Chapter 100: The Lock

Lin Lu picked out a pink floral camisole, casually arranged her hair, dabbed on some lipstick, and went out.

Just as she picked up her bag and was about to change her shoes, Xu Yancheng stopped her.

“Come here and sit down.”

He pointed to the sofa.

“Are we not leaving now?” Lin Lu asked, but still obeyed him and sat down.

Then...

Many conclusions are often drawn from trivial actions or small results. Sima De had no proof that the Xue family and Xue Li were indeed feigning weakness, but the inference from the information already known could point to only one possibility.

At that thought, Coldfront was about to turn and leave, when a sweet, alluring voice drifted into his ear.

After speaking, he once again unleashed the Illusory Sword Dance, and hundreds upon thousands of sword shadows surged toward Woodson. As he advanced with his sword in hand, a strange smile appeared on Qijier's face; he was imagining how he would mock Woodson once the man was covered in injuries.

Bernie clutched his waist. Though he had only been carelessly kicked by Lin Tianze, a rib had already been broken and driven into his lung, and he coughed up blood.

The Seven Arts of Yin Symbols of the Inner Canon were divine powers personally created by the Master of Ghost Valley, distilled from the essence of the thoughts of the military strategists, the persuasion scholars, the yin-yang masters, the Daoists, and the Confucians. They consisted of seven techniques: the Spirit-Raising Method of the Five Dragons, the Will-Nourishing Method of the Spirit Tortoise, the Intent-Substantiating Method of the Soaring Serpent, the Force-Dividing Method of the Subduing Bear, the Momentum-Dissipating Method of the Mandarin Duck, the Round-Turning Method of the Fierce Beast, and the Loss-and-Exchange Method of the Spiritual Light.

Twenty burly European men filed out of the vehicles, all equipped with cutting-edge modern weapons, sweeping the surroundings with guns raised in wary alert. Within the entire holding facility, there was no force left that could contend with them.

Lin Yong took the iron rod, as thick as a thumb, and hesitated. Since the footage had already been seized by others, there was nothing left to hide... Thinking of this, he gripped both ends of the rod, clenched his teeth, and twisted with force. The rod bent strangely in his hands, coiling into a corkscrew, before he handed it back to the skinny man.

“So then, Qingxuan has been presumptuous,” said Lu Qingxuan with a giggle, bowing to everyone as he spoke of the deeds of the Holy Qilin Emperor of the Northern Wastes.

As soon as the gate was braced shut, a deranged slave slammed into it, his strength so great that it nearly wrenched Lin Yong's hand open.

The primordial world was fraught with peril. Escape arts were almost the final means by which cultivators could save their lives, and a powerful escape technique could bring about unexpected, ever-changing opportunities amid all manner of dire circumstances.

While Wuyang was speaking, the speeding starship, already swept by the might of heaven and earth, trembled all over and burst into brilliant light.

And among the Lin family estate's masters at the qi-refining stage, there were as many as six. After Lin Jianbing and Lin Jiankin, Lin Jianjie, Lin Jianshe, Lin Jianzhu, and Lin Jianyue all broke through in succession.

The moment that resounding voice fell, countless figures suddenly shot out across the black-and-white array projections on the nine giant screens. From the first peak to the ninth peak of Mount Jiufeng, the nine black-and-white primal arrays were instantly packed with geniuses under the age of one hundred, and the vast array spanning ten thousand meters was on the verge of being filled in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

It was enough to understand. This step was crucial. If Dou Jing could not complete it, he was afraid he truly would die.

“May I ask, Elder, what does a golden aptitude mean? Is it better than a red one?” Ye Yanqing asked.

She could see the field of vision of Number Ninety-One, could tell that the height of that vision had remained fixed at floor level, and could even feel the convulsing pain wracking Number Ninety-One's body.

Lin Dadan swallowed hard and slowly moved his hand toward the basin. He only needed to close his eyes and plunge it downward.

“Uncle, where are you all headed?” Pan Linna asked, casually stopping a middle-aged man.

Li Kui's meaning was naturally understood by Zhao Zilong, so after hearing those words, he only smiled and gave no reply.

“Everyone is already under your control. What else can I do?” Boss Shi spread his hands and shrugged, dismissing the matter with easy unconcern.