Chapter 64: Zhang Nan

After much deliberation, Jian Yun decided to return to the village first to properly research methods for increasing crop yields.

Gaoyuan stayed in Wuxi for two days, witnessing firsthand the launch and successful operation of the second ultra-violet photolithography machine, before returning to Jiangnan.

"How about this, I'll brew a cup for Father first?" Fuxi shifted the topic upon seeing this.

"Wait!" Just as Rong Zike was about to comply with the Princess Consort's request, the Prince Regent hurriedly intervened.

"Hehe, I know you have been exploring that underground city in High-Frequency City. But compared to the situation in the royal capital, that pales in significance."

"Haha, I am Wang Long, commanded by my clan's ancestor to invite fellow Daoist to enter the pavilion for a chat," the yellow-robed youth smiled.

For instance, when the primordial elixir caused four types of energy to fuse together, it not only possessed tremendous might, but also provided a massive amplification effect.

Because just a few days ago during an interrogation, through a moment of carelessness, one of them had committed suicide by taking poison.

The vast medicinal potency, having just been refined by him into the dual forces of Yin and Yang, inexplicably split into two once again.

Yet when he truly possessed the seven-piercing spirit blade and overflowing bio-energy, he instead felt somewhat lost and hesitant.

The speaker was a first-tier celebrity who had just been surrounded and interviewed by reporters. Named Qin Feng, he was rumored to be playing the role of Erlang Shen this time. This person always maintained an exceptionally good relationship with the media, so virtually no negative news ever surrounded him.

Lin Qingxuan left Tongzi County, and after flying on his sword for a short while, he suddenly saw a streak of light in the distance flying straight toward him at a speed at least double his own.

Suddenly, spiritual patterns flashed across the flat ground like a gateway. Silver light burst forth, and the five figures stepping on the ground vanished without a trace. Di Chongxiao and Lingling also disappeared simultaneously.

He had always thought that immortal-grade was the highest tier, but what kind of existence was the Martialist Alliance? Even heavenly-grade martialists held no status whatsoever within it.

"I can try, but I need the precise location of the target," Mo said, glancing toward Keine.

The reason he had been evading this issue was, firstly, that his strength had indeed made a massive breakthrough over the past century; before actually trying, he was still unwilling to give up the possibility of slaying the other party with his own hands, even though he knew that possibility was infinitesimal.

Han Tiande knew that if he continued to pester them, it would only deepen the suspicion of the Mount Yuxu ancestor. With a cold "hum," he said, "I only hope fellow Daoist keeps your word and doesn't forget what you said today!" With a flick of his sleeve, he strode away.

Hurrying all the way to the outskirts of Moon Rice Village, he saw no traces of divine light battles or blood on the ground. People and beasts alike had fallen prostrate, their corpses pale and faces frozen in terror.

A streak of lightning crashed straight down from the sky like a roaming dragon plunging from the galaxy, striking Di Chongxiao's hand. A lightning spear materialized on the spot, its shaft made of silver divine crystal, dazzling and crystalline, with a celestial dragon coiling upwards from the butt to the tip. The spearhead crackled with brilliant electricity.

It was rather ironic: the equal communication he could never find among ordinary people, outsiders, or even his own clansmen, was faintly felt instead—with a sense of nostalgia—in this person he had been fighting to the death with just a short while ago. Perhaps it was because they both belonged to the so-called category of the "strong"?

The chat stream instantly refreshed, and Ji Han almost rolled his eyes. Why did those words sound so ambiguous?

Almost in an instant, the sky-covering giant hand of the Lord of Demons was torn apart, then shattered, dissipating into endless black mist.

"Looks like this match will be interesting!" Glancing at the opposing lineup, Ji Han smiled faintly.

The ten-hundred-thousand-volt skill of the taboo explosion directly obliterated the incoming origin power, descending upon the genius at the Ninth-Turn King Realm Profound Mansion Stage.

He never expected that this seemingly gentle yet fiercely formidable girl would break through to become an innate expert in a single step.

Yet his final ranking certainly wouldn't be high, which would be equally humiliating to him and no different from being eliminated.

When Zhongli Bojun returned to the manor, everything was already in order. The two gate-guarding servants glanced at him with mixed expressions and hurriedly bowed. The three of them had set out for the lake in high spirits, only to end in dismal failure.

"Want to leave? Can you outrun the wind?" Yasuo sneered. His whirlwind slash erupted instantly, and howling gales swept forth.

Baiyang exchanged a glance with Heiyue and said softly, "Go to the stall and buy a bronze mirror—a really huge one, the kind you can't lift." Baiyang gestured with outstretched hands as he spoke.

Even if more people came from the Four Domains and Nine Realms, there would still be plenty of room to accommodate them, so there was no need to worry about that at all.

Dining with Ning Zicheng could hardly be called a feast of delicacies every single meal, but compared to ordinary households, it was already extremely extravagant.

The moment the message was successfully sent, Wen Yuze suddenly clutched his head and squatted down with a painful expression on his face.

Yang Rui's fists cracked as he clenched them, his expression instantly turning gloomy. Emanating a murderous aura, he closed in on the few people behind Xie Zhiyuan.

Morgana ordered her subordinates to track down the source of that energy to the fullest extent. When her subordinates reported the origin, Morgana was so happy she felt like doing a dance.

Amidst the discussion, Mao Zheliang's expression turned unsightly to the extreme. With a somewhat ferocious face, he turned back and glared at the others, instantly silencing the Mao family disciples.

The spiritual power of all three pressed down simultaneously, yet He Shaoji's speed did not drop as it had before. Even facing the onslaught of the three, he dodged cleanly out of the way; as long as he wished, they wouldn't be able to touch a corner of his clothes even if they exhausted themselves to death.

You bastard would rather spend a huge price to forcibly raise her strength than share even a tiny bit of benefit with me?

On Angit's body, intense flames burned fiercely, subsequently forming a huge fire dragon that roared forward with formidable momentum.

"Damn it, according to my calculations, our current position is actually quite close to our destination," Lister revealed a troubled expression.

Back when he was still an official wizard, he had dared to bravely barge into another faction's territory alone to cause a ruckus just for his student.

The moment these two priceless treasures entered their mouths, everyone present stared fixedly, not daring to take even a full breath.

Another voice rang out behind the spacetime swordsman. If it had been auditory hallucinations earlier, he could now be certain of it, and his body trembled with excitement.

"Come over here and let me see!" Lin Qing pointed at the faint sliver of light penetrating through the dog-hole, signaling his "roommate" to come over.

"You're a pig." With that, she heavily stamped her feet on the floor as if it were her mortal enemy, marching toward Shangguan Jue with loud, heavy steps.