Chapter Forty-Eight: The Competition

At this moment, Ye Yuer entered the tavern and saw Zhao Yuan. Zhao Yuan said to her, “You’re finally here. I wonder if you know—Zhao Ling’er was taken away by someone yesterday.”
Ye Yuer was utterly astonished by this news and exclaimed, “What happened? How could she be taken away? Just yesterday we were playing together, everything was perfectly normal. I had no idea! Who could have done this?”
Zhao Yuan replied, “I don’t know who did it, but I have to withdraw from the competition. I must find Zhao Ling’er, otherwise I won’t have the heart to continue. I don’t understand what’s going on. I feel completely overwhelmed. You stay here for now, I’m going to withdraw from the contest.”
Afterwards, Ye Yuer…
Ying Long’s twin claws ignited with the True Solar Fire; one claw seized a soul fragment and incinerated it instantly, leaving Yi Daoren Geng Kun not even a sliver of hope.
“Anger, my brother, I never expected to encounter you in this world as well.” The black mist drifted slowly before the pile of flesh, speaking to the spot of light.
“Er…” The Antman was in a real dilemma. He felt as though he’d fallen into a trap this time. Could the Avengers really threaten people like this? Perhaps it was time to consider joining them.
“Was it your family who sold this potion to the hunters of Golden Feather City?” asked Bear Bu’er.
The insect egg emerged from the hourglass, with a gigantic human torso and a monstrous centipede’s body for its lower half. The Scorpionfolk called him the Desert God.
He stood ten feet tall, his body stretching thirty feet, with a head, a tail, and four legs. He resembled a wolf with a mouth full of fangs, but he had no soft wolf fur—rather, his skin was covered in scales like a lizard.
“I regret hurting Zhaxi, but I had no other choice. There’s just no way we could be together,” Nina wept.
As the device was destroyed, the central circular tunnel at last revealed its true form—a vast, pitch-black chasm.
Cheng Jinzhi had always been bold, but at this moment she stammered before Gao Heng, at a loss for words—afraid, in truth, of being blamed by Gao Heng.
Perhaps he was merely a hazy memory, or perhaps, because he had returned to this point in time and altered events, Sun Wukong remembered everything anew. It was for this reason that, after being suppressed for over a century, he escaped at the same moment as himself.
“Meng Shu, mind your manners. This is the Imperial Prince’s tutor, Master Yue Jing,” Xia Zhe interjected, seeing Xia Mengshu’s words becoming increasingly outrageous and fearing Yue Jing might take offense.
After saying this, she set down her teacup and prepared to rush out. Li Jian grabbed her arm and pulled her back; caught off-guard, Zhou Yunan fell straight into his embrace.
Fearing that Duanmu Hongjie wouldn’t believe him, Yue Jing quickly formed a series of hand seals, cloaking the surrounding aura. He then released his own energy. The burst came and went in a flash—hardly had it appeared before he withdrew it again.
Afterward, he summoned the guards outside, instructing them to tidy up the scene. Then he picked up the round little fellow and moved to a new residence.
Gao Linhua first set out the fruits and other offerings she had brought, then took some incense, lit it at the candleflame, and knelt with both hands holding the incense, bowing three times with great reverence before placing the sticks into the burner.
Hoda stepped out of the Committee Building. Yesterday the sun had blazed; today, the sky was thick with clouds. As long as there was no rain, this weather was perfect for fieldwork.
He would have liked to bring Zhao Shuijiao along, but Zhao had been ordered to guard Jizhou and couldn’t leave the city at will. His offer just now had only been politeness, not to be taken seriously.
Long Zeichiro was outrageously arrogant. Many of the Chinese around him were furious, but there was nothing they could do.
After confirming that the Geng family had indeed brought gifts to visit the Guarjia family, unlike the Song family and others, the feelings of the Lady, the Li family, and the Hesheli family became subtly complicated.
When Huan Xuan led his army in, she went many days without sleep. To show solidarity with her soldiers, she often had to eat in the open and sleep under the sky, enduring many hardships.