Chapter 107 Surrounded

As he rushed to the entrance of the laboratory, he saw that a crowd had gathered outside at some point. In the dim light by the door, he recognized them as a group of ragged survivors.

“Uh…” Xuanyuan’s face was marked with awkwardness. He turned to Situhui, who gave him a reassuring nod. Xuanyuan was speechless—was his charm truly that overwhelming?

Yu Jing, who had just stepped out of the vehicle, was startled. She had only sent a message to Zhan Ling, asking him to arrange for the dark forces of District Twenty to receive her group. Unexpectedly, Zhan Ling himself had appeared.

“If you don’t cry, I’ll take you to find your mother.” Ning Yanshu’s words made Ning Jinyan, whose tears had already reached the corners of her eyes, instantly draw them back. She reached out to wipe her tears onto her hand, wearing an expression of stubborn defiance, as if insisting she had never cried and any such sight was merely an illusion.

He briefly recounted his experiences to Dongguo Hui, whose gaze toward Xuanyuan shifted once again—now filled with deep gratitude, as though Xuanyuan had saved his very life.

The mistress and those missing junior disciples had indeed perished, but not by the master’s hand. They had all fallen to another powerful figure within the Supernatural Surveillance Bureau.

Both left and right ahead were blocked by aliens. Feiyu realized that Lucifer had mobilized so many just to capture him; there was no escape.

Tilting his head, Ning Yi watched Taeyeon burst through the door, then calmly closed the car door, leaned against it with arms crossed, and observed with amusement as Taeyeon strode out ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters, and then…

Little did he know that he himself was mostly responsible for Taeyeon’s transformation. This scene perfectly illustrated the adage that those who harm others ultimately harm themselves; shamelessness, it seems, is contagious. Taeyeon had clearly inherited Ning Yi’s knack for turning truth upside down, brazenly lying with eyes wide open.

Xuanyuan was no fool. Seeing the Dragon Emperor extend him such courtesy, he took the opportunity to withdraw, sheathing the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword. The proud dragon clan members dared not protest.

Cultivators were indifferent, aloof, viewing all beneath the heavens as mere ants, contemptuous of all, and themselves the object of universal disdain.

Looking at the clothes, Lin Yuling immediately recalled the silhouette he had glimpsed earlier, feeling a pang of guilt.

He even believed that Liu Bowen, priding himself as a distinguished scholar from eastern Zhejiang, held nothing but contempt for those of humble origins like themselves.

The centurion beside Qi Heng, who had been hastily promoted by Zhu Yuanzhang to assist him, wasted no time and issued the order without hesitation.

She stared blankly at the churning sea before her, suddenly realizing she was utterly lost in an unnamed place, unable to find her bearings.

With little choice, Mu Wanqing took ten pounds of lotus roots and ten pounds of lotus pods to the Auspicious Tavern.

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed deeply and waved to his trusted general Xu Da behind him. Wagon after wagon, loaded with grain, was brought forth.

Seeing this, Mu Wanqing set Mu Yuanli down, nudged him forward, and signaled him to call out to the others.

“Xiaoyun, don’t be nervous. The more exaggerated your performance on stage, the better the effect!” His partner Yan Hexiang comforted him.

Opening with a joke about the master’s baggage, it was clear he was Guo’s direct disciple. The audience burst into laughter and applause.

This sensation was not unique to Shen Lie; aside from the effeminate man and Scar, who carried a slender sword, only Hailis, focused and preparing for battle, remained unaffected. Everyone else turned pale, beads of sweat appearing faintly on their brows.