Volume 1, Chapter 57: How many times is this already? Will you ever stop?

Gathering together once again, they felt as though they had returned to the past, and everyone was in high spirits.

That evening, we set up camp at a spot in the mountains. While inspecting the surrounding environment of the camp, someone discovered a pool of water in the valley behind the mountain.

Then, a hazy white light unexpectedly emanated from the gray ape's body, gradually enveloping its entire form. As the white light wrapped around the gray ape, the Dream-Weaving Mists of the entire Morning Dawn Forest actually began to slowly converge toward the gray ape.

Given his current abilities, safely leading the commoners rescued from the Xianbei or other foreign tribes back to Linbei was an utterly impossible task.

Jar and I nodded and agreed just like that. Anyway, we hadn't pinned any great hopes on it anyway.

King Kong, the Monkey King, glared with bloodshot eyes and leaped forward, swinging his arm with a punch that sent Linghu Shuo flying seven or eight meters backward.

"The 'One' is right here!" Professor Jin pointed to a completely blank spot on the map and said.

Su Shuang smiled after hearing Zhang Xuan's words. Just moments before, he had also asked who this "Brother Hu" mentioned by Zhang Xuan was, and briefly understood Yang Hu's character. Based on what he had gathered, he felt quite at ease regarding Yang Hu.

The person opposite pointed at Zhang Xuan. "You certainly have a sharp tongue. I hope you can still talk tough like this once you're tied up! Let's go, take them all down!" Having witnessed Zhang Xuan's sharp-witted tongue, that person decided to forgo any further verbal sparring and resorted directly to action.

After all, the times were changing. This era was vastly different from the one he knew, so much so that describing it as an earth-shattering change was no exaggeration.

Even the Divine Lords who had mastered the Heavenly Dao of Reincarnation could not pull the Mandate of Heaven out of reincarnation, because the Divine Lords' comprehension of the Heavenly Dao across the entire dimensional space was simply incomparable to it.

Seeing that I had accepted it, he told me to send the video to him, and then rattled off one by one who else it needed to be sent to.

The reason he was said to be pitch-black all over was because he wore black clothes, a black hat, and even his face was covered in a black mask. The mask didn't even leave a single hole; rather than a mask, it looked more like a layer of black paint smeared across his face, a kind of paint that concealed even the whites of his eyes, his nose, and his mouth.

By this time, Chao Tianxiu's once delicate face was now covered with crimson vascular patterns, making him look exceptionally sinister.

As the Water of Life entered his body, Dongyang's pale complexion immediately improved significantly, and even his dim gaze brightened up a bit.

Back then, she had stayed by her master's side, enjoying a uniquely favored status that belonged to her alone. Her master had even promised to pass on all medical arts to her, making her the new generation of Medicine Saint, and to marry her off to the Demon King to become the Queen of the Demon Race.

Yun Yeyao watched the female cook leave the recreation room, the expression in his eyes gradually shifting from helplessness to sharpness. The cook seemed to have deliberately mentioned certain matters to him, but Yun Yeyao could not yet fully comprehend the crucial parts of it.

Afterward, Sister Liang smiled at me and went to the office, while I went to the dressing room to change my clothes, getting ready for a new day of work.

At that moment, a doctor wearing a white lab coat walked in and spoke sternly to Dong Dazhi.

Leng Yuefei's words made Zhang Fan laugh happily. Raising Leng Yuefei was, after all, an effortless task.

Looking at the other person's provocative expression and the blush quietly creeping onto her cheeks, Loren instinctively felt a trace of danger.

As soon as he finished writing these, a commotion broke out not far away. Raising his head to look, some members of DTPH were running toward the outside, toward some faintly flickering shadows, and letting out sounds mixed with weeping.

There were no exceptions, because the resources of the Longteng Group were simply too vast. They had their own systematic process for cultivating artists.

Yet the anticipated collision never occurred. The car turned onto an unlit side road, drove forward for another twenty meters or so, and then came to a sharp halt with a screech.

The startled blond-haired youth stepped out of the tent and rubbed his eyes desperately—a thick sea of mist still blanketed the earth, showing not the slightest sign of dispersing.

A sitcom was like fruit after a hearty meal; though small, it was satisfying to consume. After watching it, everyone felt a burst of joy in their hearts without having to rack their brains over the subsequent plot.

The moment he deflected the blade, the gray-eyed youth seized the opportunity to leap up, kicking at the enemy to create distance and prevent himself from being trapped to death; more importantly, of course, to conserve his physical strength and reduce his reliance on the "Mark of the Evil God."

"Don't panic. Didn't you already know what I wanted?" Luca tucked his staff into his belt, using both hands and feet to climb up the giant's ear to the top of its head. Then he grabbed the guiding stone with both hands and wrenched it downward with all his might.

"If it can keep walking on two legs, then we'll let it in. But if it can't, you lot can just go back where you came from!" the security guard said with a sneer.

Su Yibai remained completely silent. In the current situation, he should be the one taking the hardest hit, yet he also appeared the most calm.

His twin swords had already been knocked away, and no one believed he could survive. Moreover, he was the prey of the Northern Xuanwu, and the masters of the Great Brightness Cult neither could nor dared to kill him.

Fortunately, such confinement-like days would not last much longer—it was now mid-July, and in a couple of days, Gu Mingsong would set off to live at the capital academy to prepare for the examinations, not returning home until the imperial exams concluded in August.

It was just a pity that among these quests, currently only the newly accepted one seemed the most likely to be completed. It was merely "helping General Yuan, the elder of the Yuan family village, fulfill a dying wish," and the difficulty was not high.

Therefore, the military supervisor was no longer that important. Besides, Cai You was a person who merely held an official post without doing any work, and with Cao Gu now stationed here to oversee things, Cai You might as well pack his bags and return to the capital.

The young man had delicate features with a hint of honest simplicity. Wearing a black down jacket, he constantly adjusted his posture. This youth was none other than 韩珞 (Han Luo). Having practiced Tai Chi for three years, his boxing framework had already penetrated to his marrow; to alter that kind of Tai Chi explosive strength required an immense amount of effort.

Along the way, we ran into several patrols of ghost runners. Upon learning that we were practitioners of the netherworld path, they didn't say anything, and none of them were as upright as Yin San. I even felt that Yin San's uprightness was a bit fake—the kind commonly known as overacting.