Chapter Thirty-Six: The Hunting Tournament

Anyone who calls Hu Mingchen’s mobile phone is someone he knows—either family, friends, or subordinates.

Ai Gu turned her head, missing the spoon just in time. Her gaze was heavy, revealing no fluctuation of emotion.

However, Li Huo’s subsequent words immediately excited Xiao Yuan. A flicker of joy suffused his eyes, as if he had just attained the Supreme Transformation Stage in his cultivation.

Hu Mingchen had never hinted at such a direction before; now that it had suddenly emerged, no one believed it was his true intention.

“It’s nothing…” Ai Siyou waved a hand, suppressing the urge to vomit again. He buried his head and pulled out Yunxian’s remains. A stench of rotting flesh instantly permeated the air, and he finally couldn’t help but retch once more.

Well, Xiao Yun’s tens of millions of followers were built up over time; gaining so much popularity from just a single group battle of four thousand people was still a massive profit.

“I dare not take the credit. It was entirely due to the General’s masterful command and coordination that I was able to achieve this minor feat,” Jin Xi said modestly.

The rising sun was already like a giant fireball, scorching the earth and radiating its merciless heat.

He let out a loud shout, and suddenly, a black mist appeared behind him, coalescing into the figure of an old man in black robes.

Another reason for Gu Li’s fervor was Princess Yuzhang. Last year, when Gu Li accompanied his uncle to Chang’an, he had chanced upon the princess and been instantly struck by her beauty. Coupled with rumors of her gentle and virtuous nature—exactly the type Gu Li favored—he had been unable to stop thinking about her ever since.

With the support role having locked in Karma early on, Wang Zui did not hesitate to tell his teammates to help him secure Jhin, the Virtuoso.

Who was Wang Yangming? A man of the Ming Dynasty, founder of the School of Mind, a renowned idealist philosopher, and also an outstanding strategist.

“Born a member of the humble class, I shall die a soul of the humble class. My apologies to you both.” Wang Yue smacked his lips, waved a hand, and walked away, leaving Wu Xin in a state of disarray.

Mao Leyan restrained the pain on her face and looked at Aunt Yu with clear eyes. “It is being moved, and also being happy for my senior sister. After all, having a man love one so deeply is a blessing rarely found in this world.” She reached out to take the handkerchief and gently wiped away her tears, though they flowed like a broken faucet, unstoppable.

“Are you a saint? Do you have to manage everything? Do you have to help everyone who looks pitiful?” Ling Zihan retorted with cutting sarcasm.

“Very well, the business here is concluded. You may withdraw.” The bone-burning immortal, who had usurped this place, waved a hand dismissively, effectively issuing an order to leave.

Xiao Xiao nodded in agreement. Her whole family enjoyed a lively atmosphere; with their home bustling every day, the house remained filled with harmony.

But neither Helan Yao nor the White Tiger could sense Ning Ruxi’s wailing, and even if they had, they would have automatically ignored it.

The bone blade slashed down without a sound—not at the person, but at the path Fang Yan was taking! The black-armored fighter had immense combat experience; he had anticipated Fang Yan’s movements and calculated the lead, waiting for the opponent to run right into the blade.

The most likely reality was that he was just an ordinary man who, under the influence of various factions, eventually became the King of Shang-Zhou—something akin to a puppet emperor.

Ling Xiao and Qing Yun were both shaken as they looked at the handsome young monk before them, whose face was as calm as still water.

Because he had already consulted his fellow sect members, he knew that only an immortal combined with a grand formation could extract the Immortal Spiritual Qi.

Based on this, there were now a large number of Spirit-Gathering Arrays in the reality of Water Blue Star, gathering spiritual energy and extracting it, along with spiritual plants characterized by their high absorption of that energy.

The second question was about the Linmu Studio, or more accurately, about Lin Yao.

But every staff member who saw it said the feeling of first love was fully conveyed... even those who had never been in love themselves.

“Oh, by the way, Sister, you said you had something to do earlier. What was it?” Miaoyin, who lacked guile, asked out of curiosity.

“Right in the woods. I don’t know why, but I felt restless tonight and wanted to get some air. Who knew that just as I was about to return, I heard a strange sound? I followed it for about half an hour and encountered these two things coming this way.”

“Haha! Don’t bother waiting for reinforcements. Have you heard of my Illusory Beauty? Unless you have the strength of a Nascent Soul, don’t even dream of seeing through it,” the Bone Gentleman laughed.

He knew that some local officials would adapt to local tastes, but he didn’t know what the situation was like where his brother had gone.

It seemed as if the moment the opponent fired that blade, it would appear anywhere in the world—even at the Demon King’s forehead.

“Soldiers of the Gauss family, heed my command! Seize Nan Xingyu before you at once!” The bloodline energy of Nonpa Gauss surged like a pillar of blood into the sky, declaring to his subordinates that their supreme master had descended once again.

The main thing was that they had rescued many people alive from the R experimental organization, both domestic and foreign.

Thinking that Yan Yiyi must be asleep at this hour, Qiao Yu didn’t dare call, only sending a message.

Lin Ouyang’s reminder was correct; Yao Ruixue’s fear and loathing toward Lin Ouyang were expressed very genuinely, not as if they were faked.

War drums sounded, and the thunder of hooves spread across the battlefield. The skeleton knights accelerated in an instant, shrouded in a sky full of dust, charging toward Ji Xuanhao.