106 The Matching Paradox-2

Qi Zhen’s smile stiffened on his face. He did not care to guess what Nan He was about to say; he knew it would not be anything he wanted to hear.

If one were to say, "You will definitely win, it will be alright," even the speaker would not believe such words. They could serve as nothing more than a well-intentioned blessing.

Lan Dali, a man with a bloated, callous face who wore sunglasses even deep into the night, had always been a target of curiosity for everyone.

During this period, Old Nine directly blockaded the maritime territories of the Xiaoyao Empire, cutting off all contact with the outside world, save for the North-South Boundary River, which served as the sole gateway for external trade. Management of this boundary region was delegated entirely to the Qilin Trading City.

"Heh heh, let’s see where you can run to now," Luo Feng muttered within the palace, watching the images of the old man and the middle-aged man fleeing appear before him.

The sword left its scabbard and was pressed directly against Ye Fei’s neck. The old man’s face remained expressionless, as if looking at a corpse. Between the Acquired and Innate realms lay a chasm, a gap so wide that even the swiftest eagle could not cross it—a chasm so vast it bred despair and extinguished any will to resist.

Writhing in agony, his body withered. Upon closer inspection, one could see that most of the moisture in his body had evaporated, and even the blood within him had run dangerously thin.

Beside him, Xiong Fei’s eyes lit up as he listened, constantly encouraging himself to work hard enough to earn the same treatment.

Looking around, the rare medicinal herbs in the distance declared their own wonder and uniqueness: Ghost-Face Peaches, Ginseng Spirits, Crimson Sun Flowers, Chariot-Horse Mushrooms, Wolfsbane, Vermilion Fruits, Wither-Glory Flowers, Purple Jade Rice, Blood-Sucking Vines, and Passion Flowers.

"You—what nonsense are you spouting!" Bao Qiang lost his composure, glancing at Chang Zhi before quickly averting his gaze.

His explanation was naturally far-fetched. It might fool an ordinary person, but for Olina, who had lived since the ancient era, and Odaya, who possessed a rigorous and complete record of ancient history, the flaws were glaring. If nothing else, how could they—who were so powerful—not know, hear of, or see any record of such a formidable expert?

Lan Rui hurriedly slumped over the table, clutching her heart. The pain felt as if she were being flayed by a bitter, biting wind, leaving her unable to straighten her back.

However, they did not know how to use this weapon. When the time came, they would have no choice but to kill him and take the weapon back to be melted down and forged into a new implement of war.

"As for that Great Elder, the senior 'God of Alchemy' did not explain it to me. Now that my task is complete, if the Great Elder has nothing further, I shall take my leave!" Elder Luo had nothing left to do. Since he had fulfilled the request of the God of Alchemy, staying any longer would be tedious, so he decided to depart first.

Of course, he knew that since the villagers had saved him, they would not feed him anything harmful, especially now that he was a patient.

Huo Weizhi realized he had misunderstood, but he did not point it out. After taking his leave before Yuan Xiu, he strode away.

Through their interactions, she had also discovered that her grandfather seemed like a dictator, a man who possessed the world and held the power to decide the life and death of others.

Why must it be the head? Because no other part of the human body could cause such a spray of blood while leaving the wall intact.

Mo Yufan clenched his fists. As a young man who had yet to experience much of the world, he felt an inexpressible disgust toward such things. He wanted nothing more than to rush in and stop the man’s violence, yet he found himself powerless to do so.

Sun Min felt a bit discouraged. She glanced at Li Wei, then bowed to me as a sign of respect before walking out with her head hung low.

Xia Xun looked at the Young Master Du, his index finger resting on the bridge of his nose as he pondered for a long time. Finally, despite his reservations, he gave a reluctant nod, signaling his tacit agreement.

A few minutes later, with the assistance of the Strange Sequence, Yang Tian triggered the mechanism of the stone door. With a gentle push, the stone door creaked open a crack.

Watching the shock on the faces of those before him, Liang Tian showed no reaction. A slight smirk touched his lips as he continued.

"Who is that man?" After Xia Xun, Shao Yao, and Mo Xian had taken their seats around the central round table, the old Taoist priest standing by the railing outside the room stroked his long, white beard and asked in a low voice.

How difficult it was for Xu Shao’yan to make his way in the entertainment industry, they knew well. An artist without background or looks could only walk the path one step at a time.

The noise in the hall had subsided significantly. Many editors, assistants, models, and other flamboyant figures stopped wandering, casting glances toward them, whether intentional or not.

"Teacher Stephen is not here; he must be in class. There is no one in their office, so let her stay in our office for now. We can send her over once Teacher Stephen finishes his lesson," Song Li explained, noticing that everyone was looking at her.

The Four-Heaven Combat Technique had been unleashed—an absolute kill formation—yet it had been twisted into an inescapable death trap by a handful of unremarkable copper coins?

"Of course, your brother is a divine doctor! This kind of illness is a piece of cake for me!" Lin Chen said with a confident expression.

For Xueliya, the popularity she had accumulated over so many years was both a collection of memories and a source of value. To give it all up like this did not seem entirely rational.

The facts proved this to be the case, which left them shocked. To have mastered such powerful spirit-energy control as a first-year student—one could only imagine the hellish training he must have endured since childhood to reach such a state.

"Sister Rongrong, save me! If you had come any later, I would have been a goner!" Xiang Yu said. Facing Tu Shan Rongrong, who appeared calculating on the surface but was inwardly helpful, Xiang Yu truly did not know what to say.

"Hit him, hit him! Teach this loser a lesson," Wang Zhiming said from the side, watching the two with amusement, ready to enjoy a good show.