Chapter 87: The Eighteenth Sorcerer

When the aura surrounding him finally ceased its ascent, Leng Junye opened his cold eyes. The usual clarity and otherworldly grace within them had been replaced by a darkness and lifelessness that seemed to stretch into infinity.

The rules of the game were simple: in each round, lots were drawn, and whoever drew the title of King held the power to name any two numbered participants and command them to do anything.

Both sons clung to their mother, refusing to let go. Cheng Moyu couldn’t manage to hold them both in her arms, and if Dou Dou tried to hold the two boys at once, it would certainly be a problem.

“Really now, if you wanted to sleep with me, you could’ve just said so. With how far our relationship has come, is there really any need to be so shy?” Zhao Jiaxi said, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

Cultivation and leveling up in a game were obviously not the same; there were many more restrictions. That was why Xuanyuan Yeyan was so curious about Dan Qing’s sudden change in strength.

Xuanyuan Yeyan took a deep breath and was just about to speak when suddenly the space around them began to ripple. After a long absence, Yuan Tianyun emerged on his own.

But if he were to find out that they had gathered together just to gossip about Li Ming—President Li—the consequences could be dire.

The three of them ventured deeper into the woodland, where they encountered more than a dozen fourth-rank peak magical beasts. This time, Yin Changfeng did not foolishly remain on the sidelines but joined the battle.

Before the efficacy of the elixirs could be confirmed, bidding too high would make one appear a fool, while bidding too low would bring disdain.

“In that case, leave these people to me. I assure you, I’ll handle them to your satisfaction!” Zhang Hu declared. This was his chance to shine. He knew that as long as he avoided crossing any of this gentleman’s taboos, there would be no problems.

Judging by Long Wanyu’s demeanor, he would not be able to calm down. Long Fan felt a headache coming on, unsure how to begin the conversation—there was a real risk things would escalate into a fight.

With a loud crash, the wine jug slipped from the man’s palm and shattered on the floor, breaking the tranquility of the room.

“I’m starving! Aren’t you hungry, brother? Come, let’s eat together.” Gu Qingya bounced up from the sofa, pulling Gu Qingkuang to sit at the dining table.

After greeting everyone, Zhou Ziwei misstepped on the stairs and landed flat on her back. The car, which had just started to move, stopped abruptly; from it stepped a man in his forties—Lu Jianye.

In the early hours of the next day, Lin Xiu opened his eyes to find a stunningly beautiful face before him—Mei Hanyan.

No matter what, if the Myriad Beast Sect could truly be eliminated, cooperation would benefit both parties. Chu Yang saw no reason to hesitate; this was a rare opportunity and he would not let it pass.

There was also the issue of Shiqi’s safety. Rongli suggested letting the other party remain in the laboratory for a couple of days, even if it meant some discomfort.

Ding Le was an outstanding person in his own right, so his attention was drawn only to those of his caliber. Ever since he met Tao Xiu, he had quietly harbored feelings for him.

The sudden appearance of the blood-red figure left many of the Soul Nether Sect’s experts stunned; it was clear they hadn’t known such a mysterious powerhouse was among their ranks.

Boss Huang, perhaps recalling Jiang Chen’s background, cursed his luck inwardly. Jiang Chen was not someone one could afford to offend, no matter how wealthy—he could only swallow the loss.

Though he rushed back, when it came time to face Jin Rui, he found himself at a loss.

Old Qi’s baffling words made Gongsun Fan and Gongsun Peng exchange glances once more. Though they dared not speak, their curiosity was thoroughly piqued, and they pricked up their ears, waiting for Old Qi to continue.

Another version of himself sneered. Hu Qiang knew he was being unreasonable, but the circumstances left him desperate. If he didn’t think of something soon, those monsters would tear him to pieces.

Er Tuzi was probably nervous around these officials, which made him stutter. The members of the county’s work group exchanged glances; the scars on the back of his head revealed what kind of man he was. But since Lu Xingwang had called him a progressive youth, then a progressive youth he would be.

He stared blankly at the half a skull in his hand, then, almost involuntarily, glanced at Cang Yue Qianyu and Cang Yue Zhenxian.

Proud as he was, he had to admit that if Chang’an fell, he would stand no chance against Liu Feng.

“Demon Emperor, what now?” Di Shitian asked, dejected. The plan to demonize humanity had failed, and now he could offer no suggestions. After all, most of the top-tier experts were from the demon race. Everything depended on the decision of the World-Destroying Demon. Whether to attack the Shenglong Mountains or not would be up to him.

Hu Qiang believed Hu Qiang was unaware of this matter, so he hurried over anxiously, his face tense as he spoke.

It was thanks to Dong Zhuo’s loyalty and continued trust in Niu Fu that, since the westward migration to Chang’an, he had stored all the plundered wealth from Luoyang in Meiwu, leaving Niu Fu to guard it.

Jing Tianqing’s attitude sparked an unprecedented anger in Qin Feng. He knew that Guyang City was no ordinary place like City H. Here, his strength was nothing special, and he had no grounds for arrogance.

Otherwise, with the power of the two empires, it would be a simple matter to train a few summoners loyal only to themselves.