Chapter 153: Nickname, God Emperor!

Li Chang'an transferred the temporary reincarnation authority to Li Jianfei.

With the temporary authority in hand, standard procedure required Li Jianfei to journey to the Hall of Divine Prayer to undergo his second reincarnation.

Yet, the Hall of Divine Prayer opened but once a year, reserved exclusively for the graduates.

This year's ceremony had already concluded months ago.

In other words, should Li Jianfei wish to become a permanent reincarnator, he would have to wait until next year at the earliest.

Li Chang'an found such a prospect rather tedious.

The Son of Heaven, Jun, recoiled in slight astonishment, shifting his weight as his folding fan snapped open and shut with a sharp crack, deflecting the tri-colored light toward a nearby wooden table. With a soft hiss, the table blackened into charcoal before crumbling into a heap of pale ash.

And this young man was none other than Qiu Xingyun, leader of the top-ranking low-tier mercenary group in this hunting festival, who had journeyed here from the mermaid tribe near the City of Carefree.

"You court death!" Yejia Xiongxin's eyes narrowed into slits as he pursued Lu Shu like a phantom, leaping forward to tread upon the shoulders of the rogue cultivators, his own silhouette beginning to dissolve once more into the air.

Fortunately, since the Silver Dawn Mercenary Group possessed the training methods of legitimate knights, he might yet find an opportunity to learn the rudimentary arts of knighthood from them.

Long Jianfei paid no heed to his words, though the exchange caused Ye Jintian's impression of him to sour somewhat, mistaking it for a display of intimacy between the two.

Chen Jun followed behind them, looking thoroughly drained, and could only sigh in speechless exasperation upon seeing Qiao Bo blow a kiss to Xichen. The moment Zheng Chenheng witnessed this display, he understood that Qiao Bo must have stayed the night at their place, leaving Chen Jun to fret in misery the whole evening.

Cheng Yan quietly rolled up his sleeves, and Jin Che, knowing exactly what he intended to do, felt a shiver of dread course through him.

Upon entering the city, his eyes fell at once upon a grand tavern, a structure far more magnificent than the Prefectural Governor’s estate in Zhengzhou, soaring high and sprawling wide across several tiers, each adorned with balconies where dancers swayed and musicians played.

Had everyone attempted to enter, the space would never have held them, so in the end, only those at the higher echelons of spiritual mastery, like Nangong Yunyao and Fang Huatian, stepped inside.

To his mind, since the news had been leaked to Sanchez through the mouths of those missionaries, the Governor of Manila would surely never let such a golden opportunity slip through his fingers.

She was not Baal; her physical resilience and resistance to lightning were far weaker, and this single blow proved almost too much for her to bear.

Tai Yun'er’s long hair fell in gentle waves, her smile a picture of innocence, yet her fiery silhouette was fully revealed in denim shorts and a midriff-baring halter top.

The Moltres offered no reply, its gaze merely tracking the retreating figure of Qian Lin being dragged away into the distance, and the two helpless humans remaining on the ground.

Kidnapping a professional made things far simpler; without needing any explanation, Kim Heechul naturally slipped into his role.

Ye Wushuang was watching to see how the situation would unfold when Ji Shen seized her wrist with immense force, dragging her all the way from the banquet hall to the waiting carriage.

Transporting such a vast quantity of supplies and armaments back to Qingyang Town by human strength alone was impossible, so yesterday, upon confirming Zhou Weiguo's willingness to join the New First Regiment, Shen Quan had dispatched two Dragon Squad warriors posthaste to Qingyang Town, ordering Sun Desheng to bring the horse-drawn wagons through the night to Feihu Ridge to load the weapons and gear.

Liu Qingxu observed his smile—it was thoroughly wicked and dark, tinged with a hint of the uncanny and a touch of smug satisfaction.

Lin Chen did not believe a single word, yet he was content enough to pass the time in conversation, for his mind was plagued by no small number of doubts.

"Very well! Get to work and stop trying to laze about!" Though she was moved, she remained clear-sighted about their present circumstances and could not help but urge him forward.

Princess Pingyang had long since ordered a feast to be prepared for them, consisting largely of delicacies that Chu Zhongling favored.

Thus, Noah subsequently commanded the Guardians of each floor to strictly forbid any creature within the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick from venturing onto the surface.