That pent-up breath was finally released.

When Liu Yi woke up again, it was already past ten o'clock the next morning.

The numbness in her body had subsided significantly, but when she tested her supernatural abilities, she found she still could not transform into a Flood Dragon or a semi-Flood Dragon form, nor could she even use the vertical pupils she possessed in human form.

However, summoning the bean sprouts remained effortless—they came at a call and vanished at a wave.

"Feeling better?" Liang Zuan asked, feeding the young girl another two cups of spiritual spring water.

No sooner had Liu Yi finished drinking than she sprang up from the bed like a corpse rising from the dead, shouting, "I'm going to..."

A flavor even more delicious than the most savory braised egg instantly flooded their palates; it was a taste that could not possibly be captured by the mere words "delicious."

Given the current situation, Gu Yanlie could no longer be in the mood to orchestrate this matter, which left Zhang Zhen as the sole suspicious party.

In this day and age, individuals gifted in both filmmaking and commercial operations were exceedingly rare. The three Li brothers were precisely such versatile talents, and it would truly be a pity to let them slip away.

Hun Feng, realizing that his attempt at flattery had entirely backfired, lowered his head in a panic. The battle qi in his hands gradually dissipated, and he silently backed away as far as his legs could carry him.

In Tiangong City, just as everyone was going about their daily routines and living busy lives, a piercing alarm sounded out.

"Shufeng!" Inside the dark cave, Ah Li walked in front, with Shufeng following closely behind her. In the current dimness where Shufeng could see nothing at all, he had to rely entirely on sensing Ah Li's aura to find his path.

Itsuka Kotori bit down on the lollipop in her mouth without speaking, while Yatogami Tohka looked at Itsuka Shido with a somewhat bewildered expression, and Shido himself had no idea what to do at that moment.

Enduring the gazes of all the male classmates in the room, Shido trembling took a piece of biscuit from the box and put it into his mouth.

Driven by intense curiosity, he decided to test whether it was true or false; after all, there was nothing to lose if it failed. Qihe Town was currently considered Japanese territory, making it an unsuitable place to conduct experiments. Therefore, he quickly packed up his belongings and traveled a few dozen kilometers away to Dingyuan County, which remained under the control of the Nationalist Army.

"Second Brother-in-law is amazing! I want Second Brother-in-law to teach me this martial art!" He Baquan exclaimed, having once again witnessed the true skill of his "Second Brother-in-law," and made his request pleadingly.

"You're the one who's poisoned!" Xiao Xingluo retorted angrily, growing more exasperated the more she thought about Ping'er's words.

"My... former homeroom teacher was named Song Jia." I nodded. Whether it was because the lightbulb outside the guard booth was exceptionally bright, or because that Lincoln had carried the real Wang Shiyu away, or simply because Song Jia was smiling at me, the terror she had previously instilled in me seemed to vanish down to absolute zero in an instant.

I looked at the reporters and said, "Actually, there isn't much to say. The match between Quan Long and me is a private affair, completely unrelated to nations or countries." I had no desire to be exploited by certain individuals or dragged into ideological agendas, hence framing it strictly as a private matter.

The tunnel was not long, and fifteen minutes later, the two of them emerged side by side. It seemed they had both roughly calculated the distance from the truck to the cave entrance. This stretch of road was approximately 1,500 meters long, and traveling at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour, they would encounter the truck forty-five seconds later.

Before the words had even faded, a rustling sound echoed from the woods on both sides, whipped up by a sudden gust of eerie wind. Su Zejun immediately stepped forward, his expression tightening in vigilance.

As Xiao Hanyu turned over, the pouch was no longer pinned beneath his body, but rested prominently and conspicuously right across his waist.

With this thought in mind, he entered his spatial territory and looked out toward the Fourth Space—the Barren Great Immortal Realm. He had no idea how things were currently faring there, having not visited in a long time. With time flowing at a normal rate there as well, it was even harder to gauge what era the Fourth Space had reached. He decided to pay a visit and see for himself.

Cigarette clamped between his teeth, Stain pacing back and forth impatiently in circles, before finally flicking the half-smoked cigarette to the ground and turning with helpless exasperation toward Hinagiku, who stood clutching the Seven Heavens Seven Swords with a face as cold as ice.