Chapter 109: Ju Zhenyi Comes Calling

My Narration Is Not Very Serious The chime of the wind bell 1302 words 2026-04-13 15:08:33

Since they were at Reina Serizawa’s house, the two of them only played one round of the game last night. However, because An benefited from a double constitution bonus, that round lasted a bit longer than usual, allowing Sayu Amamiya to sleep in—a rare occurrence for her.

When she opened her eyes, a brief moment of confusion gave way to noticing An’s gaze. Realizing her current state, her delicate face flushed slightly. Instinctively, she pulled the blanket up a little higher to cover what had been exposed.

Arranging spirit stones to form an array that gathers the primal energy of heaven and earth was actually quite simple. By fixing the stones at specific angles and positions, a unique magnetic field would form, drawing in and concentrating the ambient energy.

After setting up teleportation arrays for two consecutive days, they finally reached the northernmost edge of the Southern Province, which bordered the southernmost part of the Central Province.

Just as the old Taoist was about to turn and leave, he suddenly heard movement in the nearby forest, as if someone was approaching.

Li Zhuo stopped him, warning that acting then would only cause trouble. When did the terror organization become so considerate? Even a fool could see that something was off if they proceeded that way.

Though the cultivators from other regions knew where Li Zhuo lived, no one dared disturb him.

Before leaving, Li Xiao had told him that if he wanted to lose weight, he must exercise until he returned.

Li Zhuo found it somewhat amusing, realizing that Jiang Chaoguo had misunderstood him—thinking he was merely a lone computer technician forced to compromise with America this time.

A torrent of spiritual light poured down from the heavens, reflecting a massive spiritual formation. The overwhelming spatial fluctuations, like a raging storm, ravaged the area, distorting the space within dozens of miles.

At the thought of this, everyone took off running without hesitation, unwilling to stay any longer or face Zhou Tong.

The two clashed back and forth, their killing intent blazing fierce, until at one moment they collided again. Bu Zheng flicked his hand, wielding a short blade aimed straight at Yi Han’s chest.

With no other way to make amends to Bai Furong, Aotian, determined not to be hated by her any longer and to atone for past grievances, decided to reveal this information.

“Ah, nothing, nothing!” Ye Long chuckled awkwardly, waving his hand quickly. If Black Butterfly knew what he was thinking, he’d be tearing his own skin off.

Chen Xue opened her reddened eyes but did not look toward the newcomer, instead showing a nervous, uneasy expression.

In short, Yang Yi’s words, meant as provocation, successfully enraged Ling Xinghan. Because of that one sentence, Yang Yi had directly violated three of Ling Xinghan’s iron rules.

The recoil force traveled from the arm throughout the body, causing Jin Shengzhe’s upper body to lean backward. Fortunately, his leg muscles were solid and sturdy, maintaining his balance despite the impact.

“Know him, know him!” Li Zhuang hurriedly nodded in agreement. Given the circumstances, he had no intention of deceiving Ye Long.

Chen Xuanzang dared not eat, while Zhu Ganglie drooled with desire. He wanted to eat, but Qing Feng strictly forbade it, saying their master had instructed that only the elders could partake.

Shen Xiazi did not linger long on Qin Yang; his gaze rested on him for only three breaths of time.

At that moment, he took something out and handed it to Tang Ming. Tang Ming looked surprised, then opened the box and focused his eyes on the item inside.

But there was no other way—his strength was insufficient. For now, he could not surpass those beasts and had to follow the competition steps one by one.

“So you want me to cooperate with you, uniting the Judgment Hall and the Zhibei family to resist that power, correct?” Qin Feng asked calmly.

Ignoring Officer Linda, the Military Saint nodded slightly. His eyes fixed intensely on Wang Tu, who stood dozens of meters away. A chilling, sinister smile slowly crept onto the Military Saint’s lips.

Lu Nan said nothing but took out a fire-starting talisman and flicked it into the stairwell behind the door.