Chapter 95: Superhero 04

“Spirit Army, do not hold back your beast cores! Fire to your heart’s content! Our mission is to blast open a path through the three essential routes leading to the Eastern Capital!” Yi Nuya laughed wildly, his naval uniform billowing in the sea breeze.

On the night of New Year’s Eve, the Green Grass Villa upheld the tradition of “lighting lanterns.” The moat winding through the city brimmed with countless river lanterns of all kinds; the streets, adorned for the lantern festival, were festooned with lights and colors, while occasionally, someone would release a sky lantern, carrying hopes aloft into the night.

Yet, the disciples of the Fire God Temple were so enraged that they stomped and beat their chests, having just lost all their comrades in the temple within moments.

The fierce light shone like ten suns blazing in the sky, draining all colors from the myriad scenes of the world beneath it. This mysterious radiance became the sole presence between heaven and earth.

At this moment, Nangong Han was overwhelmed with excitement. Everyone knew that although Nangong Yu had been appointed the new president of the Nangong Group, the true power behind the scenes was undoubtedly Nangong Han, who had long coveted the presidential seat.

Lingzhi was originally meant to absorb the fire energy itself to gradually balance yin and yang, but the arrival of the Fire Qilin greatly shortened this process. Moreover, what Jiao Yu gathered was merely fire energy, while the Fire Qilin left behind pure fire-elemental true qi, an immeasurable boon to her cultivation.

The elder casually studied Feng Luoyu’s expression. Feng Luoyu smiled slightly and took out a resume wrapped in parchment, handing it over.

After hearing this, Jiang Chengce sighed deeply; the confident demeanor vanished, replaced by a look of deep concern.

After the recent battle, Li Jinsuo’s heroic spirit surged. Seeing a wind wall rushing toward him, he shouted and still thrust the talisman sword forward.

“Wait... I’ll go up myself...” Xiahou Huan hurriedly stopped him upon hearing his intention. He trusted Yiyun to come down and forcibly pull him up anyway; after all, since he was already cleaned up, he might as well go up.

Her tone unconsciously carried a hint of reproach, but Jiang Shiyuan did not indulge her. His face remained calm, though his eyes showed unmistakable detachment.

Cheng Wangyuan, never one for words, grew red-faced with anger from Lin Jinxia’s provocations.

Wang Yanran leaned partly against his chest, feeling the warmth and strong heartbeat beneath her, momentarily lost in the sensation without concern for anything else.

Suzhou city housed six commercial arcades, selling goods needed both by commoners and cultivators alike.

Zhao Huanhuan, faced with the surrounding shouts of surprise, grew so angry she almost blurted out that her mother was fine in public.

Yuan Yuan got into the car, took two minutes to familiarize herself with the manual gear shift, smoothly releasing the clutch and pressing the accelerator with her foot, twisting the steering wheel with her left hand and shifting gears with her right. Her fluid movements made the car roar ahead like a cannonball.

Yuan Yuan saw Jiang Peiwei enter a tea restaurant and followed after a while, sitting in a corner. She ordered a cup of coffee and watched coldly.

However, the window was not very well opened; only a faint view of pale jadeite mingling with the gleaming stone could be seen.

Some said Zhao Liang tried to win over Wang Mengyan with a piece of two-toned jadeite; others claimed they quarreled over a high-quality icy jade.

“Could it be some fierce beast?” A somewhat childish voice, tinged with fear and curiosity, whispered softly outside the iron cage. Then came the faint rustle of fabric, as if someone was trying to get closer, driven by an irresistible curiosity.

After a cup of tea, Luo Fan understood: aside from the men in black, the other party’s artifact wasn’t affected by the magnetic mountain, but it was awkward in their hands, seeming to be used only temporarily.

Mo Nian looked at Ji Qingmo’s confident face, carrying the unique arrogance of youth—yet without any derogatory meaning.

“What’s her temperature now?” Mo Nian recalled feeling a slightly elevated heat when touching Shi Sheng’s forehead.

She approached, rubbing the edges of Li Yin’s shoe, then Bai Zhenlin’s, and finally the pant leg of Li Shenyan, looking up at him.

But at the moment of their success, two forces of heaven and earth suddenly surged uncontrollably, lightning entering Tang Mubai’s body.

“Damn it, where to go?” Luo Dongshi panicked. The road ahead was growing wider, but King Wu Fuchai was advancing toward her. Even with ninety-nine heads and a hundred courage, she dared not push forward. Yet, there seemed to be no path on either side.

At this time, she was actively preparing her songs, so she generally disliked answering phone calls.

Siyue climbed out of bed and instinctively took out her moonbud jade pendant, feeling increasingly horrified.

After all, the visitor was the capable aide of General Zhang Anshi, his right-hand man, signifying Zhang’s personal presence.

Regarding these matters, Chen Xiao said only that he would consider them; as for the artists, all would have to audition.

Wang Ke picked up the item inside and after a moment of examination, his eyes suddenly brightened.

“Isn’t that Zhang Fei, the one who just fought us?” Yan Xing pointed toward the second mounted general on the left as they charged forward.

“It’s just a dying struggle!” The man sneered coldly as he stepped forward, cracking his long whip again, knocking down all three flying darts.

After shouting once more, two black-backed dogs suddenly recoiled as if struck by lightning, as if confronted by a terrifying predator. They whimpered lowly and retreated in fear.

A True Dragon Core wrapped in deep red flames hovered midair. Upon closer inspection, fiery threads coiled and flowed across its surface, radiating vivid spiritual energy. More importantly, the core emitted a powerful vitality that stirred the hearts of all present.

Newman and Lucy then stood to take their leave; they still had preparations to make before returning home and had no time to linger.

Ju An and Qiao Anna went downstairs together; this time, Ju An drove Qiao Anna’s car to the restaurant, no need to call for a ride.

Wu Jian waited on a bustling avenue that appeared to have many passersby, having skipped breakfast.

Ye Mo did not hesitate to grasp the porcelain bottle. At his level, alongside Dantai Bupo and the Southern Demon faction, ordinary high-grade spirit wine no longer sufficed to restore their magic power quickly. Only rarer spiritual items could do so, such as this precious underground spirit milk produced deep within the spirit stone veins.

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