Chapter 128: Cullen and the Restaurant

In his past life, Li Changsheng had always been a well-behaved student, at most stealing a glance at a novel during class. Upon entering the classroom, he momentarily forgot his identity as the Master of Alien Creatures. He sat at his desk with habitual primness, his rigid posture drawing the gaze of every student.

"Look at that Asian guy, he looks so stiff!"
"I bet he’s Chinese-American!"

Bella looked up, casting a secret, sympathetic glance at Li Changsheng, thinking to herself. In such a critical moment, where every second against the Grim Reaper counted, the last thing they needed was a mishap like this. But scolding Old Jin would only make matters worse; the priority was to appease Professor Ouyang and set aside such high-minded ideals.

"Eh? What’s wrong with it?" The innkeeper, who had been happily tallying his accounts, looked up as the young man spoke. Although a smile still lingered on his lips, the warmth in his eyes had long since vanished.

This forbidden secret technique was surely immensely powerful; even before it fully manifested, a barrier of consequence had already shielded the area around it.

"Master, your disciple will not fail your high expectations. I will do everything in my power to retrieve the Purple Rain Sword," Chen Feng vowed solemnly.

They had slaughtered so many Profound-grade demonic beasts, yet they hadn't encountered a single spirit beast like Yuan Wu. All they found were ferocious monsters, which was why Chen Feng had resorted to such a massacre.

Consuming this spirit elixir for cultivation offered benefits indistinguishable from absorbing high-grade or top-grade spirit crystals, while also freeing a cultivator’s hands for combat or the casting of incantations.

"Not fun at all. I'll stop teasing you; go ahead and ask," Bing'er retracted her soul-captivating aura and sat up, waiting earnestly for my question.

"Young... Young Master, do you have any idea what the prices are like in Four North City now?" Old Zhong interrupted Chang Bao'er’s excitement quite inappropriately.

The base leader’s entourage was indeed well-supplied. Unlike the others who had to huddle in their vehicles to rest, they not only had numerous tents but also a dedicated team for cooking meals.

Since the staircase was narrow and there were seven or eight people blocking the way, their stance made it clear they had no intention of yielding.

The innkeeper gestured toward the establishment: "Poisoning the food is the lowest form of trickery; poisoning the air is the true masterstroke!"

The cultivators all assumed that the man who had been obsessed with slaughter ten years ago was a scapegoat framed by the Demonic Sect.

To prevent Wen Ran’s crying from waking Ji Wanyong, Li Yueniang carried the baby to the room already prepared for the princess.

He Yuhan was pregnant, and with the current tense situation, her family forbade her from going out to shop. Typically, Han Yixian would buy whatever the household needed either in the morning or upon returning from work in the evening.

She suddenly remembered that she, too, had once loved someone just as they did, but the memory was a blurred mess. When she tried to delve deeper, her head throbbed as if it were about to burst.

"Ren Wu, bring that portrait here for me to see." The dark-skinned man who had been waiting for someone pointed to the scroll in Ren Wu’s hand.

Now, this marital bond imprisoned him to the point of suffocation; every action was constrained. He had to consider at every turn whether his conduct might implicate his family.

"If the Underworld holds no soul, then Yue Yuhan must still be alive. However, bound by the Dragon-Locking Chain, he has likely been reduced to a mortal and fallen to the human realm. He can no longer return to the Divine Temple," the Heavenly Emperor sighed.

"Wager? What wager?" Li Xue looked blank; her anger had not yet subsided, and the wager had long since drifted beyond the circle of her current memory.

Besieged by several supreme powerhouses, the Heavenly Demon faced death at every turn, bearing one horrific wound after another, nearly being sealed away.

Usopp was puzzled, but he trusted Law, sensing that Law must have noticed some problem that prompted his plan to use the sound-absorbing insect puppets.

"Prince, there is no need for such formalities." Murong Ba stroked his beard, looking at Ye Qiye with a touch of sentimentality. The child had finally recovered, and appeared to be very intelligent, though it remained to be seen how they would develop in the future.