Eighty: The Sorcerer, Chapter Eleven

She slowly lifted the covers and got out of bed. Through the dressing mirror, she saw not only her flushed face but also that her back was covered in swollen patches, burning painfully with every slight movement.

In a haze, a real world emerged before her eyes—a world where countless realms burned, turning into showers of light that rained down into this one.

According to Qu Sa, blessings should remain within the family. Since Xiangge First High was her alma mater, if they were to send a top scholar anywhere, it should naturally be to their own. He understood this logic well enough, yet as the saying goes, "the onlooker sees more of the game." When everything had gone so smoothly for so long, even though Li Yichen repeatedly warned himself to be cautious, today Andaoquan had to admit the true expanse of the Holy Domain was far beyond what he had imagined.

Aside from debates over movement and stillness, metaphysicians of this era also discussed problems such as existence and nonexistence, unity and multiplicity, public and private, sentience and insentience. Unfortunately, the final consensus was deeply pessimistic: don't bother striving, for effort and idleness ultimately come to the same end.

Enzo nodded repeatedly as he listened, though inwardly he was full of suspicion: why had the CEO suddenly decided to go to America? According to the original schedule, wasn't that supposed to happen in July?

Thus, on this point alone, all debate over whether Uncle Sima Fu was loyal to Wei or to himself can be put to rest.

However, when the two of them raised their magical weapons, Li Zhuolun, who stood nearby, darted away as if he'd seen a ghost.

Li Feng had already built the stage—now it remained to be seen whether Jamie Dimon and these financial elites could deliver a brilliant performance.

Nearly everyone in the village knew about Wu Zhengqing's ambiguous past with An Li. In time, they'd see if her in-laws would still treat her as well as before. Along with that, the relationship between Ye Jinteng and Ouyang Zhen would sour, and with that, her purpose would be achieved.

With that, she called for the resident physician, tossed him a silver ingot, and gave a single instruction: "Take good care of him." Then, she floated away.

"Look at the myriad lights outside—every household must have its own story and happiness. Yet I feel as though I've never experienced that kind of happiness myself. That's why I feel a little wistful." Pei Shiyu pressed her forehead against the car window, bringing her eyes closer to reality.

The moment Li Jing saw Feng Shujia, he was seething with rage. Old and new grievances welled up, and he felt an urge to tear Feng Shujia apart with his bare hands.

Now that Yu Yiye had spoken, Ling naturally obeyed. After a brief greeting, it vanished, off to complete new tasks assigned by Yu Yiye. Earlier, the tedious work had just been wrapped up, but Yu Yiye already had more in store—there was no time to lose.

She had come to understand: a little hardship was nothing. The most important thing was not to miss her son's precious childhood.

Yu Yiye’s requirements for the shop’s design were not excessive. As long as it felt sufficiently futuristic, that would suffice.

In the world of the undead, all the trees were black, towering high and casting their shadows over the entire mine, making everything even harder to distinguish.

As fellow disciples for so many years, he knew Yang Lin did not truly blame him for destroying most of that landscape painting.

Fang Yan’s words were clear: she wanted Yao Mengyuan to stop frequent contact with Ye Lengfeng. This, in turn, sparked an uncharacteristic fury in the gentle Yao Mengyuan, who argued back without hesitation.

Zhou Yiran saw nothing amiss; he simply nodded heavily, his eyes never leaving Fu Jinli.

In his mind, the land of the Nine Provinces was a wasteland, and among his peers, he had no equal.

Yang Chuner was impatient but not foolish. She realized that on her way here, she had hardly seen any servants. Only her friend’s courtyard seemed normal.

"Elder Yuemu, I am here to collect my clan’s disciple. Could you bring him out?" Jiang Changsheng said directly, since he was already there and saw no point in searching individually.

The two kneeling Martial Kings looked conflicted. In human form, Nan Gongjin might still feel some old affection, but once she reverted to her true form, it would be difficult.

Geng Fuyuan’s eyes reddened instantly. He punched the wall so hard he nearly knocked down the talismans hanging there.

"You weren’t fully prepared, so it’s understandable you fell into the trap. Geng Fuyuan asked me to get you out," Gu Jinge said, her words striking a nerve in Gu Zhenzhen.

Jin Liangyu was awakened by the commotion outside, and her obedient little one woke up at nearly the same moment.

No matter how fiercely she and Jiang Yuli fought, as soon as Qin Xuan got involved, the eldest sister would always be Qin Xuan—there was no question about it.

After killing the Ice Duke, all that remained were the star-ranked insect kings, their strengths varying, their numbers about five thousand. With nothing left to hold him back, Tang Yu, accompanied by He Yi, Reixi the Queen of Bees, and a formidable group of star-ranked human and insect kings, charged into the nest without restraint.

"He should be grateful he's dead; otherwise, I would have severed his head and steeped it in a vat of wine," Romannus said coldly.

On one side, they were eager to launch their test flight; on the other, they were being held back by force. Yet Lu Guang’s group was outnumbered by Liu Mian’s, so after several rounds of dispute, the standoff remained unresolved.

Long ago, the dire wolf, under orders from Darkseid, had come to Earth, attempting to transform life here into parademons, but was ultimately defeated and lost all three Mother Boxes.

Hearing Sun Wukong’s words, Tang Seng stared in astonishment, his expression so strange it was hard to tell if he was frightened or delighted, but he was clearly no longer the man they knew.

How fervently he wished this war could be avoided. The torment he felt over this execution, over Ace being led to the execution platform, was no lighter than any other’s.

By his calculations, the elixir should be ready. Daoist Ling Ya closed the earth fire and lifted the lid of the furnace, only to be met with deep disappointment.

Seeing this, Liang Shan shot Cao Liang a chilling glance and said, "This was just a lesson. If you’re not convinced, try again—but next time I won’t hold back." With that, he gripped the edge of the table and gave it a powerful yank. With a thunderous crash, the table, which had taken four men all their strength to move, was wrenched away as if it were paper.