Chapter 139: The Shiny Bald Boss

Having never seen Daoist Master Yi Yun drive before, I assumed he did not know how. It turned out that his driving skills were extraordinary—he drove with reckless abandon, pushing the accelerator to the floor even on bustling streets, frightening ghosts along the way into scrambling out of the way in terror. Fortunately, we did not hit any ghosts; whether a ghost can be killed by a collision is something none of us dared to test.

Just as Professor Luo once stated, the existence of a sentinel's psychic energy serves as a warning mechanism for a guide's mental barrier. However, the biggest problem in the current development process of sentinel elements is that, without sentinel psychic energy to activate them, the sentinel pheromone is "dead" and completely inert.

Next came the tournament schedule. The fixture list for the seventh season was projected onto the giant screen, while printed copies were distributed to the captains and reporters.

After finishing his tirade, he slumped onto the ground, sighed for a moment, and then beckoned to Luo Xuan, signaling him to come over as well. The sentinel sat down right beside the crude experimental workbench.

Compared to other noble estates and those of his two cousins, Zhao Jingyi's backyard was relatively modest, yet it was fully equipped with all standard amenities.

"I have also been asking myself that question." Lin Chen held Xing Congnian's fingertips and kissed them gently. Then, he let go of his hand and climbed down from the bed.

"..." Xie Shurong had not expected the Cat God to be serious, and he fell silent, carefully studying the characters he had typed.

Most of the night had already passed. In another hour or so, the morning light would begin to glimmer. The world was completely silent; though he was not particularly sleepy, Zhao Mingxuan slowly closed his eyes.

He immediately leaped onto Xiao Shaohua's back, wrapping himself around the latter's neck, acting with the exact same temperament as his spiritual beast. The Azure Dragon's original spot was usurped and it was squeezed out. It roared in dissatisfaction at its master, a sight that, in Yu Rong's eyes, was utterly agonizing to behold.

Bambu was bathed in tears. "But he is your child! He is currently trapped in the core of the blazing array, facing mortal danger at any moment. Can you truly turn a blind eye and abandon him?" Unable to bear it, Bambu averted his gaze, turning it toward the entrance of the boundary furnace.

Upon hearing this, Li Mingxia's eyes flashed with venom, which she quickly concealed. Qiu Zhuoxi's gaze flickered as well. Watching his son's retreating figure, his expression was complex, yet he ultimately said nothing more.

Furthermore, he discovered that there was a place on Earth that even he could not see through. He had originally wanted to investigate it clearly, but found it was no simple matter. Attempting to pierce through that unknown region very well might destroy the Earth. Even with his current level of cultivation, he dared not easily make the attempt.

Having just returned to the town, he found it far more lively than before. As they approached Doctor Cai's medical clinic, he saw Doctor Cai from afar, sweating profusely as he paced anxiously back and forth in front of his own doorway.

Last time, the Ancient Emperor knew his lifespan was coming to an end, so he single-handedly fought ten kings, attempting to slay them all, but unfortunately failed.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days had passed. Tomorrow morning would be the day of the Sword-Wielding Sect's examinations, and Lü Feng also emerged from his seclusion of cultivation. He did not want to exhaust himself on this final night, lest it affect tomorrow's exam and result in a loss that outweighed the gain.

Whenever the Scorpion Spirit recalled her romantic history, it was a chronicle of blood and tears. To put it simply, it was enough to make listeners weep and onlookers grieve.

It was not just those of the Martial Saint realm; Qin Tianfeng, too, stood frozen on the spot, staring in stunned silence at Qin Yu, whose body was surrounded by hundreds of demonic saints.

"A pair of hypocrites!" Yin Meng muttered softly. Because of previous events, she held not a shred of goodwill toward the people of these two sects. As for the utter nonsense Yue Ying was spouting, absolutely no one would believe it, yet there was nothing they could do.

"Of course I am certain. Merely in terms of gold coins, no one in the entire world has more than I do," Fanchen replied.

By the time the lanterns were lit, the two had finished dinner, yet Xuan had still not returned with any news, so they prepared to retire to their respective quarters. Xiao Fengming escorted Xiao Lingxiao back to her room and was just about to leave when he heard strange noises coming from the roof.

When Chang Le reached the upper level, Zhang Yanhuai had already driven the car into the oncoming lane and was preparing to reverse.

The sun was setting, and the evening afterglow dyed the sky a brilliant red, rendering Wuyou's retreating figure all the more solitary. Gazing at the endless stream of passersby, Wuyou was right in the thick of it, yet felt completely out of place. Long Tian desperately wanted to catch up, but ultimately chose to give up.

It seemed that Zhuansun Ji must have already known about Mu Qingcheng's affections for him, and perhaps had long suspected that Mu Qingcheng had harmed Liu Meng. By acting this way now, he was shifting Mu Qingcheng's hostility toward himself, while also giving himself something to do so as not to obstruct the matters he was about to carry out.

"I'm sorry..." Chang Le realized his mistake at that moment, yet for a moment he had no idea how to comfort the other person.

Taiping was also exceptionally clever, and by this time had roughly figured out her mother's intentions. Yet, just like Wan'er, she kept her thoughts concealed and awaited the next development.

Everyone watched in astonishment at the dramatic reversal on the stage. Everyone had assumed Li Yun was bound to lose, but this unexpected turn instantly completely changed everyone's perspective.

Wang Qiang strode toward the middle-aged man wearing a shabby coat. The handsome face of his memories was now full of the weathering of time; although his gaze remained profound, it lacked a measure of its former brightness and radiance.

"Ha, ha, Yunjie, this Wu Dashan is no ordinary reckless brute. Just wait and watch," Zhang Juzheng said with confidence, staring at the battle below with intense interest.

The people gambling here were evidently a cut above those outside. Several tables were set up within the spacious room, and although quite a few groups were gesticulating wildly, there was no shouting or cursing, making it much more pleasant.

"Jinhong, this entry is thanks to Changkong. Once my tribulation crossing is complete, I will truly be able to unleash the might of the Ancestral Dragon. Presumably, the Sorcerer Clan never imagined there would be such an anomaly as me existing," Ao Kun said.

Emperor Feng Lingxiao frowned, his expression grave. If he guessed correctly, this must be the concealment arts of the Jin Kingdom. Could it be that people from the Jin Kingdom had infiltrated the imperial palace?

After a moment, he was seen carrying in an ice bucket. Long Chuxia crushed the ice, wrapped it in thick cloth, and then asked the Emperor to lie down on the couch. She placed the ice pack on his forehead while continuing to massage the acupoints on his head with her fingers.