Chapter 145: The Grand Celestial Master

The water seemed to be boiling, and at the same time, it emitted a foul, unbearable stench.
“Run!!” Su Qingli suddenly shouted.
The two of them, along with the novice, began to run. They had only covered about three meters when suddenly—
“Bang!”
The pool exploded, spraying green water everywhere! Tall and foul-smelling!
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“Meng Que, how did you manage this?” Luo Cheng’s mind was overwhelmed with countless questions, but all that came out was this single sentence.
“I simply felt uneasy about the princess and went to check on her. Unexpectedly, I caught her sneaking away…” Long Yuling’s voice was thick with deep dissatisfaction.
The gunfire gradually died down as we pressed onward, reaching the outskirts of the Cao Gang headquarters. The elite soldiers stayed behind to fortify defenses, while Peng Degang and I proceeded inside.
By the time I returned home, it was already noon, and my son still hadn’t come back. Shui Yue asked why I hadn’t returned last night, so I recounted everything that had happened over the previous evening.
Long Feng and I had just entered the cave when we immediately spun around and dashed back out—two enormous eyes stared at us, startling us out of our wits.
Luo Shuiyi ground her teeth and snarled, “Try going three meals without eating while being forced to labor—see if you wouldn’t be hungry!” Each word was punctuated sharply, as if squeezed through clenched teeth.
Xiao Yao had long ceased to be an ordinary person; even Xu Feng would have been killed under such an assault.
The five great demon gods stood focused, gazing skyward without fear of a sneak attack from the West Sea people. Their faces were alight with joy, as if confirming the state of their hearts in that moment.
The two mercenaries who had been designated “Second” and “Fourth” had not actually been killed by Bai Qi. Instead, Bai Qi had used a special method to render them unconscious because he needed to question them about certain matters.
“What? The girl is pregnant?” Shen Tianqing ran over just in time to hear this and immediately grabbed Luo Shuiyi’s hand to take her pulse.
Before long, another person came out, voluntarily leading the three inside, then opened a secret passage in the backyard.
Liancheng Yazhi pressed the half-burned cigarette against the glass, the glowing tip scorching a faint, ashen yellow mark onto the cold surface.
“Who seeks an audience?” Fan Yongdou asked curiously. All eight Jin merchants were already assembled; who could be coming now?
Some even advised the emperor to let Princess Yuyao enter into a marriage alliance, arguing that since she was a princess without any powerful backing, it wasn’t worth offending the Turkic nation over her.
The lawyer glanced back and said, “Punk? Why are you still here? Waiting for the police to arrest you? You guys, get him out of here immediately. He’s been wanted by the authorities for a long time!” After saying this, he disappeared into the room.
Luan Xu smiled bitterly upon hearing this. The committee chairman truly had no good ideas—he rambled on about irrelevant things without providing a single concrete suggestion.
After all, the Wuxie Celestial Demon’s Great Blue Life Technique had been practiced for hundreds of thousands of years. Its power was nearly perfected. Even if Qin Ke mastered the secret art of the Curved Realm to its fullest, battles would still be evenly matched. How could it be otherwise now?
As night fell, Jiang Yichun returned home to see Wu Bai. Though they had never been close, Wu Bai had grown unusually silent, and their brief meeting quickly grew cold.
Pablo saw Zhou Mo arrive at the office and called out to him at the door. Zhou Mo replied quickly to Old Carl, “I know,” then strode toward the office that felt so familiar.
Like a brilliant firework blossoming in the night sky, endless sparks and flowing light shot out in all directions. The spiritual energy from seven ley lines converged there, gradually dispelling the darkness. The earth rumbled continuously.
As soon as the words were spoken, the window in the room shattered with a loud crash. Then, a fierce wind, seemingly from nowhere, swept through and slammed the window wide open, flooding Bai Gu’s room with cold air. The force of the wind was as intense as the blizzards they had experienced in Iceland, utterly unlike the weather that should have been in London at that moment.