Volume 1, Chapter 127: The Pantheon

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Unable to withstand the sheer intensity of the force, the clothing began to tear apart. The shredded fabric bit deep into the mustache-wearing man’s flesh. Blood seeped slowly from his skin, painting a scene of utter misery.

Donning a black-veiled bamboo hat, he smiled. "Very good. It is time for me to step into the Xiantian realm." With that, he departed the scene like a gust of wind.

The assistant manager felt this was an insult, a torment born of distrust. He was teetering on the edge of a breakdown, his psyche fracturing, and throughout this training, he cursed inwardly with every passing second.

The two returned with almost no spoils, yet for them, the journey itself was the greatest harvest. They had brought back only 680 dog teeth, which sold for 1,380 gold coins. Old Nine gave the entire sum to Baili for her to spend as she pleased.

A rogue immortal could handle one or two such incidents, but as time passed and more people caught wind, the immortal could no longer hold out.

"You, you, you... sigh, forget it. Still, thank you..." Liao Wangyue, never expecting Bian Siqi to be so ruthless, meant to offer a retort but held her tongue. In the end, she offered a word of thanks and left the ward, feeling dejected.

Though she was aware of her predicament, as the danger closed in, Ying Sha found herself without a sliver of true essence to protect her. Instinctively, she looked within her mind, where a new building had appeared surrounding the golden card—curling smoke drifted like ink in a landscape painting.

Seeing the arrays spread across the surroundings and sensing the aura emanating from every hilltop, the rogue cultivators realized that escape was impossible. They had no choice but to accept this reality, whether it would lead to fortune or ruin.

Thus, the hundreds of thousands of troops in Northeast City exited through the gap left by the Russian Empire and began their retreat toward Dragon City in the rear. Faced with the withdrawal of the Xiaoyao Empire, the Russian Empire chose not to attack. Since they could take Northeast City without losing a single soldier, they saw no reason to make unnecessary sacrifices.

The ground beneath his feet felt viscous. Chang Le looked down and realized he was walking through a pool of blood.

Moreover, these magical beasts were of a very high level, almost all above level ninety, which proved immensely helpful in boosting Mi Du’s strength. Old Nine’s task was to severely wound the beasts, then allow Mi Du to deliver the killing blow, leaving the carcasses for A-Dai to devour.

Upon learning that she and Qin Tianming shared no blood ties, Qin Ruoyun conceived of a new method of compensation.

A playful look flickered in Qing Ling’s dark brown eyes. Whatever you desire, I shall grant it to you.

"What is the matter? Give your brother and sister a little time; those fellows outside will be dealt with shortly. You need not dwell on it," Luo Chen said, assuming Qing Huang was still troubled.

"It is too late. From the moment that man said he would strip me of my clothes, you were all dead men!" Fu Mengru said coldly.

A young man stood by his side, carefully attempting to drape a blanket over him. Just as he turned to leave, the person on the recliner stirred and slowly opened his eyes.

Luo Chen was told to wait at the guard station while someone took his invitation to the Academic Affairs Office for verification. The office was in a state of chaos, busy organizing and coordinating the lists submitted by various departments and classes throughout the morning.

Alchemists were known for their eccentricities, and those of higher rank even more so; everyone was accustomed to it. They were all well aware of the goal of Luo Chen’s visit, but he was by no means the only one coveting the Holy Spirit Fruit.

The nobles watched the shocking scene with a growing sense of powerlessness. Their personal guards walked to the main entrance and stood as a blockade, while the nobles descended the stairs and entered the center of the hall.