Chapter 144: Little Cicada’s Little Cicada

The first day of the long holiday.

Chen Shian rose at five as usual. The sky was still dark, yet he had already washed and dressed and returned to his room to pack his luggage.

He had traveled light when coming down the mountain, and there was even less to bring on the way back up.

Chen Shian packed only one change of Daoist robes. The ones he was wearing had been washed for him by the class monitor.

He wondered if it was merely his imagination, but he always felt that the clothes carried a faint trace of the class monitor’s scent. At first, Chen Sh—

Of course. This matter would certainly become known to the outside world as well. With news media so highly developed nowadays, even the slightest incident involving the team would almost inevitably appear in the newspapers.

The situation had reached the point of no return. Liu Bei thought mournfully of how there was no longer any choice but to act. At that moment, he completely understood the difficult state of mind Caesar must have been in when he crossed the Rubicon.

As a military bugle sounded, synchronized shouts rang out from both wings. Hooves thundered, the earth trembled, and cavalry clad in black armor and black robes burst forth like demons emerging from the netherworld, bringing wave after wave of bloodshed in the darkness.

Equipment and items, however, were another matter entirely. They were the foundation of a Chosen One’s combat ability. Soul-bound equipment was the sole exception; the rules of the system could not be defied.

When the meal ended, Tang Hong paid the bill. Since Chen Meili was the guest who had come from afar, Tang Hong felt uncomfortable asking her to pay. Chen Meili, however, accepted readily after a few simple courtesies.

The instant he finished speaking, he struck the enormous wooden barrel with his palm and sent it flying toward Qiao Feng with a howl of wind. Then, with another gesture of his right hand, he summoned a second barrel into his grasp.

Seeing this, Xue Yuan activated the Heaven-Shifting Divine Art and raised a barrier against the divine might. An explosive boom followed as the overwhelming force rolled back. Using the “shifting” formula of the Heaven-Shifting Divine Art, she forcibly twisted the direction of the supreme power known as the “Maha Infinity,” turning the enemy’s own spear against his shield.

Thus, Zhao Bin was delighted as he knocked on Sun Man’s bedroom door. “It’s so late. Why haven’t you gone home yet? What do you want with me?”

Sun Man had only just finished bathing. Her hair was still damp, and a fragrant scent clung to her body.

A crisp cracking sound rang out. The luminescence on the surface of the deep-blue crystal vanished completely. Then, beginning at a single point, countless dense cracks spread outward. Finally, with a bang, it shattered into pieces.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The bodies of several people plunged straight into the sea, adding another streak of vivid color to the dark-blue waters.

The sword energy unleashed by Ye Yunting swiftly gathered in the sky before cleaving toward that star. With a sharp crack, the star was shaken apart and scattered in every direction.

Sarin gas was truly one of the most notorious chemical weapons in the world. It had played the leading role in the poison-gas attack carried out in the Tokyo subway by Japan’s Aum Shinrikyo years ago, and its destructive power was known throughout the world. Even the mercenaries and Jing Xuewei, ignorant as they might be, understood the enormous risks involved.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Mo Ran tried countless times to enter a meditative state of cultivation, hoping to cast aside the troubles in his heart. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried not to think about anything, he could not quiet his mind.

The Lady parted her vermilion lips and said, “Go and summon the Tenth Prince. I have something to instruct him.”

The Golden Phoenix Fairy accepted the decree and withdrew from the main hall. She went to the rear courtyard, where a young man of about twenty sat upright upon a fiery cushion.

In the cultivation marketplace, there were all kinds of stalls and all kinds of cries. At first glance, if not for the various-colored Daoist robes everyone wore and the absence of any fluctuations of magical power or true essence, one might truly have thought it was a market run by ordinary mortals.

He lowered his head and saw that the sound had come from the armed man himself—from a wireless walkie-talkie hanging at his waist.

Wanda glared at Shen Lingli in deep displeasure. Seeing that his master’s expression was perfectly natural and his eyes clear, he realized that the old fool’s knowledge of matters between men and women was probably at the level of a complete idiot. A wholly natural specimen.

After six thousand years of development, the Primordial World had begun to enter a period of rapid growth. The cultivation of countless primordial creatures had generally reached the Profound Immortal realm, while there were also quite a number who had attained the Golden Immortal realm.