Chapter 139: Probing
The white-collar worker’s face stiffened the moment Jian admitted it, a flicker of jealousy flashing through his eyes. Yet he stubbornly insisted, “Master and servant—it's just a game.” This time, however, he dared only mutter it under his breath.
Li Changsheng showed no reaction, but Jian’s gaze had already shifted...
“Perhaps I should explain things clearly to the two elders; maybe they’ll change their minds.” Xu Feng was still young, his thoughts easily swayed by outside influences, wavering back and forth.
Teaching a new disciple to sixth-level alchemy was a milestone; the contribution points immediately soared by a thousand. Yet such disciples were so rare that Yunqing Garden might only see one or two every few decades or even a century—an insignificant number in the grand scheme.
“Then let’s proceed. First, have the GUYS fighter jets launch Specium missiles at Barton’s venom sacs.” Ryo Aihara lifted his helmet, ready to strike, only to be stopped by Assistant Noyama.
When they learned the Artemis was trapped on the moon, Zhu Tao immediately suggested deploying the Starfleet constellation.
He had finally succeeded; his perception was now a hundred times stronger than before, if not more.
With Yunshan present, using the Water Blade technique was inadvisable. However, their opponents were all Foundation Establishment experts, so they had to exert their full strength. Suddenly, Zhang Zhiping burst from underground, dozens of golden needles converging before him, rapidly attacking Zhou An. In the blink of an eye, golden needles enveloped Zhou An’s entire body once more.
“Tian Youming, take your sister and leave first. I’ll follow soon.” After the outcome, the Zhan family ceased controlling Tian Youming, who immediately rushed onto the Ice Platform, where Yi Chen handed over Tian Youying to him.
During this time, every wanderer stranded afar had but one wish in their heart—to return home for the New Year.
Mars had already received news and prioritized taking care of the larger fragment, though the meteor had yet to reach Martian orbit by quite a stretch.
His power was far too great. Struggling was futile; better to give up the will to survive.
Huang Yun’s words were ones she had long heard before—from her master in his final moments: “Forget the world, and may your immortal companions grow old with you.”
Zhu Yingying was puzzled but still reached out to support him as they walked on. Coincidentally, the palace guards saw this and, thinking Lord Lu was having a sudden bout of hysteria due to old age, ordered a soft chair brought to carry him out.
It was just climbing a wall and sneaking through a door to take something without permission—was such a grand display really necessary to intimidate someone?! Jiang Ming, who had just calmed down, was on the verge of breaking down again.
“Sorry, Sarkozy, I got too excited. This is big news. Are you sure it’s him?” The balding middle-aged man laughed awkwardly, lowering his head and speaking softly.
The Wild Lion laughed disdainfully, raising an arm as a surge of mystic energy burst forth, forming a lifelike golden lion’s claw in midair. Fearlessly, it clashed head-on with its opponent.
“Understood, Conqueror.” Bansaru stood up from the top of his head and walked to the bow, blowing his beast horn at his waist.
“Guardian Chief?” Chen muttered to himself. Though the Guardian Chief hadn’t appeared yet, his aura clearly surpassed that of a Saint-Rank Emperor. On second thought, if this Guardian Chief belonged to the same lineage as Ying Tengwu, then their situation was truly dire.
“I’ve corrected people countless times, but since I’m temporarily in charge of Stanford’s ‘Biological Laboratory’ on the island, everyone still calls me Doctor. I figure within a year or two, I’ll officially earn the title, so it doesn’t hurt to be called that early.”
Bage and Lao Jiu glanced up to see a sly, shifty-eyed middle-aged man standing before a thatched hut. It was nearly winter, yet the man wore straw sandals and a raincoat. Sparse yellow whiskers hung from his chin, his face bearing a thoroughly lecherous expression.