Chapter Ninety-Three: I Won't Stop You

Boom!

Zhou Bingshuang stared at Lu Fei in disbelief. So, he had known her identity all along, yet dared to treat her this way!

Lu Fei wasn’t negotiating with her, but with Zhou Bin. What gave him the courage?

In that instant, Zhou Bingshuang found herself even more intrigued by Lu Fei. “So what exactly do you want?”

“Formally introdu—”

Meng Gui had no choice but to grit his teeth and swap out the other two crystal cards. Yet, to his disappointment, after replacing them one by one, the communications device still didn’t function properly.

But I knew Liu Yixue wasn’t calling just to tell me what she wanted for dinner. After all, it was already Friday, only two days left until Sunday when I’d visit her home, and I still hadn’t told her my news. How could she not be anxious? Finally, she couldn’t hold back and called me first.

Lu Rushuang forced herself to suppress her grief, stubbornly kneeling before Madam Yang, refusing to utter another word.

“I’m not joking with you. If we fail this nightmare-level trial mission, we might die here or be trapped forever, never returning to the real world…” Meng Gui had no choice but to selectively explain the system and the trial mission to Su Muqin.

He was a cultivator at the ninth level of Holy Master, the leader among a hundred sects here. Yet now, he had become a whetstone for Dong Bufan. How could his heart not seethe with rage at such a moment?

Flattery—everyone loves to hear it. After Wang Wei spoke those words, the expressions on the three Grandmasters of Tianshan Mountain visibly brightened.

“When I was in my teens, I was bitten by a venomous snake. I nearly died in the hospital. So… sometimes I dream of snakes… many snakes. When you asked me earlier, I couldn’t remember, but when you mentioned snakes, the memories suddenly came flooding back…” Ling Weiai explained to Meng Gui.

The little qilin in his arms remained quiet, her bright, liquid-black eyes darting around, observing everyone present.

Though he had once been a disciple of the Truncated Sect, he had defected during the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation. After joining the Buddhist order, he developed friendly relations with those who had also converted from the Chan School, so their interactions were rather harmonious.

A sensory-type ninja isn’t of much use when the command system is down, but as an artillery scout, she could absolutely prove invaluable.

A Daoist robe suddenly landed in the courtyard. Its owner took a breath, but seeing no ghosts attack him, even he was momentarily stunned.

Both the man and the cat, awakened by his wild laughter, stared at him with curious eyes.

Everyone on the training ground froze for a moment, then thunderous applause and cheers erupted.

Jiraiya, who had never admitted defeat, found himself utterly drained after this battle. The following ninjutsu was performed by pushing his chakra to its very limits.

A tide of pain surged in his belly, dragging him back to reality. The agony spread like wildfire, searing through him, leaving no refuge. Only the onslaught of pain reminded him he was still alive.

The moment she saw that man, even she felt a faint sense of danger.

From his dantian to his meridians, then to his blood, to his spirit platform, and even the unique soul imprints of the demon clans, Huangfu Shiqing meticulously examined every detail with special marks.

The three of them froze at the same time, remembering the terrifying sonic attack—a completely indiscriminate assault. If they wanted to destroy it, they would have to enter the formation, and at that point, who would be the hunter and who the prey?

Yu Qing nearly spat out his tea. This girl was ruthless—she’d just declared herself Kunpeng’s elder. From now on, every time Kunpeng saw her, how could he not be mortified?