29. Infusing the Talisman with Blood

"Starting from scratch with a solo climb? Would anyone even enjoy watching that? And wouldn't the recording process be too cumbersome?" Zhang Wei was skeptical.

"Oh, really? My apologies, my memory isn't what it used to be, haha." Lin Chu gave an awkward laugh. He felt embarrassed that someone had been so thoughtful as to notice such a detail, while he had completely forgotten about it.

Furthermore, Dean Dai possessed a rugged, stiff demeanor that radiated coldness. It wasn't the detached, scholarly coldness typical of an academy head, but rather a wild, untamed sort of indifference. It felt out of place for a dean and seemed more akin to that of a hunter from the Demon Realm.

Although Wang Xifeng had instructed the kitchen to prepare an elaborate vegetarian feast, Grandmother Jia had spent the entire day exhausted and managed only a few bites. With no interest in admiring the moon or any such nonsense, she had herself carried away to sleep.

It was a pity that Dou Wei’s air of a transcendent hermit lasted only until the moment the old man, Cui Kang, opened his mouth.

At breakfast, Dongfang Yunyang caught a glimpse of his wife, Xishan Hongye, but the two merely exchanged a distant glance before parting ways.

Afterward, Kisame Hoshigaki explained this unfamiliar ninja world to Asuma Sarutobi, naturally including an introduction to Dongfang Yunyang, who had summoned them, and the unique bond they shared.

At the same time, although he masked it well, his subtle limb tremors revealed that he was likely suffering from severe injuries.

She was breathtakingly beautiful and possessed a sharp tongue, yet she was remarkably sensible when it came to important matters and never acted unreasonably—a rare quality in this world.

Leng Manyan grew even more puzzled. If no one could find the War King Peak, then where did this Zhan Xian'er come from, and why did she call herself Zhan Xian'er of War King Peak? Could she have actually found the peak and inherited the peerless techniques left behind by the War King?

Ye Fei felt his head spinning. He was left speechless by such an eccentric Snow Slave. He felt a strong urge to just step on the gas and flee, yet his fingers, as if possessed, instinctively hit the redial button on his phone.

"What is going on here? Who is causing trouble?" Director Li led his men into the courtyard, barking the question at Meng Gui.

The black mist suddenly dispersed, reverting into individual wisps that crawled out through the cracks in the bricks and fled in all directions.

Hibiki Tachibana was startled. Maria and her group had actually unleashed a "Swan Song"!? Was the opponent really that formidable?

When Ji Shaohua woke up the next morning, he was horrified to discover that he had wet his entire quilt. Recalling the nightmare he’d had and looking at the room he was in, he broke into a cold sweat, thinking to himself that he had truly taken a stroll through hell.

"It couldn't be helped. Patriarch Xiaoshan is too weak; taking him with us is out of the question. Besides, we didn't want him to know, so he wouldn't worry. Your explanation just now was quite effective, I won't deny that," Leng Manyan said, sharing her thoughts as she quietly explained the situation to Long Xiaofeng.

"Heh! If you hadn't arrived today, you wouldn't be complaining about the room price like this. Young lady, do you have any idea how much silver it costs to stay one night in a premium room at our Dragon and Phoenix Inn?" the old innkeeper gently reminded her.

Then, he discovered that he was lying in bed, with her soft body pressed against his.

In the dim light of the hall, the sudden appearance of this scene felt truly eerie.

In the sea of magma in the distance, enormous monsters roared and rolled about. They seemed unfazed by the intense heat, playing as if in ordinary water. The surface of the fire lake was covered in a hazy mist, manifesting the desperate struggles of dying souls in hell.

A blinding flash of lightning, like a silver snake, erupted from Qin Yue's blade. It stung Xiong Ba’s eyes, forcing him to instinctively shut them to protect his sight. He was compelled to strike out with his Cloud-Severing Palm based only on the positions he remembered.

The room had no inner or outer chambers; it was entirely a massive laboratory, filled with independent workstations, test tubes, computers, and various instruments both familiar and unknown.

At the same time, a scattering of arrows fell into the encampment, though they failed to kill a single enemy.

As for opponents stronger than him? Hmph, then they might as well be dead. What did it matter if he knew sword techniques or not?

For instance, there was a pair of foolish father and son in the Redridge Mountains. They fell asleep there, only to wake up buried under lava, trapped for a long time before they could get out. They were truly beyond stupid.

What appeared on the screen was a long string of images, each accompanied by a brief description.

But their luck didn't seem to be on their side this time. Despite a cloudless, sunny sky, a fierce wind suddenly kicked up as they climbed past an altitude of 6,000 meters, and snow began to fall in sparse flakes.

He hadn't intended to reveal the Ghost Head Blade until he found the source of the synthesized voice, but Zhang Xiao was prepared to expose it early, even if his opponents were merely zombies—such flexibility was never difficult for him, and he held no psychological barriers against it.

A massive sword aura slashed toward Drag D. William, who neutralized it using the Six Styles: Tempest Kick.

Seven black lanterns hung around the black-robed old man, filled with corpse oil and exuding a faint, deathly aura.

The night sky was as dark as ink, with only the monotonous sound of the ocean waves nearby. At the stroke of midnight, a chasm split open on the nearby shore.

Han San asked Liu Futang how he knew. Liu Futang replied, "Although those two goats looked like ordinary ones on the outside, their eyes could never be disguised. The moment I saw their gaze, I knew that no one but those two demons could have such eyes."

Ye Jiu, being a lone wolf, didn't really care. As for the Mage, he acted like he cared, but as the descendant of an upstart, he had no idea how to spend the family wealth anyway, so he was equally indifferent.