Chapter 40: Conservative Shen Yanzhi

Listening to Chi Yu’s description, Shen Yanzhi pondered for a moment before pulling out a data cable. He plugged one end into his phone and the other into the tablet. "How about this?"

It must be said, with the data cable providing a connection, Chi Yu instantly felt a sense of being tethered.

"I'll give it a try."

She climbed across the length of the data cable.

Chi Yu successfully entered the new tablet. It had no screen lock password. Once inside, all the data and information within the tablet flooded in.

"What kind of person are you? Didn't you hear me? He is my husband!" Tong Hua shot him a look of disgust and, beckoning to Su Fang, prepared to leave.

Outside the camp of the Heavenly Thunder Army, a beggar squatted in a street corner, bathing in the sunlight. He was wrapped in a tattered patchwork garment, emitting a stench that made everyone keep their distance.

Late autumn in the Southern Kingdom carried a trace of the summer’s scorching heat. Only the night breeze was cool, and only at night did one’s heart feel less restless and anxious.

Ma Zhan listened for a while, but it seemed there was no conclusion. If things continued this way, God only knew if Fukang'an would attack Shaanxi. So, he voiced his own thoughts.

The two began to dash through the hospital like madmen, not stopping until they reached the garden. There, they saw Zhou Qin wearing a patient’s gown with a black trench coat draped over her shoulders. The man beside her stood with his back turned, making it impossible to identify him for the moment.

However, he knew that facing this nearly all-or-nothing strike from Yiqing, apart from Soul Extraction, he had no choice but to stake everything on this move.

As one of the first cities to be rebuilt after the genetic virus outbreak, Changzhi currently had a registered population of about five hundred thousand, and the number was still growing. The streets seen upon exiting the airport were a scene of revival; unlike other shelters, this place exuded a more vibrant and thriving energy.

The reporters on the scene were stunned. After all, the series of bombshells Ye Xuan had just dropped gave them countless story leads instantly. They never expected that a routine game would yield so much material afterward.

The masked man did not answer Bai Mangyuan’s question, merely raising his head in silence. His eyes were filled with mockery, though it was unclear whether he was mocking Bai Mangyuan or someone else.

It could only be said that with Su Fang’s help, they had become accustomed to smooth sailing, and so they thought of strengthening the entire tribe in a short time to then wipe out the Blood Dragon Tribe.

This was Li Mo’s special ability; only through this could Xu Xinxin’s intelligence be boosted in a short period of time, otherwise, it would have been absolutely impossible to achieve.

For a powerhouse, a master known as the "Sword Saint," this was undoubtedly a tremendous humiliation.

"Grandmother, Grandmother, what’s wrong?" I panicked instantly. Grandmother looked terrifying, and a sense of foreboding welled up in my heart.

As they spoke, the two emerged from the secret passage. Using light-body techniques to weave through layers of dense forest curtains, passing through intermittent mists and stepping over the Five Elements Big Dipper Formation, they finally entered the hideout of Mei Xinyuan and the others.

The car arrived at the entrance of an alley. Liu Xueqing walked up to a low house and knocked on the door.

Li Jiaoluan remained composed on the surface, but her hands, trembling slightly inside her sleeves, honestly betrayed her current panic. Her gaze drifted toward Yuanxi intentionally or otherwise; compared to the suspicion of the Emperor, she cared more about Yuanxi’s attitude.

I wanted to say that I had the Seed of the Void, so what would I need that blue crystal for? Besides, now was not the time for the Seed of the Void to mature.

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. These words of false accusation were undoubtedly a death sentence to Yin Qingrou, who was desperate to distance herself from the situation. Unable to hold back, her palm power erupted in a fit of rage, and she struck Yu Hanchen’s heart meridian with the Nine-Mechanism Return Palm.

Logically speaking, a cultivator’s bones are not those of a mortal and do not fracture or crack so easily, but the number of times Yan Jin had tempered her body far exceeded the concepts of this world.