Chapter 33: The Cooked Pheasant Flies Away

The black caps of the morel mushrooms had not yet unfurled, a sign that they were at their most nutrient-rich stage. Fang Mingxi bent down to inhale their scent, already imagining the aroma that would fill the air once they were cooked. Her hands moved swiftly, carefully picking several morels before brushing aside nearby pine needles to uncover a cluster of matsutake mushrooms beneath.

She had found two types of fungi, while Tang Yao’s side was laden with a heap of chanterelles.

The yellow mushrooms were new to her; she had only learned about them recently through some popular science readings over the past few months.

Just as Xing Miaozhi had said, among all the people in the world, those who hold the titles of Sage and Immortal simultaneously are exceedingly rare. Tuoba Tian was undoubtedly a genius among geniuses—the true dragon among men.

“But...” Dan Ning glanced around nervously, realizing they had unknowingly stepped inside the courtyard walls of the Meisilan Shrine.

There wasn’t even the slightest ripple of energy, which suggested that the tree’s sudden emergence was the work of the “Creator,” who must have used some special method to make it sprout from the ground.

That egg had been guarded for generations without any unusual phenomena occurring. Perhaps it truly was a villain. When faced with the choice between the villain and one’s own life, naturally, one’s own life took precedence. The ancestors had lain dead for tens of thousands of years and would not rise from the earth to scold them. So the wolf kings decisively surrendered and quickly retreated.

Under relentless scorching heat, Chen Qing slowly fused with a fiery phoenix. The phoenix flitted through his body, making every inch of him exquisitely refined and translucent, to the point that black ash began to burn out from within him.

“The path to immortality is littered with bones; becoming an immortal is no easy feat. But that is merely a story. In this world, how far you can ascend is determined by your own peak—that peak is your immortality,” Su Yang said.

“Yes, senior. Those two are my friends. One is Luo Yishan, currently serving in the Holy Hall of the royal city. The other is Zhang Zhan, a rather despicable fellow,” the elder said with evident disdain when mentioning Zhang Zhan.

Su Jinxi frowned slightly. Someone appearing here at this hour, acting furtively, was clearly up to no good. She slipped behind a nearby large pillar, intending to observe what this person might be planning.

Both Xue Meigui and Xiao Long had drastically changed their attire. They used to wear only famous brands, both domestic and foreign.

“Alright then, you rest first. If you rest, I’ll definitely rest too. Whoever lies can’t claim to be truly human,” Zhuo Yang retorted sharply.

Thus, once all preparations were complete and the new club was about to initiate talks with Real Madrid, Kaka informed the higher-ups of his intentions. There was no more time to delay. Although the transfer window wouldn’t open until August, all planned transfers had already begun.

However, the storage room was built a full hundred meters underground—few factions could manage such a feat.

Kameda’s inner strength surpassed Xiao He’s expectations. Two large-scale ninjutsu techniques were deployed in rapid succession, requiring an extraordinary amount of inner power that ordinary players could not endure.

“I want to personally seek revenge, to cleanse my shame, but there is almost no chance left!” Wang Yulou was painfully aware of the disparity between his strength and Lin Chen’s, and he knew his own talents were far from exceptional.

Gundogan and Bernardo Silva pressed high up the pitch, not necessarily to regain possession, but more to hinder the opponent’s pace and rhythm, buying time for their teammates to reposition.

Without Zhuo Yang, there would be no hope for Chunlei, nor would there be the youth football boom in China that he spearheaded. The national team and leagues would still be picking players from pools of less than ten thousand every year.

But the price was that every living thing on this entire hillside was ruthlessly cut down under the moonlit night.

“Captain, it’s done. All control systems have been fully restored,” an operator exclaimed excitedly, turning back as soon as the captain finished speaking.