Chapter 50: Profanation

A vague sense of foreboding rose in her heart, and she hurried into the south room to take a look. Upon entering, the room was thick with a strong medicinal scent. Aside from her parents, even Wei Yuan was inside.

Baozhu chuckled as she kicked off her shoes to try them on, regretting in her heart that she hadn't bought a few more pieces of jewelry when she returned home earlier. Leaving them in her room now felt rather embarrassing, as she had nothing decent enough to give her as a gift.

Hearing this, Cao Yun's son's eyes flashed, and he looked at Ma Yun suspiciously, seeming rather disbelieving of the statement.

Baozhu stood smiling brightly among the group. Slightly different from the year before last, her own new shop had finally opened, and with her parents and the others right by her side, an inexplicable sense of peace filled her heart. Wang Shi and Chen Tiegui were in high spirits, and even Jide rarely revealed a pair of dimples. Her third aunt, needless to say, wore a face full of excitement and joy.

Li Longji waved his hand, his imperial countenance turning slightly solemn. Gao Lishi hurriedly silenced himself, lowered his head, bowed, and retreated.

"It's the physical dragon from just now. She was condensed from the dragon power of the fourth one, making her equivalent to his second body. As for how she was condensed, I'm not entirely sure either!" Long Yunxiao explained.

"I believe it will be fine. Don't worry, I have an intuition that Uncle's condition is not a deviation into demonic cultivation, but rather a necessary path for mastering this technique. Perhaps when Uncle wakes up, he will be an entirely new person." Shu Xie looked at Yin's father's unconscious state, patted Yin Fei's shoulder, and comforted him.

With this, all the hidden experts of the Gathering Treasure Sect, the Heavenly Emperor Sect, and the Heavenly Demon Palace were utterly slaughtered.

Shaking his head, a gloomy expression crossed his face. The blow dealt by this incident was simply too massive. A Blood Emperor of the transcendence realm had been killed with a single blow; one could easily imagine how terrifying the opponent was. It was astonishing beyond measure, and impossible to fathom just how powerful this mighty figure truly was.

Just moments ago, after being interrupted by the eldest prince of Yekang, Shu Xie felt as though something very familiar and cherished had drifted away from her mind. She tried desperately to grasp it, but failed to catch it at all.

Xiao Yan felt deep sympathy for Yongqi, but she could not openly disrespect Qianlong by fighting him for the child on the spot. She could only rack her brains to amuse Yongqi, forcing a brilliant smile onto her face and even pulling several comical, funny faces.

Anyone with even a shred of medical common sense knew that two parents with Type A blood could not possibly give birth to a child with Type B blood.

Though they could have charged right out originally, they now stopped mid-air, allowing the demonic qi to roll over them and engulf them completely.

The hot breath he exhaled drifted into the sensitive curve of her ear, and Qi Anluo instinctively wanted to pull away, but he held her tightly in place. Ning Jianyan let out a low chuckle, lowered his head, and captured her lips.

Therefore, the time they had spent together these past few days must have been wonderful. Perhaps this time, Lin Weiran had finally tasted the sweet end after enduring all her bitterness.

Cao Ruoxi let out a sudden chuckle, not expecting her grandmother to be so trendy. Just as she picked up her phone to add her on WeChat, she noticed twenty-eight missed calls glaring from the screen. Before she could return the call, Jing Dan's call came through once again.

Luo Luoqi was no longer a naive and clueless child, and naturally recognized what that wisp of smoke truly was.

Hearing Qianlong's words, Yongrong had to admit that they made a great deal of sense. Given her birth mother's martial prowess and the assistance of the system, Yongrong simply refused to believe that anyone in the present world possessed the ability to quietly subdue their mother and spirit her away along with her two younger brothers from the Yuanmingyuan imperial lodge so smoothly.

Once they went upstairs, she turned and stepped into the kitchen. Inside, she secretly wiped away a tear that threatened to fall, her gaze filled with complex emotions. A few seconds later, she took a deep breath, turned around, and headed upstairs.

Cao Ruoxi felt once again as though a basin of icy water had been dumped over her, chilling her to the bone. Her heart was cold, her body was cold—every part of her was freezing.

Sun Wukong returned to the alchemy furnace, fussed with it for a moment, and then scratched his head. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he ran over to the medicine cabinet, grabbed a medicinal herb, and tossed it straight into the furnace.

People of all kinds dressed in anti-mutant attire, holding placards and wearing face paint, bared their ferocious and frantic faces before the cameras of the media workers.

Zhang Xian wanted to practice a few more times to ensure everything was as close to perfection as possible. After all, the performance was scheduled for tomorrow evening, and he felt somewhat unprepared.

Mayer did not appoint Lanning as the commander of the first regiment of Byronsburg, but he still transferred her under the command of Yan He to undergo a formal evaluation. Afterward, the official evaluation committee would send personnel to conduct a secondary assessment. Only after passing these evaluations could Lanning assume the position of commander of the Byronsburg First Regiment.

Unfortunately, his own power was limited, and the people he could help were extremely scarce. Even after thousands of years had passed, he still had not found a final solution.

Xuantong and Bai Yan's expressions shifted, not out of shock upon hearing of the human race, but because such a matter being spoken aloud in public forced them to take a stand and make a choice. They either had to side with Fumang or align themselves with Revered Lord Qiong Luo.

Aside from proving that his abilities were formidable, Delos's primary objective this time was to make contact with Bruce Banner, hoping to recruit him into the Super Guard.

The Guardian certainly did not believe the nonsense about being the number one martial arts sect in the world, but he did catch the implication behind Zhang Nan's teasing. These people were definitely organized and numbered in the vast majority. Aside from those present before his eyes, Zhang Nan possessed even more, and perhaps even stronger, manpower.