Chapter 53: Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School

Xie Zheng smacked his forehead as he suddenly recalled the rules Old White Seven had imparted to him while they were still on the boat. He hurriedly called out the leaders of the group he had brought along.

Even if naturally formed, the contained energy is immense, making it extremely difficult for celestial-tier practitioners to survive.

The voice coming from the other end of the phone was one Lin Yi would never forget in this lifetime. It was that other voice within his own spiritual consciousness realm, the old man's voice that had repeatedly echoed in his mind.

Qin Qiong had someone hang up a map, marking several key areas in red. "Your Highness, the river construction sites, the road construction sites, the four mines in Huayuan, and the stone quarry in Gaoling. In these places, there are hundreds of thousands of... bald donkeys!" Qin Qiong used the term "bald donkeys" with fierce resentment.

Song Buyou opened his eyes, preparing to properly teach his bodyguards a lesson. But when he looked in the direction of the sound, he froze instantly, his eyes widening as if he had seen a ghost.

Although Lin Yi could determine the life or death of these two fat pigs with a single word after revealing his identity, he did not want to do so, especially in front of Tang Mengying.

Ning Yuanlan leaned against the bathroom sink, looking at herself in the mirror. Her face was as red as a tomato, and she couldn't help biting her lip. Recalling the scenes of last night, she still couldn't help the corners of her mouth curling upward.

This pair of matched lovers looked like the most perfect couple in the universe's starry sky, walking amidst the erupting volcanoes and treading upon the boiling magma.

The three young men actually had nothing particular to look at, so they found a place to sit down and gathered together to drink beer.

"Hey, what do you want to do?" Ye Xiaomei looked in fright at the man who suddenly approached her, hurriedly retreating to the edge of the bed.

The world of hell in his eyes was also becoming increasingly clear, and he could hear a mysterious, hoarse voice calling out to him from below.

"Heh!" Tuoming watched their figures leave, a meaningful smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Daxing Academy was nominally founded by the Western Qin royal family, but its true controllers were the Sacred Mountains. Every ten years, the top ten disciples of the school's grand tournament would be accepted into the Sacred Mountains as key objects for cultivation.

"I say, buddy, please spare the nonsense. Can you just get straight to the point?" Yan Yuncheng could no longer hold back.

The ancestor trembled, losing the ability to speak. For countless years, someone had finally dared to speak the words buried deep within her heart. It took an immense amount of courage to utter that single sentence.

Yan Yuncheng ignored him. As he wandered aimlessly through Phoenix Mountain, a voice seemed to be calling to him from the netherworld. That voice came from his bloodline, guiding him into this region. The deeper he went, the stronger the feeling became, and the fire-phoenix mark on his chest slowly surfaced, gradually growing scorching hot.

Following this rapid-fire string of words, Shen Yi's expression also instantly stiffened, leaving him completely speechless.

Just as Lin Yu and Wen Mu had the thought of playing in their minds and Wen Mu finished speaking—precisely five seconds after Su Mu waved his fan, when the iron chain was less than five chi away from them...

"Bang, bang, bang!" The doors of Chu Zifeng's and Su Mu's rooms slammed heavily against each other, making a loud commotion. Although the two people inside still maintained their previous postures, their eyes were wide open and bright, as if they hadn't slept at all from the very beginning.

All sorts of heavenly visions flashed past one after another, their overwhelming momentum shrouding the entire high platform. Even figures like Liang Jingshan and Liang Qiuming could not help feeling their scalps go numb. Liang Zhong had long since lost all color in his face, and Ye Yang was only slightly better than him, though not by much—similarly pale and utterly drained of strength.

Decades of time, aside from perhaps venturing into the chaotic zone, he simply wouldn't go anywhere else. As long as he didn't go out, what could anyone possibly do to fleece his Dao crystals?

The blade of light flashed and vanished. The demon Ghost Shiro's form froze, his face painfully distorted before splitting apart violently. Along with the eye Q, he was sucked into the samurai sword by a powerful suction force.

Even with the reinforcement of the Seven Realms Stone, Mo Wuji spat out a mouthful of blood, and the mortal world nearly collapsed.

Tregear likewise noticed the people on the ground. Seeing that his fierce attacks still struggled to gain any significant advantage against Xiasu, he smiled again. Amidst his battle with Xiasu, he suddenly spread his claws and viciously flung out several crescent-shaped finger-cutting energy blades, targeting the people of EGIS who were protected by the light barrier.

Influenced by a strange sense of competitiveness, Kitahara Minami wanted to simply use pure strength to knock down this Countermeasure Division section chief right now.

The middle-aged man let out a cold snort, holding the short blade in his left hand and making a fist with his right, punching straight toward Lin Xiao's face.

Chihaya Sumiko also turned her head to look at Kitahara Minami, though she had discovered his return earlier than Suyong Hiyuki, and thus showed no surprise at this moment.

Seeing Luo Yingzi and her companion walking over, the crowd was instantly struck with awe. If they possessed such extraordinary poise while dressed so ordinarily, how much more stunning would they be if they wore less and dressed more alluringly?

Ever since she delivered mooncakes to Fang Yunxi on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the two had had zero contact over the past few days. At the time, she had only told him that she would leave in three days, without specifying the exact time of her flight.

"That's good. If you ever need anything, just come here. Even if I'm not around, my eldest aunt will be." Tian Miaomiao was referring to Tian Jinhua.

Through the brief exchange just now, she realized that Yue Yan was no Heavenly Profound Realm practitioner at all; she was clearly a Transcending Mortality Realm expert. If the Sixth Prince hadn't already died, she would have truly longed to rush forward and give the other party a severe beating.

The next moment, a fiercely aggressive flame shot directly toward his face. Chen Jin reacted with agility, hastily swerving to the left with his long spear, but the flame inexplicably shifted to the left along with him. A strange force made even his soul tremble.

Faced with universal condemnation, she showed no fear, blocking in front of her with that not-so-sturdy body of hers.

First, Yue Yan ordered Cao Chuheng to advance ahead along the path of the marching army to disperse all idle onlookers, ensuring the smooth movement of the hundreds of thousands of troops.

One could easily imagine just how terrifying and shocking it was for a twenty-something to be a Twelfth Realm entity.

"Now you can state your conditions." Only then was Yue Yan satisfied. Since it was a negotiation, she had to seize the initiative.

To prevent anyone from coming this way, Yu Qianjue had set up a barrier within a radius of one kilometer around the lake. Naturally, anyone whose strength was inferior to his would be unable to break his barrier to approach this area. If someone stronger than him broke the barrier, he would instantly be alerted.

Shumu Lu replied with acknowledgment, a satisfied smile appearing on Magiya's face, believing that Shumu Lu was bowing down in submission to her.

He picked up his phone and saw it was an unfamiliar number, then answered it with a sense of bewilderment.