Chapter 102: The Grandmaster Joins Forces, The Immortal Returns

Under the old man’s guidance, Chen Xi methodically searched step by step through the eastern forest of Qingxu Island.

Most of the competitors performed in a straightforward manner, showcasing their strengths; naturally, this was the safest approach. The audience watched with unabated enthusiasm, while those in the VIP seats had long since lost interest.

“What exactly do you like about Nangong Yu? Is it his background, his personality, or something else?” Jiang Chengce asked Han Yingying with a puzzled look.

Is this Ran Luoxue truly the original Ran Luoxue? Or has she been captured by the Dominators and brainwashed through some special method?

Upon hearing that Jiang Chengce would be filming in the studio, Su Youqing immediately felt a surge of excitement and, as if possessed, stepped out of her office and slowly walked toward the studio.

“Brother Hu, here’s the phone number for the Scorpion of the West Uighur organization.” Monkey, seeing Brother Hu’s grim expression, dared not press further and quickly handed over a satellite phone.

With a subtle implication, He Qingfan’s face flickered with a barely perceptible smile as he murmured softly.

Chen Xi’s words undoubtedly embarrassed Jin Qian; such blatant disrespect made even someone as sly as Jin Qian’s expression change abruptly.

Mu Manni’s face was adorned with a captivating smile, which stirred in Jiang Chengce a sudden impulse to marry her.

Upon hearing Chen Xi’s words, the leader’s heart was thrown into turmoil. He could not calm himself for a long time and refused to accept what Chen Xi said; he could not believe that the shattering truths Chen Xi revealed were real.

Continuing to observe the clan leader within the formation, I saw him plead for mercy for a while before suddenly his expression brightened with joy. Rising from the ground, he began to jump about like a child.

Meng Jinlin’s roar was tinged with regret. He had never expected such events to unfold within the Meng family—and all during his lifetime.

He gently raised his hand, and the pale blue flames instantly ignited, engulfing those arms completely.

“Then I’ll celebrate your birthday! How about that?” Gong Xixi said, trailing off with several adorable expressions, looking pitifully cute. Seeing this, Su He could almost imagine the words that would appear on Gong Xixi’s face and how endearing she was.

In Yaojing, there was even the saying, “No battlefield, no hero’s tomb; no true man.” But don’t misunderstand—this was not a place where heroes fought to the death or rested eternally.

However, having witnessed Xuanyuan Ye’s strength before, they were now uncertain.

The man in white curled his lips slightly, revealing a faintly mocking smile. One hand was grabbed by Jiao Yuzhen, while the other removed the silver mask from his face, revealing an extraordinarily handsome visage—one that anyone who had seen it would find unforgettable.

On the river’s surface, faint spirits drifted—mostly souls drowned in its waters—calling out and singing melodies no one could understand.

Although Tang Yixin usually wore flats, those shoes were casual and ill-suited to her evening gown.

Dong Ce led the group through the exhibition, wandering from item to item, offering careful explanations.

Mu Feng had spent nearly his entire life navigating various secret realms and perilous places. If anyone understood the Tianyuan Continent, it was Mu Feng. He was well-versed in countless legends and secrets, and even when details were unclear, he had his own deductions and conclusions.

The one suffering most painfully was An Mu, caught in the center, pulled from both sides and unable to resist—feeling like a rope in a tug-of-war with no rights at all.

Zhou Yubo opened his eyes. At this point, he felt steadier than ever, and his aura began to wane subtly, clearly having gained greatly from the high-level battles he had witnessed.

“Bastard!” an elven guard shouted, then charged forward, thrusting a long spear toward the skeletal soldier. Using his knight skills, he enhanced the spear and increased the speed of its piercing thrust.

This back-and-forth discussion, laden with the shadows of political intrigue and struggles, deeply engrossed Alfino, the observer. Child, this is politics.

At noon the next day, paparazzo Jiang Lishen sat in his spotless office, having just watched a video sent from Jianghai City featuring Winnie, and immediately made a phone call.

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Cao Yifang had originally worried that filming “Divine Eagle” would require shuttling between two locations, but Chen Yaman insisted that Longmen needed his popularity boost, and since his scenes were few, he could wait until post-production without causing any delays.

The strongest trainer? Interesting. He was curious to see what this Darkrai intended.

“Something terrible? I scratch my head—surely they haven’t been raising some monster to unleash against us? That would be utterly foolish.”

Someone entered the exhibition hall, folding away a pitch-black umbrella and slipping it into a plastic cover so that not a single drop of water touched the ground.

Even so, enemies had attacked the East Sea Dragon Palace. After several negotiations, the Dragon Clan reluctantly made concessions, neutering some of their usually rampant young dragon warriors—only then was the matter settled.

“Second Master, are there truly no pure, untainted mineral ores in this Immortal Realm?” This question sparked Zhou Jiuhui’s curiosity.

The following days were relaxed. The military officers had little to do, often gathering in small groups to chat or play poker. More often, they traveled together sightseeing around the outskirts of H City.

Everyone ascended the stairs into the rooms. After exchanging formal greetings and pleasantries, they took their seats carefully assigned in order.

Yang Yue closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Zhang Chaofeng spat in his face and struck his left cheek with a punch, leaving it numb. He moved his jaw but felt as if half his face was paralyzed.