Chapter 89: Struggle Amidst Mutation
In the tropical rainy season, the weather changes in the blink of an eye—from clear skies in the morning to torrential rain in the afternoon. All members of the expedition hurried into the cabin to take shelter from the downpour. Only Bill called Jack aside into a corner, where the two spoke in hushed tones. Li Changsheng watched this scene, sneering coldly. He knew exactly what they were discussing. If the rain continued and the water level rose, the Man River would become impassable, forcing them to turn back and seek another route. Yun Qingya had only recently joined the group, yet had already become entangled with her man—hardly a good thing.
“The real-world you has such a good temper!” Yu Tian followed up with another cryptic comment that left everyone perplexed.
“Hey, what are you doing? I didn’t expect you to be so strong, you actually hurt me.” Snapping back to her senses, Xu Qin pushed Zi Qing away, grabbed a cushion, and twisted her body to the side.
In midair, boundless platforms of shattered stone floated. Upon each platform rested a severed head. Looking out, these platforms were countless, stretching across the sky without end.
Everyone understood Teach’s intentions. Jason and Li Fei nodded with understanding, stepping forward to help Beidou up and escort him away.
The army returned victorious. Emperor Yuanhong personally led Yuan Yingjia and Yuan Chenlei, along with the court officials, to welcome them at the Ten Mile Pavilion.
It was as if time stood still! In that moment, everything froze. Across the sea of stars, Sun Ang was the sole protagonist. Aside from him, all else—light, thoughts—remained in a state of suspension.
“Let’s interview this elder,” Chen Yu approached a man of about sixty years.
After his victory, the man in black clothes responded humbly, while the man in white forced a smile. Unfortunately, the outstretched hand of friendship was ignored. Leaving the awkward martial artist behind, he turned and departed.
He deftly avoided the Iron Slurry Dragonfly and, with a casual stroke, sliced open its spear body. In less than half a second, he lashed out at Lisa Shidomaru’s lower back.
This time, their family moved, and many from the neighboring village came. Of course, it was out of respect for Doctor Xu and his wife.
While the nurse cleaned her wound, she kept her eyes on Luo Jun. Not only was she unable to leave, but Luo Jun had gone in for an examination and hadn’t returned, so she couldn’t learn the results.
Wang Qi sensed that Yang Ruo was different today compared to before. Remembering the rumors he’d heard, his doubts grew heavier. He took hold of Yang Ruo’s hand again and led her deeper into the flowerbeds.
Fortunately, his resolve had only wavered, not collapsed. At least, after his slump, Ma Yuanliang had adjusted his mindset—prepared for continued defeat if need be.
Now… he was almost afraid to cultivate, worried that in his confusion he might take that half-step and become a mediocre Foundation Builder.
For the first time, Lin Zhuyin began to yearn for true actors—those who diligently studied each role and earnestly presented their best selves, as if living a new life through their performances.
Thinking this way, longing surged like a tide. Chaoxi sighed; though she’d only left Yan Kingdom a dozen days ago, it felt as if half a year had passed. Knowing she’d have to wait months more to see Shang Jue made her even more restless; she used to be calm as a still lake—when had she ever felt this way?
When he parted the grass, all he saw was a corner of a pink garment and a slender back. That silhouette occupied his mind completely.
Especially in the circle of wandering cultivators, Xiao Chen had already become a patron—many wanted to join Dragon Gate.
Many monsters inside and outside the ancient city turned to look—what had happened? Was Thunder Mother scolding someone? Who was so reckless?
Yin Yaoyao had inspected every floorboard and wall, but found no hollow doors or secret passages.