Chapter 58: Injury

As for Captain Angxing Teisi, he was still buried in his work, and lately, he had noticed his hair thinning.

At the same time, his gaze swept toward an old man sitting beside him, dressed in a grey long robe, with a stubbly beard, looking to be around fifty or sixty years old.

However, because Dan Masamune was trapped deep in his own thoughts, he failed to notice that the prison at this moment was exceptionally quiet.

"Don't be so anxious. Come on, the two of you, touch it with your hands," Liyang said softly. Wang Jian and Tan Wei couldn't help casting a glance at Liyang.

Immediately afterward, Jue Wusha's hands transformed into razor-sharp claws, carrying a towering baleful aura as he lunged repeatedly toward Chu Feng, unleashing blow after blow.

By this time, Yutong had successfully awakened the bloodline power of the Shennong heritage within her with the aid of the Shennong Cauldron, complemented by the mastery of the complete Shennong Medical Classic.

"Put away those wild thoughts of yours and focus on undergoing the tribulation," the old man's voice boomed like rolling thunder. Simultaneously, a resounding slap landed on Li Cheng's face, almost sending him flying straight away, a burning pain radiating instantly from his cheek.

At that moment within the palace, Garuo looked at Chu Feng's stunned expression and quickly poked him.

"This is the greatest joy in life, without exception." Xiao Zhengtu buried his head in the crook of her snow-white neck, breathing in the fragrance emanating from her body.

Many of the dreamers who had not yet left stopped in their tracks, pointing at Liyang and mocking him incessantly.

Ye Fan had encountered such a situation before, so he was not particularly flustered. His face remained as still as water, and he tilted his head slightly, concealing his presence and regulating his breath. Lifting his foot, he slowly and unhurriedly took a light step backward.

Qingcheng shook her head slightly, not taking it to heart. Narrowing her eyes, she sensed a familiar, long-lost aura lingering in this place.

Her tone carried the jealous tone of a lover. Every action, smile, and flash of anger from Li Yuli seemed completely natural, devoid of any strange affectation. It was just like the former her, who would only question He Qingfan about such matters while ignoring everything else.

Steward Guan saw her smile, and it felt as though all his hard work had been worth it. With a sigh of relief, he wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, ordered his subordinates to pack her belongings neatly, and then withdrew.

Perhaps Xie Wan knew this Ziyin, or perhaps she had some entanglement with him. Unfortunately, she possessed none of Xie Wan's memories and remained completely oblivious.

Once the idea of eating the egg was dismissed, Guchen finally settled down completely. At the very least, while the thought lingered in his mind, he would no longer put it into action.

With the fusion of the slaying-immortal sword qi, a formidable power surged within He Qingfan's body, expanding him to the limit.

An enraged, muffled roar burst from Xiao Ran's throat as he raised his massive fists and smashed them straight down toward Nalan Yuchen.

Muyan poured out her reasoning in a single breath, and a blissful smile bloomed across her face especially when mentioning Guchen.

Thus, the High Priest began a symbolic prayer to the heavens atop the city wall. Yet after dancing like a divine shaman for nearly the time it took for a stick of incense to burn, not only did the heavenly gods fail to return, but he ended up entering the monarch's phoenix carriage right along with the others.

And now, the man was ultimately about to follow in Haiting's footsteps. Mo Chen felt that he deserved to die, and so did those people who, ignorant of the facts, spoke so brazenly and judged the parties involved at will—they all deserved to die.

In Huo Bao's plan, Xu Fu should have returned to the Great Tang a step earlier to make preparations for the rendezvous, but unfortunately, that scene never materialized.

With that, he pulled a dagger from his waist, held it in a reverse grip, and advanced step by step toward Meijie. The blood-red hue in his eyes made it abundantly clear that this was no harmless joke.

In fact, Mo Chen had just wanted to ask Zhengyi how he had managed to get here, and what about the others? Where had everyone gone? More importantly, seeing Zhengyi again, he never brought up Ying'er once.

Hearing Yang Yi's words, Zhou He and the others also smiled brightly. The subtle estrangement that had originally arisen upon learning of Yang Yi's seemingly profound background quietly vanished into thin air.

Lin Yue nodded, still believing that someone must have been playing supernatural tricks rather than anything genuinely mystical happening.

The hand with which Li Linhao held his saber was already trembling. The tone of his voice carried no emotion, even though it sounded remarkably weak.

Besides, the Four Saints Testing Zen Hearts and the Ginseng Fruit Banquet at Wuzhuang Temple had already occurred once, and Guanyin Bodhisattva had already shown herself. What was the point of testing them over and over again?

Consumed by anger, Yin Xiuyue's delicate body trembled violently, and the finger she pointed was aimed directly at Guo Nu, who was currently suppressed and unconscious.

Roger thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps. But regardless, as long as the Grand Swordsman is here, he can at least ensure that the other party won't dare to openly play dirty. Once Dean Timo arrives in the royal capital in a couple of days, the entire situation will stabilize." As he spoke, he subtly increased the distance between himself and the Green Earl.

From what he saw last night, that burial envoy was roughly equivalent to his own strength before his breakthrough. Back then, he hadn't feared such a figure, let alone now.

Back at the ruined temple, that old woman surnamed Zhao had waved a kitchen knife near his throat and even inspected his belly, seemingly studying where to cut him open.

Aunt Ma nodded vigorously. At this moment, she looked thoroughly exhausted, but her gaze grew increasingly resolute.

In truth, she couldn't entirely be blamed; she was merely using her own "survival method" to find a sense of security for herself—seeking a safe sanctuary in the apocalypse at the cost of her own body.

An old saying goes that anger can, to a certain extent, ignite human potential. This adage applied equally well to the black bear demon beast.

Su Mo'er rubbed her arms and walked toward the woodshed, pondering the idea of lighting a campfire inside the woodshed when she went to sleep at night. Having a fire burning would at least drive the dampness out of the air.

Zhou Yu had no idea how many times he had kicked him. In short, he kept kicking until he was completely out of breath before finally stopping.