Chapter 176: Transferring the Hostage! No Longer Under Control

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Li Feng inspected everything carefully; there were no major issues, only some normal reactions to the snake venom and the wounds. After a slight prick, Professor Sun lay down to rest.

This was clearly the result of Li Yu’s deliberate actions. Low-level spirits like vengeful ghosts and malevolent phantoms rely entirely on sensing what is called "vital energy"—a unique aura emitted by the soul—to hunt living beings. Humans cannot perceive this scent, which is considered one of the innate abilities of ghosts.

Li Feng, however, felt nothing amiss. These people all had lofty airs, and he was too lazy to cater to them. Missing a few hundred yuan wouldn’t starve him; he’d rather dig up some sweet potatoes and work a bit harder. If necessary, he could pretend to be a vegetable farmer—he had done it before. He knew that in the vegetable business, making ten or twenty thousand yuan was achievable.

As the meal wound down and the crowd dispersed, the atmosphere grew quieter. Lin Mochen sipped his tea slowly, watching Mu Hanxia across the table, who set down her chopsticks with a satisfied smile.

Zhao Tiezhu laid Bailin’s body flat, clasped his hands together, and pressed firmly on the center of Bailin’s chest before pushing down hard.

Such methods rarely yielded more than meager results. Every time the Yingyun Sect recruited disciples, it was considered a blessing from heaven if even ten could be retained; usually, three to five was already exceptional.

"Alright, alright, I won’t ask for now! Haha, I’m eager to see what surprise you’ll bring me this time!" Eldest Brother Shā Wúshè smiled with anticipation.

After delivering this simple strike, the young man resumed sitting cross-legged and began his cultivation. Throughout the process, his movements were seamless and precise, with no extraneous actions. Though his eyes remained tightly shut, he relied solely on his formidable perception to complete the sequence.

Xiang Xuefeng, Chen Wanghai, and other traitorous saints who fled the Holy Alliance were all under Wu Jinge’s control, obeying her orders.

"Thanks for your concern. I have some matters to attend to and will be leaving now, everyone," Li Yu said as he regained his composure, smiled lightly, and vanished from sight, leaving everyone’s gaze fixed on where he had disappeared.

Chu Qi gripped the iron shovel as if digging into Chang Yuan’an’s heart—both terrified and fearful, he struggled to suppress any sound.

Today, Modern Fashion Company was unusually quiet. All employees had taken leave to celebrate the annual Christmas holiday, except for one—workaholic Nie Qing, who remained in the office area, staring at her computer. She had no habit of celebrating Christmas.

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The pain was described as coming from the brain, but it wasn’t a headache; it was a deep, piercing ache in the core of the brain. The unprecedented pain caused a fine sweat to break out all over his body.

Once, when in a bad mood, she drank herself into a stupor and howled a couple of times, nearly driving Wu Yutong mad.

But she resolved firmly in her heart: if he dared to touch her in any way, up or down, she would risk her life and fight him to the bitter end.

"Of course I’m laughing at you," the other party retorted without restraint, and nearly everyone laughed.

"I didn’t know before~ even if I didn’t know then, now the entire J District knows that Feng Juan abused you. How come he still doesn’t know?" Tian Li said.

Previously, Mu Sheng had caught attention. Her tall 178 cm stature, slender yet not frail figure, and eyes always bearing a smile left a good impression.

"Lin Zhijiang, showing me a bad face is not a skill. If you have the guts, go bang the table in Director Li’s office, then in Wu Sibao’s office. If that doesn’t work, go to the Special Cases Department and bang the table at Section Chief Gangcun’s office. I’ll make sure you regret it!" Chen Mingxiang wouldn’t tolerate Lin Zhijiang’s bad habits.

While they headed toward Pengji Guangzhou, Lou Jiang also left Saint Snow City with Chang Hong, accompanied by Lv Yingsue.

Meanwhile, the old madman pulled out a wine flask from somewhere, drinking contentedly as he glanced outside the cave.

"Expenditure!" Upon hearing this, Li Feng responded without hesitation. Compared to rare fortune, he preferred to truly understand just how powerful the Demon Lord Lü Bu was at this level. Fortune could be earned again, but chances to grasp the strength of a formidable figure like Lü Bu were rare.

Fang Zhe chatted with Xie Na, and after a while, Xie Na began calling the program’s production team to order dishes as required by the show.

"Poof!" Another cut appeared on the Flaming Dragon Python’s body, blood gushing forth like a spring, staining the ground.

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A Siberian child without any will of their own—beyond having a soul and body, everything else was like a broken doll—what difference was there between such a child and a true puppet or marionette? They were merely fleshly crops, seedlings waiting to be harvested.

The information flow stirred by the giant god spread throughout the void. Even within several surrounding abyssal worlds, Joshua’s voice could be heard. Yet, in the void itself, no sound responded—only profound silence.

"As for Lords Chen and Liu, they will assist Lord Cai. The Ministry of Rites still lacks two assistant officials," the Grand Tutor said, glancing at Chen Chang and Liu Mao, who knelt behind Cai Ling.

The newcomers fell heavily to the ground with muffled groans. Two burly men followed behind, cursing as they blocked the entrance to the Silver Tower.

"Very well, this time we won’t need to mobilize the army. Those death warriors and martial artists should suffice," the Grand Tutor nodded.

The Knicks had just stretched their lead to three points when James immediately scored a three-pointer on a solo drive to tie the game.

He had suspected the elder was from the Immortal Hall but had not imagined the man’s identity was even more noble than he thought.

"You won’t fight me? Then what are you here for? To surrender? Dismount, kneel, kowtow!" Ren Laifeng never showed mercy to the devils.

Pointing at Lin Xuan, he ground his teeth and said, "It was him. He was the one who struck down our comrade."