Chapter 59: Dry Heaves

Under the gaze of everyone, Ji Chenling actually dug his bare hand straight into the other person's shoulder blade. Accompanied by a puff of scorched, dark smoke, the old ghost crone let out a short cry and instantly turned into a pile of ashes right where she stood.

Meng Yuanyuan and Gu Yun covered their mouths in unison.

Was Ji Chenling really this powerful?

The young man's expression was icy and filled with a sense of aloof detachment.

Even Chen Yiyi, the transmigrator quest-challenger, could not help but shudder slightly.

Only Lu Xi acted as if she had anticipated this long ago...

That being the case, there must be quite a few sunken treasures hidden here in Kunlun as well. After all, the entities that once lived in this place were true powerhouses of the ancient era.

However, An Yichen had no idea that the camera was still rolling and the audio was live-streamed. Even now in the deep of night, the online viewer count showed no signs of dropping.

Beauty by Nature: Huh? Having just finished answering the test paper, I suddenly realized I went completely off-topic. Disregard the previous answer, let me take another crack at it. I think the name [Two-Doggy] sounds rather nice. I've been super obsessed with this name lately; I must have been poisoned by something.

Yet, she truly found it impossible to look into the eyes of someone she had known for less than a week with affectionate devotion, let alone put on an act of being utterly infatuated with and deeply in love with him.

When they went back inside, the room looked nothing like it had been ransacked by a thief, and even the bloodstains had vanished.

"The foreign devils launch their attacks relying solely on gunboats advancing along the Yangtze River! If our army attacks Yangzhou, and the foreign devils dispatch gunboats to provide support, they will inevitably block our naval forces right in the canal. That would spell serious trouble!" Gongsun Sheng analyzed.

This scene reminded her of when she first arrived to live here—a time when they constantly suffered from hunger and cold.

However, the moment Qin Wunyan opened the door—well, he was given quite a fright. Outside the courtyard, a massive crowd of people had gathered. It seemed that the place where he was currently staying had been completely surrounded.

When Gu Weiwei stepped out of the Municipal Committee building, a gust of autumn wind blew his hair into disarray. His heart was tangled in conflicting emotions, unsure of how to broach this subject with Gu Zhengrong.

They had items on their persons capable of resisting the attacks of these ghosts, but those artifacts had no effect against them whatsoever.

Upon hearing this, Song Yuanfang furrowed his brow. Right now, he simply could not fathom what other armed force could have infiltrated the fishing vessel without him noticing the slightest trace.

"What should we do?" Shijie asked anxiously. No wonder there was no one standing guard here; with this kind of monstrosity around, even a top-tier emperor-level master coming in person would be entirely helpless against her.

Upon receiving the news, King Scorpion Dragon knew full well that going head-to-head with the scripture-seekers was a losing battle, so he decided to resort to clever schemes instead. He ordered his five elite generals—the Poison Scorpion Dragon, Ghost Scorpion Dragon, Hunter Scorpion Dragon, Tiger Scorpion Dragon, and Violent Scorpion Dragon—to continue laying underwater ambushes and prepare for battle to capture these monastic monks.

An ice-cold tempest that swept in with lightning speed shattered the smile on Baili Wuyang's face. His expression shifted drastically and he turned tail to run; Xiao Yu's ice-type supernatural ability was the ultimate nemesis of his flames.

Hearing Liang Chen's words, the landlord, Mr. Tian, first offered an awkward smile and hesitated for a long time without giving an answer. Liang Chen then cast a glance up and down at Mr. Tian, finally resting his gaze on the top of the landlord's head.

"Who is it?!" Lin Peng suppressed the fear gripping his heart, using almost every ounce of strength in his body to project his voice. However, the only response he received was the dim, shadowy corridor and a series of echoes.

"Tu Shu, from Xi'an, Shaanxi." The boy named Tu Shu still seemed somewhat reluctant, but under Luo Cheng's hint, he stated his name anyway.

Upon hearing these words from their elder brother King Dragon Sculpture, King Tiger Sculpture, King Cloud Sculpture, King Golden Sculpture, King Hunter Sculpture, and King Violent Sculpture led the flying beast demons to execute the orders to the letter. They completely burned down the immortal dwelling of the Invincible Patriarch to the ground and then proceeded to slaughter the surrounding commoners.

Mo Ting quickly cupped his hands in salute and replied, "Wan Ping, hurry up and pay your respects to Senior Brother Wang." Hearing Wang Wei-dong state his affiliation, the previously arrogant Wan Ping was momentarily stunned. Then, his expression softened, and he finally dropped his "looking down from the heavens" attitude. "Greetings, Senior Brother Wang. Wan Ping pays his respects."