Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Feeling of Home

“How could that be? Even in the realms of gods and demons, a millennium demon fruit can fetch several million Divine Power coins,” said Physician Jiang, leaving Lei Tian half-understanding.

Ruoli, with a slight frown, sat down without a word, merely holding the child’s hand.

Zhang Lan was oblivious to the reactions of those present; her mind wandered to Qingming’s concerns and his picky remarks about her attire. Her smile deepened, rendering the atmosphere among them disturbingly strange.

The collapsed stands made up only one-eighth of the whole, yet the green corridor was already packed with spectators. When Chinese people flee, they never show restraint—only caring for their own lives, all thinking to escape first, and as a result, no one gets out. The wide safety doors were, in an instant, jammed so tightly that not even air could pass.

Ye Xiang found it amusing as well, watching Meng Yu’s robust figure anxiously directing people; his frantic gestures were laughable.

“Let’s go, why not? If Li Yaojie’s treating us, it’s bound to be a feast! The food here isn’t good, I don’t like the stuff from the school gate,” Yang Xu said with a smile.

“You call that boasting? Second Sister’s standards are way higher than mine. Ask her about her ambitions—they’d scare you,” Qingliang shot her a glance.

In the days that followed, Bei Mingyu and his six companions began half a year of grueling, devilish training. Training started in early summer, and after a month, midsummer arrived.

With a thunderous blast, Thanatos, the Death Tower, leapt lightly. A bolt of lightning struck where she’d just stood, sending dirt flying. The battle had left her exhausted, but she wasn’t so depleted as to be struck by such an obvious attack.

Xiao Qinghu’s gaze wandered over the sisters’ bodies, lingering at certain key points, and a distinct masculine feature immediately stirred to attention.

This Immortal Tribulation Body had only just been formed; even to nourish it required three entire Fasting Pills, proving its extraordinary power.

If it weren’t for the great distance, Wang Hao wouldn’t even be able to make out its full form.

Guided by Tianlong and Diyan, he learned that at that moment, the Three Stars of Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity were playing Go beneath the pine slope. Along the way, he’d gleaned some information from the mouths of Penglai immortals.

The surrounding soldiers stopped their attacks. Long Yuling lowered his gaze as a gentle breeze lifted his disheveled bangs. Blood dripped from his sword, and his ink-blue robe was torn, yet he showed not a hint of defeat—if anything, he exuded a rugged charisma.

Helpless, Meng Que called forth Ya Zi. Stretching out his left hand, he opened his palm, and from the lines of his hand, a divine beast wreathed in flames leapt forth.

The Sweeping Monk’s expression changed—killing intent descended, goosebumps rising all over him. His wrist ached sharply, knowing it had been locked by that sword. If he moved, he risked having his tendons cut.

But Liu Ruyue knew it was real. She could still smell the lingering scent of blood in the air—that man carried a tangible aura of blood, though she had no idea how he’d acquired it.

Unable to resist, their defenses crumbled. Their energies grew chaotic. All three clearly sensed their cultivation was sealed… and gradually, the tide turned.

The mysterious man, noticing the trouble, tapped his forehead, then waved his right hand. Louis II suddenly found himself able to move and stood up, stretching his limbs.

Zihan and her group were walking when suddenly Hong Ruo cried out, “There’s a smoke trap!” Everyone dismounted, but they were already poisoned.

A soft laugh, eyes cold and clear, and slender fingers plucked a fragment from Xiao Tong’s palm. She gazed at it quietly, murmuring, “Such a pity. They say Moon-bearing Nation has only this one.” With that, she crushed it in her hand.

“Lord Marquis.” Jia Xu could not allow Cao Zhang to keep him under house arrest. He hurried to speak in his own defense, but Cao Zhang interrupted him roughly and shouted to the tent, “Men, escort the Grand Commandant back!” At once, several armored guards entered in response.

For the first time, someone had thrown that word openly in her face, and she couldn’t even get angry about it.

“Bloodbane, I think I am an exceptionally brave person,” Luoyu declared earnestly to Yun Bloodbane as they fled.

“Are these floating chess pieces the gift from that white-haired old man?” Mu Yun mused aloud, watching the pieces drift slowly into the air.

Meanwhile, Luo Xing’s family, including Luo Li, had yet to receive any news about the shattered faction in the Divine Nether Domain.

“You won’t need to work anymore. I’ll delegate your tasks elsewhere. Focus on your pregnancy,” Zhai An continued.

She could’ve flown home with her son directly, but in this 22nd-century, technologically advanced country, flying straight wasn’t safe.

Administrative authority no longer carries the same weight as before. No matter how much pressure you apply, he remains unmoved—even circles around you, leaving you helpless.

“So that’s how it is.” Yu Wei nodded, realizing perhaps she’d imagined the situation to be more dire than it was.

Le Bing, seeing the continuous buildup of power, erected four walls of earth in succession. Yet, as her illusion energy drained, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

But it would not surrender or fall—the beast was simply too powerful, and Iron Wolf was filled with unease.

At that moment, the Azure Lotus Treasure Banner unfurled, shielding Maitreya Buddha completely. Driven by the Chaos Bell, surging star power pressed down, but it could only suppress, not break through instantly.

Truth be told, he really didn’t want to cause trouble today—no matter how provoked, he’d never intended to start a fight.

In a flash, two faint beast auras within the Hua residence vanished as if blocked. No matter how hard he searched, he couldn’t find them.

Le Bing suddenly bent over, ignoring Lan Zhifu’s grip on her arms, which twisted them painfully, and rammed her head into his stomach.

If Pila hadn’t often slept beside the Holy Master, she probably wouldn’t know about this either.

Jing Ye, with one hand behind his back, watched as the army slowly marched out of camp. His heart stirred with countless emotions.

“Who do you think you are? You say Abbot Fang Zheng should treat you, and he must? How arrogant can you get? Why don’t you just ascend to heaven?” a spectator shouted, unable to bear the scene any longer.