Chapter 55 Nothing Happened

Yecang Chen clenched his fists, a flicker of uneasy restlessness sweeping across the depths of his eyes. He sneered at her, swept her up into his arms, and strode toward the second floor.

"Hey? I was just joking!" Sheng Yunqing lost her previous smugness, her face flushing crimson in an instant.

Behind the exquisite folding screen, a wooden bathtub was filled with steaming hot water kept ready at all times.

With a loud splash, Yecang Chen dropped her into the water. Reaching out, he hooked his fingers under her chin, pressed his forehead against hers, and spoke in a raspy voice, "Sheng Yun—"

"What? Holy Lord, you are leaving? No, you cannot leave! The Skywalkers still need you to lead them." Tian Xinrui was first struck dumb with shock, and then said in disbelief and rejection.

Niu Susu shook her head repeatedly. Truth be told, she had no idea what had happened either. The shop had been overwhelmingly busy just moments ago, and she had been tied to the cash register handling payments the entire time. It was only after the rush subsided that she realized her phone was missing.

Just as Xu Fu was about to deal a fatal blow to Liu Xin, who now lacked any remaining strength to resist, he sensed a heaven-shattering surge of energy piercing straight through the valley. This immense force instantly shattered the swirling black mist.

However, ever since he had used the Avatar Creation technique to assist Chen Feng last time, he had been granted freedom by the Heavenly Court of the Abandoned Immortal Realm. The Heavenly Emperor had personally severed his avatar, leaving him with no possible way to contact Chen Feng ever again.

He had practically been elevated to the heavens just moments ago, and now, being asked such a question left him with no room to refuse.

Fortunately, the Ice Dragon exuded a divine draconic majesty, forming a shimmering barrier of dragon light that completely enveloped the island. The raging ocean waters could not penetrate it, safeguarding the people within and temporarily shielding them from death.

Only then did the seductive woman finally release Ximen Kuang’s head. Ximen Kuang felt as though he had been reborn, greedily gasping for fresh air at last.

At the entrance, Li Dajiang, who had escorted them inside just moments before, was now approaching with a squad of armed soldiers. As he spoke, Li Dajiang jammed the powerful muzzle of his Desert Eagle pistol right against the Lone Wolf’s forehead, speaking in a sinister tone.

"Are we under attack by enemies? Where? Where are they?" Although Chen Feng had returned from the visions shown by Gongsun Fanyin, his expression remained visibly dazed as he shouted in all directions.

He reached out to retrieve the Immortal Lake Water, only to find that the flask he always carried with him was empty. He quickly checked Pingping’s pulse, discovering that her condition was precarious—the poison within her body was continuously coursing through her veins. If she was not treated immediately, her life would surely be in grave danger.

"Impossible, this is impossible! I saw you kill her with my own eyes!" Daoist Linghu was on the verge of a complete mental breakdown.

Suddenly, the statue emitted an eerie green light and instantly sucked Tang Seng right into its core.

The long spear remained where it was, stained with blood and brain matter. Everything here was still intact, exactly as it had been before—only Sun Wukong had vanished.

Yuqingzi gritted his teeth, refraining from making any further moves. Either Qingchenzi or Daoist Baizhu alone was enough to hold him back, and even with Fairy Ziling added to their side, there was simply nothing he could do.

Yet he never expected that the young CEO on the opposite side would prove to be far more aggressive than he had imagined.

However, it was truly unwise to force the issue without fully grasping the situation. If a blunt refusal ended up provoking others, his hopes of escaping would become even more remote.

"Have you seen this? My ability is to copy and absorb the ninjutsu of others," Li Xiaoshuai said calmly.

Even Xinghoso Rin, who was usually completely impervious to idols, could not help blushing fiercely upon hearing those words.

Once upon a time, he had heard that very voice—lasting for only a fleeting second, consisting of a single word. Now, bit by bit, he finally remembered.

His sword techniques shifted unpredictably: at times effortless and graceful, at times possessing infinite might. Though the sword Qi was as chilling and stark as frost and snow, radiating an imposing aura, the fluttering of his billowing robes stripped away any trace of grim, merciless slaughter. Instead, it only served to accentuate his refined, elegant, and transcendent demeanor. His feet seemed never to touch the dust, his body floating like drifting clouds, as if he might ride the wind and depart at any moment.

The ocean before her mirrored her breathing, rising and falling with the relentless rhythm of the waves, while her heart surged with emotions as turbulent as a tempestuous sea.