Chapter Thirty-Five: The CPU Burned Out

In her eyes, He Dong was truly nothing more than a playboy, merely possessed of a slightly older skin.

"President Mu, I cannot believe what you say, so I must verify it for myself! However, I need your full cooperation," I said to President Mu with a smile.

Once they took the stage, the two bowed to each other and began drawing lots. This was required for every round; whoever drew the long lot would designate the subject of the challenge, and whoever drew the short lot would strike first, which was considered fair.

In the past, this place had been utterly lifeless, but Xiao Yiyao had transformed it into something quite different.

Since that was the case, they might as well play along with the ruse! Before the disciples sent out could return with news, Xiao Chang had already sent a sound-transmission talisman to Hall Master Sun.

The moment his fingernail touched the demon core, his vision blurred, and a ball of red light burst from the wound, instantly blooming into a bowl-sized red flower. The power of the demon core was truly immense; the flower swayed and rapidly expanded until it was as large as a basin, appearing incredibly fresh and vibrant.

As he spoke in a continuous stream, Xuan Shaozhan was left stunned, staring at him with wide, shocked eyes, his face completely drained of color. Shock, heartache, frustration, regret—all these emotions churned together, a complex and bitter mixture.

Zhu Lanyin had been kneeling on the ground for too long; her legs were no longer obeying her, and the numbness in her feet made her quite uncomfortable.

Gu Lele, sharp-eyed, noticed her own name on the list. She stole a glance at Ke Lin, then sat up straight, looking perfectly serious and staring straight ahead, which made Ke Lin chuckle.

When she finally found him, Tagu Cha had regained his senses. Covered in blood, he stumbled over to embrace Fusha, pouring out a confession of his crimes.

Yet now, not only had they failed to find any people from the Chu State, but these men had foolishly dragged Princess Yu before him as if she were a criminal, falsely claiming she was from Chu. It was absolutely preposterous.

In the corner, Ji Hongluan wore a bamboo hat with a light veil, her delicate body trembling with extreme rage.

One had to realize that Zhang Suxin was writing purely from her own mind, while he was merely copying. The difficulty of her task was far greater than his own.

The magistrate’s wife was now nine months pregnant and found it inconvenient to move about, yet she could not sit still and insisted on going out.

Zhuang Youjie had grown much sharper; he only paused for a moment before realizing that Liang Yuanque was once again channeling the aura of a feng shui master.

"I wonder what the background of Flower-Loathing City is, to be able to abduct Yun Feng," Dragonfly said, nudging Yun Er with her elbow.

The onlookers initially felt it didn't matter; what could a single spark-lighter do? Even if she waved it around, at most she would only set her own clothes on fire.

Qi Yun immediately carried out Zhou Tianfu’s plan, splitting his forces into two to divert the enemy's focus.

The original entity of this celestial soul had once been an attendant to the Imperial Concubine, Fairy Qiongxiao, and its purpose was to help restore the Concubine's celestial body.

Following behind Ren Zhong, Wen Chun felt somewhat nervous; after all, it was his first time being summoned by the top leader of Linjiang City, especially right after he had expressed several highly inappropriate opinions at a very important meeting.

The undead mind went blank for a moment! Because in the next instant, he saw Wu Chun wielding a strange long blade, hacking fiercely at his shield.

At this moment, the purple-robed cultivator was already drenched in sweat, his palms and forehead slick from the earlier recognition ordeal.

Qian Linda had hit a wall with Tan Zhengrong, but he didn't care in the slightest; he had already instructed his subordinates, Meng Liang and the others, to stir up the conflict between Kong Linghu and Wen Chun first.

Just as Li Xuan lost control, Danif naturally wouldn't pass up such an opportunity. He launched twelve strikes that sealed off all of Li Xuan's escape routes, though the power of these twelve attacks seemed significantly weaker than his previous light-energy pulse attacks.

"Fellow Daoist, I am Liu Mufan of the Three Great Families. I had no intention of disturbing your cultivation; please forgive me for intruding upon your territory!" It was rare, but the usually formidable Sword Immortal Liu Mufan actually cupped his hands and bowed to the middle-aged man, speaking with great courtesy.

He ordered the soldiers to return and had the scouts inform Pei Xingjian to do the same before the walls of Hongji City.

Two grassland wolves suddenly leaped high, pouncing directly at Wu Chun from above. They blocked his path forward and backward, completely sealing off his retreat. Unless Wu Chun could spring straight up from where he stood, he was bound to be struck by the two wolves, not to mention the attacks from the other wolves on the ground.

At this moment, the nervous Li Shishi rashly initiated a battle in the center. Because her forces were not sufficiently concentrated, Xue Susu, using a defensive counterattack, formed a numerical advantage. She exchanged a horse for Li Shishi’s chariot, gaining a material lead, and the situation fell into a predicament. Li Shishi began to waver in her strategy, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

The ten players were divided into two groups: Yi Xingye and four others in one, while Zichong, 1889 Tea, Truth Falling, Situ Hao, and Dragon Under the Moon protected Jiang Ziya.

He desperately wanted to say that he was mentally ill, but facing the Eighth Prince and the second-in-command, he dared not speak such words.

If things continued this way, as the number of Blood Clan Sovereign-realm experts increased, even if the Heavenly Sovereigns joined forces, they would be no match for the Blood Clan.

Ever since he saw Bai Zhi playing that heavenly music on the Red Lotus River, all his thoughts had been tethered to her. Everything else became mere background; he only wished to find her and spend his life with her.

At this time, Zhu Houzhao spoke, "I have always trusted Companion Liu." Liu Jin immediately beamed, his aged face unfolding into a smile, and he said excitedly, "To be able to serve you, Sire, makes this old slave happy." The sovereign and his subject were in harmony, but Zhu Houwei felt a sense of disgust.

Upon arriving at Li Town, they went straight to the Guan family estate. Along the way, carriages and people were constantly passing back and forth between the capital and Li Town. Seeing this, the two brothers were overjoyed.

Beyond the hilarious comedic segments and the throwing out of nonsensical catchphrases like "conquering people with virtue," the refreshing martial arts choreography was what kept the audience lingering in their seats.

Laid out before Du Qifeng and Wei Jiahui was a complete film script, while Dong Wei held a portion of the storyboard.

Zheng Qiyuan’s expression grew increasingly ugly; he had not expected that Ye Yuan’s understanding of alchemy would be so profound, leaving him several streets behind.

The moment she was hung up on, Fang Yihua nearly flew into a rage, wishing she could summon the administrative department and issue a notice for Zhang Jin to pack his bags and get out.

If he wanted to hold his own fate in his hands, Lin Xiu had to cooperate with Tian Wu to take down the Buddhist, Daoist, and Confucian sects that currently controlled the Chinese pantheon, and restore the traditional myths to their former glory.