Chapter 50: Innate Talent Erupts, Yet Unborn

Because of this free opportunity, whether they had awakened before or not, all the survivors came to queue. Only Xie Jinghan, Fu Jingchuan, and a few others with a stronger sense of dignity abstained; the rest showed up. Shen Tong and Captain Catpaw were on the sidelines, helping maintain order and explaining precautions about the awakening process to the elderly and children.

Su Xiaoran was at the front of the line, and Qiao Jia didn’t hold much hope for her. Everyone enjoyed a lively hotpot meal, and upon returning to the barracks, helicopters were immediately arranged to fly to Dragon Seal. That evening, the first phase of training began at the base: hand-to-hand combat.

The intricate web of rivers brought extraordinary convenience to the people of the south. Some still viewed Gong Wuxie’s blood-red eyes with suspicion—like the day of the grand wedding when they came to stir trouble, only to be persuaded by the eloquent Silver Shade. To make use of resources, Ye Yuxuan treated several shops as assets of Dragon Seal, now functioning as its offices. The villa served as a resting place for their own people passing through.

Now, Mu Qiu let her two husbands take turns cultivating in the spatial chamber, where time moved twice as fast as outside, granting them more hours for practice. Mu Qiu herself temporarily halted her cultivation, choosing instead to refine pills while they trained. Thus, time passed.

Yet, as Qin Miao ascended step by step toward the fifth floor, about to face a fierce villain responsible for six or seven deaths, tension gripped her. Quietly, they signaled the other soldiers to discreetly withdraw, putting distance between themselves to lessen the disturbance of their vital energy, but the Celestial of Heaven’s Fall let out a heavy snort.

When the light faded, the first thing to appear was Yang Hao; his clone had already vanished. Though his complexion was pale, his aura remained strong and steady, showing no signs of exhaustion.

“Junior Qing, please guide me well!” Mu Qiu was the first to bow politely, then spoke.

These people were utterly fearless of the giant pythons, even treating them as their… pets?

The test results showed, the test results showed, the test results showed, the test results showed, the test results showed, the test results showed, the test results showed.

Long Fei was quite fond of Feng Linghai—he acted decisively, never muddled or verbose. Regarding deeper advancement methods and the grading system, Lin Ran indeed hadn’t received a definite answer.

The man holding the dust whisk appeared to be about the same age as Yan Xunzhou, with long hair tied in a mixed primordial bun. His coarse green robe lent him a touch of immortal elegance, but the moment he spoke, it was full of mundane flavor.

Zhang Yue opened his mouth, and a black vine emerged. Liu Qi unleashed a sword aura, but it passed right through the vine.

That itching agony, tormenting one to the point where begging for death seemed preferable, was among the most vicious punishments of the new era. Any trafficker who experienced it would never dare repeat their crimes.

After placing the sheepskin map, Xing Ping held up a candle and made his way through winding, narrow corridors barely wide enough for one person, climbing stone steps that echoed with water sounds, returning to the surface.

Perhaps he was busy with one of the eight blue-flowered cows his father had recently acquired, immersed in pastoral labor and romance.

Watching Su Jingyun’s departing figure, Lei Xueliang, the manager of the Rizhengchang branch, furrowed his brow and wondered: Is the business in toilet paper and soap really that good?

The project he participated in, the “Breaking Shackles Plan,” required regular attendance at various tests.

“Tell me, shouldn’t we teach them a lesson?” Since the night Xing Ping severed his arm, Jiexie’s attitude toward this former disciple of Qingfeng had changed dramatically.

“Alright, go ahead.” A Fei didn’t want to waste time on such matters—their time was more valuable than these low-grade magic cores.

This round, he wielded the blade as the Sword Saint, dominating from start to finish, without uttering a sound.

Moreover, after taking the medicine given by Tu Lingling, Tu Huai visibly improved and hardly coughed anymore.

Zi Ji’s true form is the Hell Dragon King, with a lifespan around two hundred thousand years. Her form is in no way inferior to the pureblooded dragon race and she is also Di Tian’s wife.

Yet, at that moment, the dual-bladed warrior’s body was still being hurled backward, rigid in mid-air, unable to muster any strength to resist, forced to watch helplessly as the iron fan drew closer.

The gray-clad man vaulted onto his horse, but suddenly felt his hind leg yanked. Turning back, he saw Xiao Qian gripping his ankle, and rage flushed his face.

Yan Ruhai spoke gravely, glancing at his robust eldest son, then strode out of the grass pavilion with hands clasped behind his back.

The greatest taboo for the disadvantaged side in lane combat is misusing area-of-effect skills; Darius was holding the line, and if Maokai used his E, “Sapling Toss,” to greed for minions—

The Dragon Vein Spirit ascending to godhood did not surprise Li Xiu; if it hadn’t, that would have shocked him. But after reading its data, he was still amazed—its quality had risen to Aurora.

Qin Aotian patted Qin Feng’s shoulder and pressed a booklet into his hands, abruptly shedding his sorrow and replacing it with pride.

Feng Nieyang understood, there was a Nine Glass Pearl on Penglai Island, while the Nine Glass Lamp was kept by Mo Zhu—it would suffice to retrieve it.

“Hehe, don’t be shy, come, tell your senior sister.” She teased Su Chang’an with a smile. For some reason, she loved seeing Su Chang’an blush and shy, so different from the cold, somewhat domineering youth of yesterday.

This time, He An concentrated all his strength in his right hand, and with the momentum of his falling body, smashed the raging zombie so hard it was stunned, its feet scrabbling backward.

But Cao Cao would never reveal that he had secretly slipped aphrodisiac into Gao Yi’s wine that day, aiming to see if the self-proclaimed devoted disciple would resist even the effects of such a potion with Diao Chan.