Chapter 112: A Rare Survival Mission (First Update)

After dinner, Shen He returned to his room.

His discussion with Li Xiaobing in the dining hall regarding that matter was by no means a spur-of-the-moment decision. After all, the "Survival Guide" had stated that such a "Sea-Sky Secret Realm" was a rare opportunity, typically appearing only after the eruption of spiritual energy tides. Since he had encountered it ahead of schedule, he could not afford to let it slip by. As the saying goes, he who strikes first gains the advantage. As a savior of the new era...

Later, Chen Long went to check on Geng Zefeng, that stout fellow. He was a workaholic, perhaps because he truly loved his job; even while speaking to Chen Long, his eyes remained fixed on his computer screen, a sight that brought Chen Long a sense of relief.

Throughout the ensuing journey, Li Renfeng continued to gaze around with great excitement, though fortunately, he maintained his composure and refrained from doing anything too outrageous.

For half an hour, the two men—both formidable experts—simply stood there staring at each other, without making a single move. An uninformed observer would have found the scene utterly bizarre. But the ways of the strong are not for others to comprehend.

Yet, Song Yun stood his ground, his feet motionless, while his upper body swayed with effortless, languid grace to evade the strikes. He remained calm and composed, leaving all of Dulan’s attacks to strike nothing but air; not a single blow could land upon him.

The following day, when Guliang Bai went to the Magistrate’s Office in Yongcheng to see Qin Meng once more, he expressed his embarrassment, explaining that he had never tasted grape wine before and was unaware of its potency. He apologized to Qin Meng, asking for his indulgence regarding the earlier disruption.

Liu Yue’er had already tidied up the room and sat in the parlor, waiting intently for Li Qicheng’s arrival.

It seemed that Qin Qing and Fusu shared a good relationship; otherwise, Qin Qing would not have known that Fusu was arriving in Xianyang within these two days. With Fusu, the eldest prince, stepping in, rescuing the Xiang uncle and nephew would surely be no problem.

"A distinguished guest?" Hearing Kong Lei’s words, Chang Feng pondered. Since they regarded him as a guest of honor, he ought to show them the proper respect in return.

Due to reasons unknown, the fact that the cultivators of the Nebula Alliance had not threatened him did not mean that members of other factions would stand idly by. Once they learned the origin of the Nebula Staff, their first thought would likely be to kill him, which could potentially bring great disaster upon the Xuantian Sect.

He reached out a finger and tapped lightly on Feiling’s forehead. In the next second, a deluge of information flooded Feiling’s mind. He saw a phantom image, a spectral Azure Dragon coiling around a right hand, shifting and transforming incessantly.

"It is indeed time to give these people, who have been kept in the dark, a proper explanation. Otherwise, they will have no idea how terrifying the events about to unfold truly are," Zhang Liang remarked.

Shen Li finally understood why Tong Ci had taught him to feign muteness and refrain from speaking the language of the Sheng Kingdom. He lowered his eyes and bowed his head, performing the knot-tying magic trick twice and adding a few new flourishes.

"Why is there such a vast disparity between people?" Xia Yu let out a long sigh, unable to help but lament.

Ossa trembled with rage at the Enterprise, yet his heart felt cold. He was well aware of his standing within the Alliance; if the Enterprise truly decided to act ruthlessly, he would be forced to swallow this bitter pill. He had no choice but to shut his mouth resentfully, no longer daring to threaten the other high-ranking admirals with his gaze.

He was not an official of the imperial court, so he had no need to go to the Maritime Customs Office to prepare his belongings, but he would certainly attend the evening banquet.

"He only remembered later that he had a son still in France. After a dozen years or so, I fear he had already forgotten." Gu Mocheng spoke with icy detachment, his eyes devoid of emotion, his expression and tone both cold.

"Hmph!" Seeing that the boss was practically begging him, the redhead didn't press the matter further. With a scoff, he tossed his head and marched back to his seat.

Upon hearing this, the servants of the Marquis of Shouning’s residence hurriedly replaced the tea. To avoid incurring his wrath, they specially served the finest tribute tea, which finally brought a look of satisfaction to Zhang Yanling’s face.