Chapter 338: Boost Everyone's Courage

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up; they had never expected Shangguan Haoyan to let Lin Tianyang off the hook so easily, especially now when the set was already fully prepared and there was simply nothing left to do.

Nodding his head, Long Zeting replied, "Pardon my intrusion, but allow me to introduce myself once more. I am Tian Tian's husband, Long Zeting! A soldier, holding the rank of Colonel." It was not that he wished to flaunt his status, but rather that he discerned Fan Xiaoxuan and Qi Lingfeng's deep concern and anxiety for Tian Tian, and disclosing his rank was meant to set their minds at ease.

Upon arriving at the dining room, Long Chenxuan swept his gaze across the chamber, his brow furrowing slightly: "Mother, my stomach aches a little." Having spoken, he cast a meaningful side-glance at Long Chen'ang.

Because Jiang Shaoyou had swam a considerable distance horizontally after diving into the depths, when he finally resurfaced, he did not appear alongside the yacht.

"Do not cry out so loudly, you will frighten everyone! Go, have Ah Wen pour me a glass of honey water, and tell him my blood sugar has dropped." Forcing down the nauseating wave of dizziness, Tian Tian closed her eyes.

With but a single glance, Wang Yuan could discern that Yan Qingcheng possessed absolutely no innate talent for cultivating immortality, lacking even the slightest cultivation in martial arts; how could she possibly comprehend so many things unknown to the rest of the world?

Jiaojiao was presumably provoked by my words, for she spilled everything in a frantic rush before weeping even more bitterly. By now, several students from their class had already begun poking their heads out to watch.

It was not due to status discrimination or anything of the sort, but rather because a malicious incident of harassment had once occurred upon Planet Tianqiong.

Though the Samsung Group was undeniably powerful, this was South Korea, a nation that ostensibly upheld the law and communicated with the entire world via the internet.

"Very well, I shall contact sister." Yoona reached out to Im Yoon-jin, briefly explaining the situation, whereupon Cheon Jun-hyeok immediately hurried downstairs.

The meat was exceptionally tender, yet it left a sticky sensation in the mouth, falling slightly short when compared to Shen Mingtang's culinary craft.

I shall strive to update with another chapter, though it may be posted somewhat late; my cough is growing increasingly severe, which truly hinders my typing speed and train of thought.

"Since you refuse to surrender, then all of you shall perish! Slay them, leave not a single soul alive, slaughter every last one of them!" Ji Yan seemed to have lost all patience, roaring directly in a fit of absolute hysteria.

"That depends on whether your information is worth me taking such a risk." Shen Mingtang was by no means an easy man to dupe.

When he crashed heavily upon the ground, one could see that his chest had completely collapsed and caved in; he died a tragic death on the spot, leaving only a pair of wide, staring eyes that refused to close even in death.

"Fool, to actually manage to lose your way!" Leng Aoxue cursed under her breath, the ember of rage within her crimson eyes having completely vanished, though her beautiful face remained frozen: "We shall embark on the mission tomorrow!" The words having fallen, she pushed open the door and stepped outside.

A sinister smile crept onto the brawny man's lips, whereupon he snatched up the iron rod beside him and swung it directly toward Ye Feng's groin.

Years ago, Nangong Fu had banished their entire family from the Imperial Capital, leaving them to fend for themselves without a single shred of care or inquiry; indeed, from the moment Nangong Huohu was born until now, Nangong Fu had never cast a single glance upon him.

Ju Xin gazed upon the corpses of the Yan people in the distance; he even beheld his own son lying within that mound of dead bodies.

"Haha, you old fire dragon have already ascended to the divine realm; if we old fellows do not exert ourselves a bit more, we won't have the face to keep mingling around in the future..." Perfected Master Jihuan joked.

"A First Heaven Mysterious Immortal is simply too weak." Li Qing shook his head and did not give chase; by now he had come to know the true extent of the combat power he could achieve, yet he also discovered that this had not reached his limit, meaning his fighting strength far exceeded that of a First Heaven Mysterious Immortal.

Fortunately, this was not America; otherwise, trespassing upon another's domain without cause would grant them the unconditional right to shoot you dead.

In the past, Xu Shijie had possessed this object; however, the slaughter he wrought in the Immortal Realm was too heavy, and his own providence had been nearly exhausted. Yet, from the moment he was swallowed by the mysterious creature until he succumbed to demonic possession, he had not perished, precisely because the Primordial Spirit Bottle guarded the last remaining shred of his providence.

The trio walked through a short corridor only to find that the scenery within the haunted house differed little from any other; after witnessing these sights, Ichimaru Gin and Tono Mihou remained as unperturbed as ever.

"Xiaolian, Miss Ye, can you hear me?" he shouted loudly, yet only the sound of the wind brushing through the grass echoed around him; no one answered, and not a single silhouette could be seen.

"Hmph, do you truly believe this can trap me?" The spirit of the divine artifact snorted with disdain. Believing the spirit was still putting up a desperate resistance, Li Qing flicked his sleeve, unleashing a powerful aura that enveloped the mass of flames before casting it out of the Nine Serenities Treasure Tower.

"If he lives, I shall accompany him; if he dies, I shall accompany him as well. You need not trouble yourself." The Peony Fairy declared her stance once more. Whether the young master lived or died, she would stay by his side.

The long drawn-out meal felt slightly relieved the moment Wang Baichuan stepped out to answer a phone call; Bai Zhi lowered her chopsticks, drank some water, and let out a burp, feeling a faint ache begin to stir in her stomach.

"Captain, you refuse to admit your eyesight is failing, but I saw it very clearly just now—Xingyu is completely unharmed." Ye Wuchou remarked from the side.

Only then did Cheng Qi learn that the one sent by the Imperial Noble Consort's decree to apprehend her was none other than Ji Beihou, a man whose reputation had recently soared in the Upper Capital, becoming Deacon Qi's capable right-hand man at barely over twenty years of age.

The schedule for this day was rather peculiar; the home court belonged to Wang Jue, who was to engage in a continuous war of attrition against multiple opponents. Originally slated for three matches, another was later appended, making it four in total.