Chapter 54 Taming the Queen Bee

Through the irregular cracks in the stone, Shi Nianqing quickly spotted a bee that looked entirely different from the others.

It was nestled right in the middle of the bee brood cells, enveloped by layers of honey and heavily guarded on the outside by throngs of lesser bees.

For an ordinary person, finding this queen bee amidst such dense layers of insects would have been utterly impossible.

Having located it, Shi Nianqing slowly advanced deeper into the cave, extending one hand.

Through the layers—

With a casual gesture of his right hand into the void, Elder Fire Cloud summoned a long staff into his grip. The next instant, countless afterimages of the staff, accompanied by strands of fiery red governing energy, materialized within the living room.

"Bang, bang..." Amidst a series of faint explosive sounds, the containment pod began to disintegrate, scattering in all directions. Mu's figure appeared in midair, following an arc as he flew toward the opening in the rock face.

Ji Mo had no intention of showing mercy to these people. Earlier, they had subjected him to all sorts of obstructions and tried to use him as cannon fodder. Therefore, Ji Mo could not possibly harbor any softheartedness toward them. Regardless of their background, such concerns did not fall within the scope of his considerations, given his usual style of conduct.

"Senior, can you hear me?" Ji Mo attempted to infuse a sliver of spiritual consciousness into the token. The token contained a wisp of aura left behind by Ling Xiao; if he could trigger this aura, it might just draw a response from Ling Xiao.

Along the way, they encountered several sailors, all of whom wore nervous expressions, clearly having yet to recover from the shock.

An invisible aura emanated from his body, and his seemingly unremarkable eyes carried a heavy sense of oppression.

If even the tenth level failed to inflict any damage upon the Qilin tribe chieftain, Gu Xinghun would be entirely out of options. Besides, executing the eighth and ninth levels had already depleted a vast amount of his true qi; should he attempt the tenth level as well, he would surely be completely exhausted by then.

After all, Elder Yue was a man well past fifty, and when contemplating matters, he invariably thought much deeper than the younger generation.

Putting himself in their shoes, if he were captured by the Martial Arts Alliance, it would be a wonder if maidens like Wei Suyao, Rao Yue, and Mu Hanxing didn't worry themselves to death.

A grave solemnity gripped Ye Luo's heart. This old bastard had not looked down upon his enemy despite possessing the formidable might of an Immortal Sovereign; instead, he fought with such extreme caution and cunning.

Yun Ze returned from his morning jog to witness Tong Guaiguai performing a series of bizarre antics. Even stranger was the way the fellow blushed like an autumn apple upon seeing him—a sight both alluring and endearing.

"Heh, well, nothing can be done about that. Who told you both to learn things you shouldn't have known?" Jiang Haiming flicked his right hand slightly, and a flying sword materialized beside him—precisely the one he had seized from Daoist Fengling.

Dizzy, truly terribly dizzy. Ever since plunging into this sea of flowers, for reasons unknown, inhaling the pungent floral fragrance had caused his head to spin uncontrollably. The blood within his veins seemed to churn as if boiling, and even his footsteps began to feel weightless.

Seeing this state of affairs, Yufeng figured that Du Yuesong probably wouldn't have time to spare for him over the next couple of days, so he decided it was best not to go and disturb him.

"Second Brother, should we discuss this matter with Big Brother?" Li Yue immediately suggested. Originally, it was merely Qing Ye's inexplicable disappearance, but now half of the Yuling Palace had been destroyed; the situation seemed to be escalating out of hand.

"You can't even figure that out? Because your old brother here is a normal, healthy, able-bodied young man!" Long Quan sat back up.

Zhang Fan staggered out of his room, shaking his hazy head, followed by a dog wagging its tail, its fur completely rumpled and disheveled. Perhaps realizing that this man was also its master, the creature grew increasingly enthusiastic toward Zhang Fan over time, and whenever they had free time, the man and dog would run amok everywhere.

"You needn't mind her too much; Ling's tongue is simply idle at times. Just think of it as listening to background noise," Bai Ya chuckled at Yufeng. This breathtaking tableau was almost too much for Yufeng to gaze upon directly, leaving him with no choice but to nod repeatedly.