Chapter 40: Everyone Had Been Played for Fools by the Xu Jinyan Family

Returning to his residence, he gathered everyone and briefly explained the situation. Upon hearing that Yue Jing was leaving, Duanmu Hongjie felt a wave of disappointment. Knowing that Yue Jing had urgent matters to attend to, she found it difficult to say anything further.

Luo Hong took a closer look and noticed that not only was La Qilu among the crowd, but it seemed many others from the New World had arrived as well.

Yue Bao stared at Xiu Si and Jiao Nian. As beings treated merely as food, they could not remain calm. Perhaps rebelling would offer a sliver of a chance at survival; if they remained this submissive, the fates of Liu Shang, Ou Liao, and Beitu would surely be their own.

"What is happening? Why has the Demon King not yet emerged from the Demon Pool?" The Blood Demon God Wuxie, ranked seventy-second among the Seventy-Two Demon Gods, looked at Yue Guiyun with confusion.

Yue Jing’s indifferent demeanor made Zhu Sheng yearn to rush forward and beat him soundly. He took a deep breath, barely suppressing the impulse.

After the dishes were set, Gao Linghua personally went to invite the guests to be seated, only to discover that both the Marchioness of Changxing and Lady Yixuan had already departed.

Black Rose frowned. There had already been one Devil Fruit user, and now another appeared. Had Devil Fruits become so easy to obtain?

"I heard that Mr. Luo Hong is heading out to film the Age of Discovery?" Rouge asked while walking behind Ibuki.

As he spoke, Li Chen’s gaze remained fixed on Li Zhen, as if searching for something, yet he found nothing.

Guided by the dim, barely perceptible light ahead, Li Zhen felt a pair of large hands rushing toward him. He was instantly hoisted into the air and pressed tightly against a wall of flesh, unable to catch his breath.

"This Eagle King is a mid-grade demonic beast, equivalent to the peak of the Returning Truth realm. Individual attacks won't deal much damage; we should strike together!" one of the cultivators suggested.

Hearing this, Zheng Chen nodded slightly. Though his expression remained calm, his heart was in turmoil.

When they were about a hundred meters from the ground, Zheng Chen finally saw their faces. There were three of them guarding the collapsed city gate. The weakest among them were the two at the seventh stage of the Sword King realm, while the third man had already reached the eighth stage.

Without further hesitation, Meng Fan pushed his palms forward, and giant dragons formed from beast power surged toward him from the sky.

Inside were advanced facilities; Sun Qian clicked his tongue, thinking such scenes were only visible on the screens of American blockbusters. He marveled at the cost of building such a base, realizing that China held many secrets that ordinary people would never encounter in their lifetime.

The blade arrived in an instant, and the Wolf Ant Queen finally showed signs of fear, her massive mandibles attempting to clamp down on the striking steel. However, Hua Tian’s long-prepared strike was not so easily intercepted.

He came from a wealthy family in Qianjing. Though his life had seen ups and downs, he had never faced such destitution as to be in rags begging for scraps. He had never witnessed thousands of refugees begging for food together, nor had he ever seen anyone so "adored" by the impoverished masses.

"Hey, wait a moment. You’re not from around here, are you? What brings you into the city?" Just then, a man dressed as an ancient soldier called out to the three of them.

"Brother, I, Old Gao, meant no offense. Don't take it to heart! Hahaha..." Gao Hong clapped Zhou An on the shoulder.

Guided by the system’s prompts, Ito Makoto was observant; he had noticed cold sweat on the other person’s forehead. Though he didn't know why taking hallucinogens would cause symptoms resembling a cold, it didn't matter. He simply wanted a reasonable excuse to stay.

The open space beneath the mountain gate was now crowded. Circles of people had formed around the sword sheaths on both sides, though it was unclear what they were doing. Others had already started up the stone steps toward the gate.

Tang Zeng teleported away again. Having been driven off by the Eternal Tree Demon, he was deeply unwilling to give up and prepared to return.

Once the lightning ceased, Zhu Bajie looked at the four of them and burst into a loud, piggish laugh.

A crystal-clear tear slid down, landing gently on Gou Sheng’s face, slowly spreading out. The petrification seemed to slow slightly as he struggled to open his eyelids.

Zhuo Wangsun looked at Wang Hao with astonishment. Even someone who knew nothing of the zither could hear the meaning behind the melody, and he could not help but hold Wang Hao in higher regard.

Qin Ge turned back abruptly, only to see an old man at that very moment—the same man who had stood up for Wang Lan downstairs.

Feng Lin asked from the side. This whole affair was too strange; robots enslaving humanity—such a thing appearing in the real world was inconceivable.

Walking into the dark tunnel once more, the golden token in his palm emitted a glow, illuminating the entire passage.

"Do not interrupt him. You, continue," Yu Suifeng commanded, the first sentence directed at Chen Jifan, the second at Liu Shi-tao.

One must know that this hairstylist was the personal groomer for Milan’s supermodels and famous film stars. Maicon had met him by chance at a bar and struck up a connection; money meant nothing to him—everything depended on his mood.

Therefore, for the sake of all living beings in the Three Realms, even knowing this was a battle from which he could not survive, Jiang Yun would still charge forward with courage.

Just as Tsunade was wondering if her card skills had failed her, she suddenly heard a voice that was both strange and vaguely familiar from behind her.

"At Wanfeng Mountain, you lived in my home and ate my food. Did I ever ask you for money?" You Ran’s words left Xu Dong speechless.

Wang the Blind had seen this before and was struck with terror. This was a phenomenon that only occurred upon breaking through to the Earth Spirit realm. He had never expected anyone in Lingxi Valley to reach such a level.

Han Yi let out a cold snort and began to circulate his cultivation technique frantically, constantly compressing the spiritual energy surging in from the outside.

Upon hearing his answer, Li He thought for a moment and understood the gist of it, though he felt something was still not quite right.

Feeling it increase its strength, Han Yi snorted coldly. The Lushou could not push him back even half a step further.

"Qin An'an, you wretch, how could you be here?" Yu Shishan’s fingertips trembled slightly as she pointed at Xiao Ruo'an and demanded an answer.