Chapter 47

Passing by Old Man Liu's stall, Li Chenglong instinctively lowered his head even further. However, the drifting aroma of meat and the rich scent of soup forced their way into his nostrils, making him swallow involuntarily. He had no choice but to lower his head still further, believing that what the eyes cannot see, the heart does not grieve over.

"Dragon-painting and eye-dotting?" A trace of doubt flashed through Ye Yingfeng's mind. What kind of technique was this? He had never heard of it before. Yet, he sensed a measure of confidence in the opponent's tone. Trapped within this invisible cage, he struggled to turn his head, wishing to discern some clues from the fat Taoist priest.

Tong Xin chimed in from the side, "But won't long-term use of the neural connection system leave any aftereffects?" The game controls of Gods and Demons Legend utilized an extremely advanced neural connection system to link with the player's body. Upon logging out of the game, a piece of auxiliary hardware remained connected to the player's physical form.

"If I say it is not, then it is not. How can you accuse me of denying it?" Shi Jingtian did not even glance at the painting, speaking with an expressionless and unperturbed demeanor.

Guo Huiliang's halberd attacked Ming Xuan like shooting stars streaking across the sky! The momentum was incomparably violent and unstoppable! Ming Xuan's dark sword was no slouch either; the Drifting Snow Sword Technique erupted instantly, weaving a dense net of swords in a split second to block Guo Huiliang's assault.

Bai Feng's face turned beet red, and his eyes bulged wide. Had his two accompanying companions not stepped forward in time to pull him back, a fierce battle would likely have been inevitable—which was precisely the effect Zhen Shifeng desired.

Without needing to guess, one knew that these people must all have emerged from the chaotic universe, wishing to venture across the other shore. Perhaps, just like them, they had just arrived at the other shore only to be captured and made slaves.

Of course, this applied to martial artists like Chen Tong, who had opened up a second divine sea. If it were Liu Fan, although he was likewise a martial artist of the Divine Sea Realm, he would never be able to accomplish such a feat.

"Is this what they call not even leaving a trace of residue?" Seeing this scene, the God of Thunder, who was hiding at the edge of the valley to watch the battle, could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. He estimated that his own end would likely be the same shortly.

Among the five or six people standing in front of Meng Nan, not a single one managed to light up the white bead. The middle-aged man's expression, already stern to begin with, turned somewhat dark at this moment, terrifying those behind him so much that none dared to even draw a full breath.

Chen Nian felt extremely puzzled regarding this "outsider." Although Daheng had not stayed inside for as long as Jun Shimei, rushing in twice and managing to break free both ways was something that had not happened even once in the past million years. Indeed, no one had ever attempted such a thing before.

Su Ruyin bit her lips and said, "I know you are trying to provoke me, but I don't mind letting you provoke me." She laid her trump cards on the table ahead of time.

Yet he also sensed that it was somewhat nervous. Just like the previous six times, the phoenix feathers shed, its entire body turned to ice, and it spun at high speed in mid-air before finally landing on the golden silk thread, transforming into a phoenix egg.

"It is fortunate the academy issued a reminder; otherwise, I would have had no idea about this matter," Zhou Wutian said.

"Siyu!" Yun Chen was startled and hurriedly caught Shen Siyu's falling body, only to discover that she had already lost consciousness.

"Has the court's shipment of one hundred thousand shi of disaster-relief grain not arrived yet?" Duan Cizong pursued the question.

Xue Changqing looked at his subordinates around him, who long since harbored no intentions of resistance, and could only let out a long sigh, dropping the steel saber in his hand as instructed. Following his action, the others likewise laid down their weapons, finally averting an unnecessary battle.

Fearing something, it invariably arrives. After looking around both sides with no results, the two Japanese pirates conferred with each other and then split up, one stealthily moving into the woods while the other stepped toward the riverside.

Liu Yuhan desperately wanted to say she did not need Chen Lin's help. Losing face in front of her students made her feel that, as a teacher, she had no dignity left. Yet Chen Lin's strong and powerful arm unexpectedly gave her a comforting sensation. Startled, she quickly shook her head to collect her wits and walked toward the guest room, no longer resisting Chen Lin's assistance.

After pondering through the night and discussing with Zhang Keji for more than an half an hour the next day, Jiang Anyong set off with Guo Huiliang and Hutou in high spirits, heading toward Yellow Sheep Mountain to view the scenery. Along the way, short pavilions connected with long pavilions, thatched sheds stood on both sides of the resting stops, and everywhere in the fields and on the hillsides, people were busily reclaiming wasteland.

Noble Consort Xian, one of the four elite consorts of the highest first rank and the Lady Gu who had cherished Su Ruhui beyond measure ever since she entered the palace, claimed she felt unwell after consuming the pastries Su Ruhui had presented. Yu Taiqi, the head of the Imperial Medical Academy who possessed extraordinary medical skills and was a veteran official from the late emperor's era, declared that Su Ruhui's pastries contained Sorrowful Crane. Who on earth could possibly harbor any doubts?

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward, but before either party could find the words to speak, the man sitting in the wheelchair proved entirely restless.

Mu Fangnian carried the box inward, and Song Daojun offered to help carry it for her. When she refused, Song Daojun instructed Ah Xun to take it instead.

Hearing this, the soldiers turned their heads and looked toward the corner—this was the most natural first reaction. Chen Que snatched the short sword from the table and bolted out of the side room with a "swoosh."

In truth, he had no idea what the man in black looked like; at that moment, believing his time had come, he had simply blurted out words of defiance in his head. Who could have expected that the moment his shout ended, a dark figure in the forest would charge straight out, its left palm cleaving directly toward Mo Zhi's forehead?

Wen Tianzi began to believe the legends claiming that sirens capable of throwing the imperial court into turmoil must look precisely like this to genuinely possess the capital to bewitch others.

Sensing the irritation underlying his composure, Su Ruhui could not help feeling secretly annoyed that he cared so much about a rabbit, quietly signaling the two of them to get up on their own once Gan Ran went inside.

"Sister Fool, don't come over. Stay put in the back," Chen Que waved his hand to dismiss them, closed his eyes, and continued to rest and gather his strength.

"How many years have you been delivering medicine to the Prince?" The medicine was still somewhat hot; Helan Yao took it, sniffed it beneath her nose, and placed it back on the bedside table.

Liu Bang suffered yet another setback. His grand campaign for the "Pride of Mankind" election was regarded by this young man as nothing serious at all—truly leaving him unsure whether to laugh or cry.

Awakening from his memories, that familiar face was filled with a soul-stirring smile that left people deeply intoxicated. The God of Craftsmanship knew very well that this was not her; she had never smiled in such a soul-captivating manner. Her smile was normally detached and pure.