Chapter 237: Martial Arts New Star Competition!

Not only did Wu Yong quickly accept Li Chang'an's explanation, but he also stroked his chin thoughtfully, murmuring, "To think such a talent exists. It is simply born for the martial path!"

Predicting an enemy's movements and reacting in advance was one thing, but to execute it with such precision, stability, and ruthlessness made the talent truly enviable.

Yet, having reached this thought, Wu Yong quickly remembered something else, recalling Li Chang'an's pitifully low vital blood.

He could not help but frown.

"I am a patient... yet you exploit me like this. I actually wouldn't mind the breakfast made by your adjutant, Xu Feng!" Luo Qimo climbed out of bed lazily.

This plague was no mere common cold; what was a plague? It was something that could easily claim a life once contracted, and no matter how high one's martial arts, who could guarantee returning unscathed from its grasp?

"Ask no more, you need only understand that it comes from another Elven King," Ordinary spoke thus. Afterward, he leisurely walked away.

"It sounds truly terrifying, I have absolutely no desire to encounter it." Having listened, I voiced my exceptionally shallow view. For besides this, I knew not what else could be said.

But I could no longer clash with him head-on now. At a time like this, I could only yield, leaving the matter of saving Yang Feixue for later; after all, I had to look after myself first.

The Emperor of Shengming's slightly softened expression turned visibly uglier the moment his eyes fell upon Gu Chaoyan.

Xu Si had not intended to go down either, but under these circumstances, Qiqi no longer remembered Ye Tangmu, so what if a shot was actually fired?

He noted that it was the dead of night, and as he pushed open the bedroom door, he saw the lights in the main hall were still burning. He was momentarily stunned, wondering if they hadn't slept either. Long Ling crept downstairs step by step, soundlessly, yet the creaking of the floorboards betrayed him nonetheless.

"Home..." Moruier's eyes dimmed slightly. Saying nothing else, she merely repeated the single word like a chant.

To put Jian Congwei's mind at ease meant properly currying favor with Zhu Jinglan and nurturing her relationship with Lin Qingsong.

The restoration of the lacquer coffin was exceedingly complex, requiring a secure space isolated from bacteria, so everyone wore specific protective suits when entering and exiting to avoid bringing external bacterial spores into the restoration room and causing secondary contamination.

Those forcing themselves to appear healthy always wanted to try their luck, thinking that if they ran into the government forces outside, they might be saved.

Su Hanshan still vividly remembered the scene where Situ Daozi, the ancestor of the Situ family from Xueling County, despite being gravely injured, had altered the very nature of a mountain peak and unleashed a torrent of astral vital energy with a simple wave of his sleeve.

The entire lecture hall fell into silence. More than a thousand pieces of lacquer artwork were displayed directly and plainly before them, and the sheer scale of the data struck awe into everyone's hearts.

And under Bai Qiuyue's meticulous grooming, she looked stunningly beautiful. Wearing the phoenix crown and embroidered robe, Zhao Xixi had never imagined she could have such a bright and moving day, and at the thought of marrying the man she loved, her heart swelled with boundless excitement.

In her daze, she licked her glistening red lips, her canine teeth trembling slightly, and the fragrance drifting from her body grew a fraction richer.

Although aided by the system, having Su You select individuals one by one to bring into the base remained an inefficient process.

On the other side, Jiang Fuyue returned to the residence in Tianshui Alley. The moment she sat before the dressing table, Jingzhe bombarded her with a flurry of questions.

Tearing through space was a feat that only Deity Transformation experts who had mastered the divine art of teleportation could barely manage.

Allowing the three great families and those powerful and wealthy clans to come and pledge allegiance to Xu Xing one after another, becoming employees of the West Chu Company, essentially required a rather lengthy transition period; grand affairs of state were never meant to be accomplished or understood in a single day.

At this very moment, above the void, countless experts materialized—four hundred in the Semi-Immortal Realm, among which puppets accounted for more than two hundred of those Semi-Immortal puppet experts.