Chapter Fifty-six: Twin Eyes

The car stopped at the entrance of the hotel, where a large red notice board displayed four bold, black vertical characters: “Marriage of the Yang and Li Families.” Beneath them were the names of the bride and groom. An enlarged wedding photograph stood to the side, the two faces wreathed in blissful smiles, encircled by a heart-shaped cluster of pink balloons.

A forced march of four hundred miles in just two days? And then to launch an attack against the formidable Dragon Cavalry? Longshan’s expression changed noticeably.

With Wei Wuyá’s decisive strike, the jade disc shattered into powder, marking the completion of the final rite in the Foundation Condensation Ceremony.

In truth, Gu Yan’s words were only half the story. She knew the fire vein lay deep beneath Tongluo Mountain, but with the four types of fire spirits within her, she was fully confident she could traverse the earth vein unharmed. She had only been invited for her knowledge of arrays, and had no intention of revealing all her secrets so easily.

But Zhu Yuanzhang paid him no heed, merely letting out a cold snort before turning away and stepping into the inner hall.

Lin Shengjie fixed his gaze on those atop the platform, his spirit taut. Old Qin sat at the center, the representative of Party A attending to him with tea. Old Qin merely nodded, as though it were all a matter of course. Lin Shengjie looked around at the others, then at Old Qin, measuring the chasm between them—a gulf that truly seemed unbridgeable.

What they called “outerwear” looked more like a suit of metal armor—yet it was so supple that calling it clothing was not far from the truth.

Faced with divine majesty, the gods rose from their seats, dropped to one knee, right hands over their left breasts, heads bowed in reverent welcome for the King of Gods.

The sword aura that Ye Yunting unleashed swiftly gathered in the air, then cleaved toward a star. With a muffled crack, the star shattered and scattered.

He opened his mouth, and a thin red line sprayed forth. At the same time, Dragonslayer unleashed the Endbright Flame. Gu Yan pressed her hand down; from the vents of the Jiuyi Cauldron, the Ziluo Heavenly Fire burst out. The four innate flames converged, and in the vastness of the starry sky, a sea of fire sprang up.

Perhaps she had hidden herself too well—Yu Tian pushed the shopping cart around the mall two or three times, but never saw Ji Ke.

Taking the previous price of Ye Yunfei’s supercar into account, the vendor estimated that Wu Dao’s prize money was likely in the tens of millions.

Lanxin’s fiery temper showed itself in an instant. No sooner had she climbed into the strange space than, without a word, she drew her sword and lunged at the larger “Kangaroo Man.” Twin red beams clashed, and a wave of heat radiated from them.

Bo Yuhan was furious; just thinking of her smiling at that guy named Qi Ling irritated him to no end.

At this moment, Gao Xuan stood proud in his brocade robes, looking every inch the part. By his side were Fang Ruqin and Gu Ling’er, while Long Jianchen and the others gripped their weapons, glaring menacingly at Master Ziyin.

On its own, such a gift would make one a remarkable gourmet. But when paired with culinary skills, it became an invincible blade, clearing all obstacles from one’s path.

The lock was turned from outside. Light footsteps in sneakers—so soft they were almost inaudible unless you listened carefully.

“Wait a moment, let me divine a reading.” Hua Mo extended his hand, and a golden tortoise shell appeared out of thin air, coins clinking inside. He picked them up, shook them three times, then cast them onto the stone table.

Power and status gained through seduction would inevitably be accompanied by negative judgments—dependence, mere decoration, and so on. Even if she later attained power, it would remain rooted in a man she depended on.

—Therefore, this system advises the host to abandon all thoughts of shortcuts and unearned rewards. Instead, steadily hone your culinary skills, and when your abilities match your ambition, godly talents and divine culinary tools will follow.

Section Chief Hu’s face turned liver-colored with anger and unease. He vaguely sensed that, in these troubled times, there was an inscrutable order among teams when it came to recognizing leaders.

“What’s going on?” Their vision was useless. This wasn’t just darkness you couldn’t see your hand in—it was so complete you couldn’t even see your hand if you tried. Lin Xuan recalled the imperial capital, where drivers couldn’t see the traffic lights and cameras couldn’t capture license plates.

The gathering storm clouds and the chain lightning spell, deprived of Sun Fengzhao’s support, slowly dispersed without striking.

“Ugh…” Though he’d long known the Heavenly Emperor was unreliable, Du Ziyuan was discovering his standards sank lower each day.

Only the Martial Army had seen, with their own eyes, the second-floor window—inside, a deep red dress and half a face with bulging eyes.

Manchester United slowed the tempo, leisurely carrying the ball forward, advancing at an unhurried pace. Rooney dropped back to receive, providing an extra outlet.

After the brief commotion, Dong Xueqing announced the list of Songgao Sect disciples—Qi Refiners, Foundation Builders, and Core Formation cultivators—who would attend the “Spirit Hunt Tournament” in the East Sea. She spoke a few words of encouragement and inspiration, then declared the ceremony concluded.

I knew Jin Yan rode well, but I didn’t know she could hunt. I thought she was devoted to Buddhist study and abhorred killing, so I hadn’t expected her to come.

Number Zero crawled from the wall, her damaged parts split open, exposing the magical structures and arrays within—sparkling and beautiful. After speaking, she left in a huff, clearly angered by Lota.

Tang Tuo had suspected something was amiss there, but hadn’t imagined the situation would be so bizarre. He couldn’t help crying out.

“Did I ask you to come keep me company? Who knows if you’re here for me or just seeking your own comfort!” I snapped in exasperation, words tumbling out unchecked.