Volume 1, Chapter 51: Whose Child Might This Be? (Part 1)

"Right, Salinas was just the beginning. But... now we have a way to deal with this fellow Salinas first." Mal's words perked the two of them up.

As more and more questions were hurled her way, Xiaoguang began to panic. Just as she was at a loss for what to do, Chen Zhixiong started to speak.

"Vic... Victor! Mike!" Seeing that Mary could no longer get up, the host immediately declared Mike the winner.

Unhappy as she was, what could she do? The Joy Acacia Sect was one of the preeminent major sects across the Myriad Miles of Cloud Sea, and ordinary people simply dared not brave the wrath of such a powerful entity.

If all of these were fed to the dragon descendants, it would undoubtedly elevate their bloodline rank by yet another tier.

"Ha, for the first time, I feel grateful for my low cultivation level," Ping Junhua made a harmless joke.

All of her complex psychological activities just now had been completely concealed beneath a calm and unruffled expression. Therefore, in Jiang Yunchen's eyes, Zhao Yisu had simply closed her eyes, rummaged through her storage bag for a long time, and produced such a battered furnace.

Du Hui and Luo Xiangyang were both startled. Why on earth would Zhao Yozhe go to the municipal party committee for no reason, and why would he return from there together with Qiao Weiming?

There were also some hurried disciples brushing past them on the night path, but these were all low-cultivation novices who, even when close, were unable to perceive the illusion arts of Zhao Yisu and Jiang Yunchen.

Using a seven-inch spirit sea as a standard of comparison, this far exceeded even ten seven-inch spirit seas... Jiang Yunchen's mind reeled at the thought, terrified that Zhao Yisu might inadvertently burst herself to death from overconsumption.

Buffeted by wind and rain, with a drenched body, his inner self at this moment was burning with intense fervor. A fire-like aura surged around his entire body. The next instant, Liu Qingshan's figure sprang upward, letting out a roar to the skies that pierced right through the immense waves. A multicolored, translucent radiance shone brighter than all the lights on the vessel combined.

"Greetings to the Imperial Envoy! Greetings to the Great Emperors!" The four figures seemed to have already received guidance, and the moment they appeared, they bowed toward all four directions.

The large black banner swept out in an instant, yet the spear intent was fiercely peerless, still piercing through his defense and grazing his shoulder. Most importantly, this thrust abruptly checked his hurtling momentum, and Song Qian had already darted forward.

"This time he won't do that; he will definitely wait for news," Lü Hanqiang said with certainty.

All the money on him had been spent buying spirit money and various sacrificial offerings to burn for his grandfather, and he hadn't even collected this month's salary yet.

At this moment, the lights inside the arena dimmed, and the audience fell silent as well, all waiting for the contestants to make their entrance.

"If you don't come out, I'd like to see what methods you'll use to forcibly take people away," Tiger Lord said, his thumb flicking upward. With a *pop*, the beer bottle cap flew off in response. Then, he first filled the empty cup in front of Old Crooked, and then topped off the cup before himself.

It wasn't that Helis didn't want to go back, but rather that Helis had already found things in this world that she had grown attached to.

As for the outcome, undoubtedly, the imperial house's attitude this time was exceptionally unyielding. At this moment, the imperial capital was already shrouded in a tempest of blood, with the royal guards everywhere issuing orders for searches and raids. The number of powerful figures within the imperial capital had also reached an unprecedented level, with life-and-death duels among experts breaking out from time to time.

Hearing this, Seer, Huazhen, and several generals from the Landier Empire all stumbled to a halt. Huazhen, in particular, was undoubtedly the one among them with the deepest emotional impact. She had never imagined—never expected—that this Luochen's true identity would actually be that of the Dragons, and furthermore, the patriarch of that very clan!

With an expression of intoxication, he was thoroughly enjoying himself, inhaling the faint fragrance of pear blossoms, just as it had been a hundred years ago.

The onlookers who had originally harbored designs on Yifeng suddenly froze in their gazes when they saw him abruptly appear on the stage. That terrifying speed chilled them to the bone. Similarly, the scarred man couldn't help but shiver involuntarily. Even though Yifeng's remaining red wine was still sitting on the stone table, he no longer dared to reach out and take it.

Beilan Laiye and Lan Qi were among the first batch of people pushed forward. Their feet remained still, yet the shifting layers of the sand waves constantly churned, generating tremors.

Only then did Beilan Laiye withdraw her gaze. Unwittingly, she had become so engrossed that she had forgotten her most crucial task.

"You'll probably still need to investigate when you go back. After all, with an incident of this magnitude, if you don't cut the weeds and eradicate the roots, they're bound to come after you again," Jian Xi said with a hint of worry.

Perhaps this was why she loved painting so much: to capture every bit of beauty she saw with her eyes and imagined in her heart, laying it out one by one upon the paper. She used her own unique way to record the beauty of nature and the beauty of the human world.

However, when he saw clearly what was inside, Zhang Ping was genuinely stunned. He could never have imagined that the sect leader would actually hand this item over to him. Could it be that the sect leader had given him the wrong thing?

"I truly am powerless now, and genuinely have no way left to maintain the realm I've sustained. Therefore, if you help me tide over this crisis this time, I will hand the Realm Altar over to you." Because Zhang Ping didn't understand what it meant, the realm spirit explained in greater detail.

Lota simply tossed her own shadow outward, directly transforming it into a large net that trapped Hugila and gagged his mouth.

"Damn it, I didn't expect your spiritual intelligence to have evolved to such an extent, but unfortunately, it seems you can do nothing to us," Yang Wanfeng sneered coldly.

Hearing his reply, Tianxuanzi added, "When the time comes, you just need to tell the shopkeeper that you are delivering jade. That's how you'll find me." With that, ignoring Baiyue, he walked straight away.

"Fellow Daoist jests. Old Immortal tells fortunes for so many people, helping them avoid misfortune and secure good fortune—naturally, some recompense must be collected," Ghostly Half-Immortal smiled again and replied.

In the southern lands, the vegetation remained green. People had long since lit dozens of bonfires along the river, their red flames licking at the sky.

"Mystic! *Chi*!" Tianxuanzi drew the Crimson Lion Umbrella from his pouch and hurled it into the air. The fiery red canopy snapped open like a burning red cloud, radiating boundless brilliance in the sky. The blood-red light illuminated the surrounding dozens of *zhang*, and scorching flames soared into the sky. The surrounding Teachings of Heavenly Principle cult members felt the dazzling glare and closed their eyes in succession.