Chapter 60: A Clash of Mystic Arts to Seal the Soul

The VIP ward was crowded with people at that moment.

Zhang Qiankun, as the president of the Feng Shui Association in Qingcheng, had accumulated considerable prestige over the years.

Those who came to visit Zhang Qiankun in the ward included not only some mediocre Feng Shui masters from the association but also many individuals whose Feng Shui problems Zhang had helped solve in the past.

Among them was the old veteran Jiang Mingyuan.

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"Hahaha, Prince Ziyuan, there's no need to look any further. Those ten Demon Emperors have long been slain beneath my demonic spear!" the Purple Demon laughed.

Although he was a paying player, his gaming skills were quite impressive. In the previous game, after receiving guidance from the expert Ye Bai, he had gained deep insights into battle timing, prediction methods, and evasion techniques. This earned Ye Bai’s trust and granted him temporary command of the guild.

She used this to devise a strategic plan, instructing members of the Huaxia gang under Liu Su to jointly defend the world’s foremost stronghold. Ostensibly, it was to eliminate foreign players, but in reality, it was to exact revenge on Gan Yutong.

He left unsaid that such a lavish and extravagant tactic could probably only be executed by someone as wealthy and influential as White Arrow.

Of course, Ming Feng and the Eight-Armed Evil Dragon Wu Qiqiao were still human in form without revealing their true bodies; otherwise, they would have been too conspicuous and exposed before even approaching.

This man’s tone was fierce, as if warning others not to interfere because he was about to strike, yet his feet remained rooted firmly to the ground.

“No need. I’m just going to a concert; there’s no need for such a grand entourage,” Ye Fan smiled and shook his head.

Principal Chen Yulu’s expression noticeably soured upon hearing about Principal Sima’s sports achievements at Beiwai.

Chen Guangrui’s spiritual perception caught this moment, and he was slightly alarmed. The eighth Divine King of the Holy Spirit Clan was indeed extraordinarily powerful.

However, he seemed to have formed some vague impression—somewhere in the fog of memory, it felt as though she had fought an unknown creature.

The Snake Queen’s ambush took effect as the alien giant suddenly emitted a piercing, mournful scream. Though he stood tall and indomitable, the blood and organs inside were far less resilient than his exterior and were crumbling rapidly under the invasion of venom.

Ye Tian reached out, grasping the two of them to prevent separation. Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared before their eyes. They saw sunlight streaming through the cave entrance ahead. Xiao Yajie shook Ye Tian’s hand gently; Ye Tian quickly let go, and the three stepped out of the cave to find themselves in the Xuanji Immortal Realm.

“Of course, I’m a logistics student. My class monitor is Li Shu—you can ask her if you don’t believe me,” Jiang Yuxuan replied.

Dong Chunni’s family was quite poor, and she was planning to find some part-time work over the holidays. Initially, she intended to help at her aunt’s dumpling shop, but since her aunt’s place was already adequately staffed and she wouldn’t earn much there, she ended up helping my mother instead.

Hua Nongying once again lifted her phoenix-tail zither with one hand, relentlessly attacking Ye Tian. Ye Tian’s hand formed a crimson-scaled fire blade that cut through all the flying light blades. Hua Nongying, frustrated and helpless, intensified the damage of her musical martial technique, trying desperately to stop Ye Tian.

With these helpers, the Night Watch’s troops could be deployed more flexibly.

Unexpectedly, neither Li Ao nor Lucy interrupted at this moment, and everyone focused their attention on Jian.

Li Xun said that just by smelling the wine, one could tell it was aged. The longer it was sealed, the richer its flavor became, with a slight fragrance that gave a particularly pleasant sensation. Especially the internal organs seemed to be warmed and soothed by the wine.

The martial artist first showed surprise, then smiled: “You bastard, do you really think changing a weapon can compensate for the difference in your internal energy expenditure? Die.” Saying this, he swung his weapon toward Wu Zhenlong without caring what weapon Wu was holding.