Chapter 42 Snagging a Wishing Talisman in a Flash Sale

A large box of needles and thread, complete with an iron tin, was something Fang Mingxi had looked for at the supply and marketing cooperative several times in vain, but today she was in luck—as soon as she arrived, she spotted the sewing kit displayed beneath the counter.

She eagerly rushed forward, pulling out a thread ration ticket and an industrial ticket, and asked, "Comrade, how much is this box of needles and thread?"

Luo Lanlan was tilting her head to drink some water. Hearing Fang Mingxi’s hurried voice, her hand shook, and a large cup of water spilled all over her face. She hurriedly put down the cup and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe herself.

The man in white robes also held a glass of red wine. His tone was icy, his gaze was sinister, and his most striking feature was a prominent, hooked eagle nose.

Liang Chen smiled as he casually turned the Dragon Soul jade pendant over in his hand. He had never expected that, after such a winding journey, this jade pendant would return to his possession. Perhaps this was some unspeakable, mysterious destiny. With it, he believed that before long, he would be able to perceive the imperial dragon vein hidden deep within the dragon veins of the world.

The two of them panicked and quickly burrowed into the earth. After a long while, there was still no movement, and Shijie began to wonder if Emperor Yu had heard incorrectly.

The carefully calculated plot of killing two birds with one stone that he had painstakingly devised not only failed to work, but almost backfired instead.

Consequently, while Luochen sat in peace to meditate, the mountain forest echoed with loud shouting and cheering as people played games of guess-fingers.

Bizarrely, during the slaughter, these sea beasts were in no rush to charge into the city; the beast tide seemed to be deliberately using the sea beasts to exhaust the abilities of the human Tier-2 powerhouses.

Behind these people, yet another wave surged forward, only to be bounced backward entirely.

Hearing this, Bai Qianyu nodded heavily. It seemed that apart from this single word, she had nothing more to say.

Qin Hu could no longer contain the fury in his heart. Veins bulged on his forehead as he roared at the soldiers beside him.

This oppressive force was meant to destroy them, and then to assimilate everything about them after their destruction back into itself—absorbing them in the manner of a sacrifice to enhance the power residing within this statue.

Even among the Chaotic Demon Kings under the command of the Sun and Moon Demon Saint, though born from chaos, their mastery over chaotic forces was limited—let alone being able to absorb and refine chaotic forces like Li Tianchen could.

At the same time, however, some people believed that the Asking Heaven Alliance had a high chance of winning. Most of these individuals came from mid-tier factions who had previously suffered oppression from the upper-tier factions. Therefore, they desperately hoped that the Asking Heaven Alliance could represent these mid-tier factions in defeating the Lei family, letting everyone know that mid-tier factions were not to be bullied easily.

Every wave of energy contained a terrifying might. Wherever it passed, the bamboo forest was uprooted, and deep craters formed on the ground.

Luoduanqiao’s mood improved even further. He sauntered airily over to the dining table set by Mother Tang, saw that his own portion was indeed there, and began to eat with a beaming smile, even sipping a few times from the beverage he usually rarely touched.

When Wu Xinyan heard Wu Nan say that Zhuobu had invited them out to play, she immediately leaped out of bed, and not a trace of sleepiness could be seen on her face.

Amidst the silence, she still could not help but let out another cold laugh. He had always thought himself to be a very clever person—who would have known? This was not clever at all.

Though Hun Cen’s innate talent was certainly inferior to Hun Xin’s, bolstered by such a vast accumulation of resources, his strength had already far surpassed experts of the same realm.

"Store manager, go find your grandfather. I have some urgent matters, so I won't linger here," Ye Chen said in a low voice.

Li Tianchen’s series of methods were extremely covert, featuring layers within layers that trapped the true form of the Yamata no Orochi inextricably.

This old man was none other than the Yellow Immortal Patriarch. I was well aware of why he was paying homage to me; it seemed this old gentleman truly doted on his grandson a great deal.

Upon hearing the three words "King of Draws," the immortal cultivators nearby also cast curious glances over. Yan Zhen could not help tears streaming down his face; his reputation as the King of Draws was indeed quite resounding now, with so many immortal cultivators knowing of it.

However, come to think of it, the people Shen Cheng arranged were hardly top-tier experts either. When encountering someone hailing from a martial arts sect, they didn't seem particularly well-equipped to handle them.