Chapter 47: The Plastic Brothers

“What? Onawin is dead?”

At Saint John’s Hospital in Vacheng, Wang Yi sat up abruptly, stunned upon receiving the call.

The pain from his leg wound flared as he gritted his teeth and demanded, “What happened exactly? Tell me in detail.”

The voice on the other end reported, “The security team said a stone fell from the steel beam and crushed him. I don’t know the specifics.”

“How could a stone fall from a steel-structured ceiling?” Wang Yi, familiar with public bidding and well-versed in market realities, knew such a thing was impossible.

“Damn it, could that kid be behind this?”

Last night’s encounter with Zhao Chen came to mind. The Starfall Soul Technique is divided into three stages: the first corresponds to the acquired realm, the second to innate divine power, and the third to innate soul power.

He clenched his teeth as his blade movements surged like a rampant tiger and soaring dragon, heavy waves of fury crashing down.

Rumors circulated that among the top ten factions, some had already acquired magical artifacts, even materials of artifact-grade quality, and high-grade spiritual medicines.

But as the words left his mouth, his face flushed deeply, casting a resentful glance at Situ Jiao, and he dared not entertain any further thoughts.

Manjing and Qiao Xianyun exchanged amused looks. Eventually, Qiao Xianyun arranged for a vehicle, and they transported their belongings home.

The bow trembled violently, emitting a powerful suction that drained the blood energy cultivation bestowed by Wang Pengfei.

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His breathing was strong and steady; closing his eyes, the sound of his exhales was as imposing as a fierce beast nearby. Clearly, his internal force cultivation was substantial.

In an instant, Gao Wu’s fists became countless afterimages, each strike carrying overwhelming power, landing heavily on the creature.

Gao Wu and the others stood silently behind Elder Huo, unable to urge him forward, resigned to wait.

Yang Lingxiao was now a favored figure before the Sage. Although the Sage sent him again to the northern border, it was because of his value.

The commotion in the Blue Mirror Sea had subsided; much damage was done, and, ironically, the destroyed items were precious ones, while the less valuable remained untouched.

Fortunately, people were leaving in small groups, making his actions less conspicuous.

The Dao manifested from his fingertips, instantly immobilizing Suxi. But Suxi was strong, exerting full force of Dao and martial energy, breaking free in the next moment.

Everyone received their reward items—equipment or otherwise. I only noticed Mo Zitong acquiring a purple-gold ring and happily equipping it.

Applause ceased as Chen Yuanfang respectfully nodded to Wang Zifan and took a seat, drawing envious glances from the crowd.

What should the Evergreen Sword Sect do? This was the pressing crisis. Suddenly, a series of breaking news thrust the sect into the eye of the storm.

Ye Zimei, without hesitation, peeked forward and recognized a familiar figure by the desk, then lifted her foot slightly.

With a gesture, a sharp branch suddenly extended from the blood thread, piercing through Suxi’s hands with a “hiss.”

Special ability: high probability of entangling attack, causing the target to lose 10% health per second.

Though the injuries were not fatal, the pain was undeniable! He grimaced in agony, cursing relentlessly. They were all top-tier prodigies of the Demonic Clan, recently triumphing two against one and severely damaging cultivators of the allied eight sects, yet unexpectedly nearly killed by residual effects.

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Old Jin knew his temper and dared not provoke him, repeatedly apologizing to Moga Yi, who verbally dismissed it but wore a displeased expression.

Without confirmed information, they dared not enter the village hastily, though their faces showed growing concern.

An Luo Chu nodded and nestled into his arms, Gu Yangchen holding her tightly. On such a night, to hold her close, feel her warmth and heartbeat, he desired nothing more. An Luo Chu, a little greedy, shrank closer, her mind empty of past or future—only him.

“Monk, are you alright?” Zhang Yadong hurriedly grabbed the monk’s only arm. Seeing the sweat-drenched head and pale face, his heart sank with worry.

“We came with Count Ougna. Do you know the Count?” Qin Yong kept shouting at the soldiers.

E Jingbai seemed deaf to it all, offering no explanation, lowering her head to busy herself endlessly at her desk.

Zhao Er Ye’s words sparked a momentary heat in my mind, but I was no longer the newcomer. His words were clearly an attempt to win me over but in truth, a trap. If I agreed, I’d be at war with Zhao Yu and Huang Jinshan, weakening us all.

He Xun and Uncle Lin had schemed long and hard, on the verge of victory, only to see it slip away—proving human plans are no match for heaven’s.

“Where’s Luo Chu? They didn’t harm her, did they? I need to find her and clarify—it’s not her fault.” Ling Yang struggled to rise.

What he said was true without exaggeration, yet failed to gain the crowd’s approval.

“I don’t know if it’s impressive, but it’s terrifying to think about. She’s not even born yet—how can there be matters concerning him?” I asked.