Chapter 135: Erasure

Shen Jin’s tall body collapsed into the snow in an instant. The potion was astonishingly potent.

The Little Senior Sister turned around, picked up the paper kite lying nearby, and hopped away.

Not long afterward, someone discovered Shen Jin unconscious there. Everyone panicked; the color was slowly draining from his face, and he had slipped into a coma.

“What happened? ...”

His tone was noticeably more respectful. “Immortals, please follow this junior and take a look at our sect’s headquarters.”

Following his gesture, everyone made their way toward the wall on the other side.

The problem now was where to find so many true stories. The editor had told me to look for Priest Lan, but he was not there. That man surnamed Mo should still be around, though. Perhaps I could get some material from him.

“Yes!”

The guards did not need Bai Yiming to finish speaking to understand what he meant. In any case, it would be nothing more than killing them—or making them wish they were dead.

Those attending the meeting this time were primarily political leaders from various countries, along with several business magnates. They were all important figures. From a bodyguard’s perspective, it was actually easy to distinguish who might be targeted for assassination and who would be relatively safe.

That invisible hand online was stirring things up again. Who could it be? Was it that K?

The sudden blaze of fire left all the guards stunned. Then they saw a handsome face appear before them. A one-armed man wielding a long, ice-blue sword brought it crashing down upon them.

Yun Rong wondered whether she had forgotten to consult the almanac before leaving home today. Why else would she keep running into such oddballs? They all acted like domineering CEOs, living entirely on their own terms.

However, before Nan Angui could leave, Nan Anjing came over. Judging by her expression, she seemed rather angry.

In other words, he did not necessarily have to finish copying it a hundred times. As long as his spiritual nature met He Yang’s requirements, he could leave the Gate of the Dao Heart and go looking for him.

The more Yamada Yizhu learned, the more he realized that this zombie cavern had not yet been fully explored. Its most important secrets were likely still hidden within. That was why he had invested so heavily this time, determined to pay any price.

If he had fallen into someone else’s hands, he might have been able to humble himself, demonstrate some value, and trade that for a chance to survive. But in the Lingbao Sect, that approach would not work.

One after another, the women gazed at him with limpid, alluring eyes. Their eyes rippled with emotion as they lightly bit their red lips, all eagerly anticipating another wonderful time with him.

Having figured it all out, Zhou Hao established a new goal. He would master the fundamentals of physical attacks in the shortest possible time, starting with every simplest foundation and building a solid base for himself.

“That must be someone he likes,” Meng Tianqing guessed again.

This time, Zhou Mingming did not explain. Meng Tianqing’s gaze became even more fixed upon him. She wondered why Zhou Mingming would bring her along to meet someone he liked. Could it be that, despite being so old, he was still a little shy around strangers?

The people below the stage also noticed that the two of them had disappeared. One by one, they began discussing it in disbelief.

The monster let out a roar and lunged at Captain Zhong. I pulled out the evil-expelling talisman from my body and flung it fiercely at the creature. The talisman suddenly erupted with intense yang energy, scorching the monster’s flesh until smoke rose from it. There was even the smell of roasting meat.

With that, Deng Jiuling kicked downward. Feng Jing immediately screamed again and again as both his legs were broken by Deng Jiuling in an instant.

“Tianqing, who is this?”

Zhuo Erfan walked over and wrapped an arm around Meng Tianqing, as though declaring his claim over her. His dark eyes also radiated a clear warning to keep away. Held tightly in Zhuo Erfan’s arms, Meng Tianqing looked somewhat embarrassed. With the hen with the flower-patterned tail cradled in her arms, the scene became even more bizarre.

But now that Gao Shengen had truly died, Hua Cai finally understood the helplessness in his heart.