Chapter 48: If It Cannot Be Done, Contact Me

"Go!"
Jiang Chen's tone was extremely resolute; his choice had never wavered.
Though both Gu Xiaomai and Yumi felt reluctant to part with him, this was Jiang Chen's decision, and the two of them respected it.
"Brother Chen, can you use your superpower to craft things? I've heard that many metal-element ability users make their own goods to sell."
"What do you want to make?"
"Steamers, steaming baskets, bowls, plates, cups, spoons, knives..." Gu Xiaomai listed all the kitchen utensils that could be forged from metal.
Being able to refine the soul sea was a realm that almost only geniuses and monstrous talents among the Greater Three-Origin cultivators could ever hope to reach.
"It seems I have no choice but to use that ultimate move, but I haven't fully comprehended it yet," Mu Zifei muttered to himself in the depths of his heart.
"Daier, I know what happened. This is my fault. Can you please forgive us?" Liuyun was a man of supreme intelligence; in an instant, he figured out many things and murmured softly, as if pleading for mercy.
"Boom—" Following a heaven-shaking explosion, most of Xintian's golden swords were blasted away or directly destroyed, while the dark and skinny man still stood atop the arena, save for the wild torrents of blood spraying from his entire body, which revealed just how terrible his current state was.
"What about the tea shed attendant's mention of their lord? And who is in control of the City Lord's Mansion now?" Lin Zong asked repeatedly, a vague sense of unease stirring within his heart.
Su Qi nodded and said, "Indeed." Then he suddenly remembered that in the past, Su Huai was regarded by others as a useless person, so nothing of importance was ever entrusted to him. Since nothing was ever done, how could there be any talk of disappointment?
"Hey, Qilin, let's go find the next philosophers right away!" Nezha was eager to try; having just passed Lu Zi's universe of "My Mind", her confidence was infinitely inflated.
"Brother Yun has only played the zither a few times before, and always in public settings. Your music is widely spread, and you're even renowned across the Seven Realms! Otherwise, why would Sister Leqin have given you the zither score?" Hua Wu said with a feigned look of anger.
"Calling yourself a demon king! You can't even take a single blow! Is this your psychological fortitude?" I curled my lip and said.
Mingsheng and Xia Xinyu shared a room, their two beds placed right next to each other with a nightstand in between. It was piled mostly with Xia Xinyu's belongings, and even Mingsheng's bed was crowded with her dresses and skirts, along with a pair of seemingly semi-worn sneakers.
Lin Guohui knew how to use Gu poison—this was common knowledge. Mo Yancheng didn't dare to jump to conclusions either, because once infected with Gu worms, if they remained dormant, the afflicted truly appeared no different from ordinary people.
Yin practitioners placed great emphasis on bloodline inheritance, so their craft was invariably passed down only from father to son, or from uncle to nephew.
He struck out with a fluttering palm through the air. The moment Lord Luoming saw the strike, he knew he was facing a supreme master and dared not be negligent. He hurriedly channeled his inner energy throughout his body and let out a fierce howl as he fiercely returned the blow.
Zhu Chongba looked astonished: "So the abbess and Brother Ye are actually martial artists!" Subconsciously, he glanced at Hua Yun. Remembering that he had wanted to beat someone up just a moment ago, Hua Yun was also seized by lingering fear; he lowered his head and slowly peeled the burnt crust off a steamed bun to eat. Fortunately, he was thick-skinned, and before long he was eating with a beaming smile, utterly lost to the world.
"Gu Ming." Zhang Yimou looked somewhat reserved; upon meeting, he didn't rush to ask why Gu Ming had sought him out, and the two mostly talked about Gu Ming's films.
She left her cell phone to the side, went to fetch a medium-height stool, stepped up onto it, and reached out to pull firmly on the lowest box.
Of course, Zhang Yi actually disliked being a soldier; given his appetite, the meager grain rations in the military camp simply wouldn't be enough to fill his stomach.
Since I had already been seen through, I simply stopped hiding it. I directly took out the Corpse-Suppressing Bead and handed it to Master Jiang.
By this time, Daoist Wuyan had no heart left to waste words with him; he directly took the paper talisman and scattered it toward the dead man.
Having just given the bald-tailed wolf a severe thrashing, seeing its current battered and scarred appearance, the anger in my heart diminished just a little bit.
I had no choice but to go inside with Lin Guyi. Reaching the main hall, I saw Zhang Qiang meditating, with several empty round straw mats around him, bearing sunken impressions.