Chapter 133: The Invitation

The Metal element floating between heaven and earth gathered at Qin Yue’s fingertips like iron filings drawn to a magnet, manifesting as sword qi as fine as ox hair.

With a metallic "clang," Qin Yue flicked his finger, and this golden radiance severed anything it touched. It carved a deep trench into the incredibly hard permafrost, which possessed a formidable energy field; at the bottom of the groove, a cold, metallic luster shimmered.

Gu Yunmeng whispered in shock, "Condensing Geng metal, the manifestation of golden qi..." She looked up, her expression complex as she gazed at him.

The banquet, which had been joyous only moments before, was suddenly cleared of guests, leaving behind only the wreckage of cups and plates.

Bai Zhi opened the brocade box, which contained a concentric knot and a half-embroidered sachet.

"Zimu, if you have something to say, come inside. Don't make a fool of yourself out there!" Qiu Yan commanded.

Regardless of the distance, as long as the coordinates of the destination could be anchored, items within the entire area could be teleported instantaneously.

However, compared to food-type spirit masters of the same age, he was fully deserving of the title "monster."

The group was stunned, experiencing a sense of surprise—the kind where one never imagined they could be so powerful.

His ambition, which had previously been extinguished, began to reignite. He decided to work hard so he could eventually become the head of the family.

"Heh, no one can offend our Dragon-Slaying Sect, not even the head of the Chu family. Pass on my order: mobilize all disciples and kill them all. As for him, I will deal with him myself." Elder Fury walked forward a few steps and stood beside Deacon Feng.

Ah Li followed Chu Yang to the mission boards, where there were five types, ranging from one-star to five-star.

A crisp sound of space shattering rang out, and the Seal of Tianji ignored the distance entirely, suddenly appearing before Doli and Lin Yu.

Zhang Nianzu led the team to attack floor by floor, effectively entering the stage of urban warfare. With two or three Ant-tribe soldiers on each level and under the control of two living radars, they progressed rapidly, encountering almost no organized resistance.

Facing the Heart-Searching Sword Technique, even one as powerful as the Evil Emperor Shi Zhixuan dared not be careless. He unleashed the Undying Seal, utilizing the nature of the technique to borrow and redirect force, converting the sword qi into his own internal energy—an overwhelmingly powerful display.

Meng Qi walked forward with trembling steps. Finally, he saw Yang Mengyi lying in a pool of blood. He could see the blood gushing from her wounds and the lingering yearning for life and the deep reluctance to leave him etched upon her pale face.

Perhaps due to his status, Mo Chenggui showed none of the arrogance or disdain he displayed toward Chu Lian when in the presence of He Changdi. This old soldier, who had followed the late Earl of Jing'an for years, held genuine affection for the masters of the He household.

As the Medical Emperor vanished mysteriously, Shi Quan’s body ceased its absorption of spiritual energy, and the surroundings returned to normal.

Because the fire wall was burning in the bedroom, Chu Lian wore only a single layer of clothing, and her head maids did not stop her.

"As long as they are obedient, no problem!" Wu Xian was pleased to see a possibility, as "subduing the enemy without fighting" would highlight his own contribution.

Princess Duanjia nodded. The head maid stepped forward, took a cup, and sipped from it first. Once confirmed, she signaled the waiter to pour wine for the two of them.

Cheng Yiping once again marveled at how wise his choice had been back then. If he hadn't chosen Bai Qianwen, his studio would likely have become a hollow shell long ago, just like the missing persons agency he had founded.

The best man counted the red envelopes and handed them to the groom. The groom was tired, and since everyone in the room was of the same generation, there was no need for strict etiquette. He had no more fresh envelopes, so he told the best man to just keep handing them out. It was good to have money—anything could be solved by throwing cash at it.

Next, a dish of crispy duck was served. The duck meat had already been sliced into thin pieces, accompanied by thin pancakes for wrapping.

Master Qi’s eyes darkened with disappointment, yet he temporarily abandoned this opportunity.