72. Class-A Transformation Pathwalker

A faint blue light glowed softly. Inside the large-headed television, flashes of swords and blades clashed vividly. Ye Hanzhen, attaching electrode-like patches to Lu Xun, looked on in surprise. "Martial arts?"

When he first entered, he had seen countless storybooks piled so high they seemed ready to bury the shopkeeper. Then, seeing the blu-ray player flicker with brilliant fights on the screen, Ye Hanzhen smiled to himself. This was the first time he had encountered such a peculiar traveler of the illusory realm, as if stepping out from a painting.

Murphy’s eyeballs were already stained red, feeling the heatwave rushing toward him, he smacked his lips inwardly. Clearly, he had no understanding of the difficulty mages had in learning spells or manipulating elements with psychic power.

When plunged into the river, it sensed the profound depths within the subterranean sphere. How could it possibly escape from such a confined space?

Pieces like the Forbidden Army’s pawns were meant to play crucial roles at decisive moments. If they leapt about frivolously in daily life, it would only arouse Emperor Li Longji’s displeasure, making it a losing proposition.

Zhen Fu stepped out from the darkness, the firelight illuminating her face as delicate as a blooming flower and her figure as enchanting as a fox’s. Standing beside the grotesque and nightmarish Wolf, the scene bore an oddly intense artistic effect.

The innkeeper and his assistant waited by the door, eagerly presenting several sets of clothes for the two to change into, having prepared hot water and other necessities well in advance.

Yu Liang knew there might be some grudge between Shui Ling and his master; otherwise, the previous confrontation over inner cultivation wouldn’t have occurred. Yet, his current situation made it impossible to keep up appearances—he needed to find a place to hide quickly.

The morning sunlight cast a faint golden hue over the vast Guanzhong plains, exuding a solemn grace.

Historically, Emperor Taizong’s policies ultimately led to the rise of Tubo, which, over a century later, breached the walls of Chang’an.

“You come from Jiannan, so you must be a man of Prince Jing?” Upon hearing Yan Zhuang’s words, Lin Jing’s expression grew serious.

Jin Yu said, “Then let’s first walk to the city’s lungs, breathe deeply, enjoy the lotus blossoms, and then head to the supermarket.”

In truth, Ying’er knew that given her status, it was impossible to become Lan Xian’s wife. Setting aside Lan Xian’s own consent, his mother would never approve.

By chance, Luo Lin had stumbled upon the right method to counter close-combat warriors. But now, the situation seemed to have evolved into a contest of fire control techniques.

Ye Shanghan showed no trace of melancholy. Nodding slightly, he took out his phone, preparing to transfer money to Shangguan Lingzhi.

Regarding sniper training, Old Master Ma recalled and offered some of his own advice.

Then the two exchanged glances and laughed together. Sima Yu reluctantly produced a jade slip, giving one to each. Shi carefully stored them while Sun Fang took an imprint.

“Ah! I knew it! A family of famed generals!” Commissioner Wang grew excited. His expression was genuinely happy for Zhong Wei, which made Zhong Wei, uncertain if he truly belonged to a famous lineage, feel somewhat embarrassed.

In the end, he was forced to unleash his blood slave, merging with the colossal star beast, boosting his combat power dramatically, barely escaping the pursuit.

Zhao Shiyu’s mind was clear as a mirror. He had to suppress his laughter whenever Tong Muhe was near, lest the dreadful consequences follow. Glancing at Tong Muhe, he covered his face with a handkerchief. Tong Muhe’s hair was still sparse, looking as if scalded by boiling water, with only a few pitiful strands left. It was best not to provoke him now.

“Good! You may go. Mingyue, put away your curved blade and return to camp with me. The army is about to march, and countless tasks and battles lie ahead—we cannot delay,” Wanyan Agu barked sternly.

Ran Xiyu spoke happily. Li Yuxin’s mischievous smile and Jiang Liushi’s attentions had lifted her spirits, making her feel as if life ahead was filled with color.