After all, the Dragon Clan was only an upper-tier full-star faction.

The three of them exchanged glances, and the next moment, the veins around Lin Chuan's eyes instantly bulged.

If not for this, the destructive power unleashed should two powerful cultivators engage in battle within Qianfeng City would be staggering. The resulting casualties among civilians and warriors would be countless, dealing a devastating blow to the authority of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Jia Junpeng had spent years secluded within the Temple of the Fire God, avoiding worldly disputes as if he were a hermit biding his time. He did not even involve himself in the affairs of the Temple of the Light.

The true master of the Nine Nether Sect was the Holy Lord of Nine Nether, an envoy sent down by the Nine Nether Alliance.

There were no fewer than forty or fifty newcomers, all dressed in sturdy, brocade-trimmed garments, looking like guards from some wealthy household.

Wang Yang and Dai Shaozong continued their conversation about the other world. When Dai Shaozong asked about the customs and the situation of Earthlings there, Wang Yang brushed him off with casual excuses.

Of course, the rumor-mongers who loved nothing more than a spectacle showed no sympathy; instead, they gossiped behind others' backs, claiming the victim must have committed suicide out of a guilty conscience. This infuriated the victim's parents and siblings so much that even storming their houses for revenge wasn't enough to vent their anger.

On the No. 1 Mist Arena, Liao Hongxue’s face was twisted in a savage grimace. Below the stage, disciples from various sects pointed and whispered, most of them confused by the pained expression on the Zongwu Sect disciple. Meanwhile, his opponent, A-Ying, remained as calm as still water, staring fixedly at Liao Hongxue as she prepared to unleash her dark arts.

Zhang Dongping, the God of Industry, presented the God King with a royal carriage crafted from living metal. It was magnificent and gilded, carved with nine dragons and nine phoenixes, the sun, moon, and stars; it stayed warm in winter and cool in summer, capable of traveling a thousand miles a day.

Bei Mingxuan, having been chased by Yu Qianqian for most of Zifeng, panted like an ox. Suddenly, he halted his steps, his face turning deathly pale. He lifted his gaze toward the mysterious cave on the cliffside, a look never before seen in his eyes.

Moreover, this evolution was, after all, a virtual process, and its speed was far beyond anything comparable in the real world.

He Zhi had already thoroughly investigated the whereabouts and background of the Canadian telecommunications tycoon, Johnson George, so they were not worried about failing to find him.

A flash of green light flickered across Aimo’s body, and he swiftly darted out of the dilapidated temple. Not only that, but as he departed, he also casually unleashed a flurry of wind blades behind him.

Under Karin’s gaze, Kimimaro remained calm as water, his faint voice echoing in the surroundings.

Having finished speaking, Imperial Physician Zhang still seemed lost in a fog. However, he understood at least one thing: this medicine was not a poison.