Volume One, Chapter 96: The Grand Patron of the Ninth Grade Studio

The eerie chill that ran down his spine kept Hyuga Hizashi from making any rash moves. As the head of the Hyuga clan, Hizashi deeply understood one truth: the more incomprehensible something is, the more dangerous and terrifying it becomes.

In short, Taiyi of that world had fallen for reasons unknown, leading to the massacre of the beauties under his protection. The temple sanctuary was plundered, leaving only a trace of divine consciousness hidden within the remnants of a divine statue’s blood.

Since arriving here, Han Cheng had developed the habit of keeping detailed records over the years.

Gu Zheng turned his head and saw a whole cart piled high with documents—so many that the pile resembled a wall.

However, later on, several Earth Immortals discovered that the two immortal trees had been struck by lightning too many times. If this continued, they would surely perish from the heavenly thunder. After much deliberation, they decided to seal the two trees with a secret technique to protect them from further lightning tribulations.

Two paddle-sail ships, each fully loaded with 60 people, were joined by two patrol boats requisitioned from the Keelung Shipyard. Utilizing every available vessel except for territorial fishing boats, they loaded the entire army and supplies and sailed down the freshwater river mouth into the sea. With sails unfurled and wind at their backs, they headed south toward the North Harbor Creek estuary.

As the days passed, the tribe’s people gradually felt a surge of joy and anticipation.

Perhaps because he had personally pulled Zhang Ning back from the brink of death, he felt a greater sense of responsibility toward her, visiting the hospital every now and then to offer comfort and guidance.

Shi Zuizui stopped packing her clothes altogether. After all, it was only a few changes of clothing, and whether they were placed in the wardrobe or not made little difference.

At the ruined entrance of the street, Enel’s figure suddenly appeared. Under his black robe, a dark golden staff extended outward, crackling with black lightning.

Qiu Xiuzi thought she was about to leave on vacation. Well, that was fine—recently, many manufacturers had been disputing with the company, causing Ning Dai’s projects to fall through.

Though Ye Yun had withdrawn her imposing aura, she still dared not meet his gaze. With Ye Yun already having jumped down from the pomegranate tree, she no longer had any reason to act defiantly and slunk away, not even wiping the mud off her clothes.

After all, the Qinghuan Sect now boasted an Earth Immortal ancestor, Master Hehuan, whose visage resembled that of Luo Qiudie—undeniably among the top figures in the cultivation world.

“What do you mean ‘supplement’? All you do is eat!” Tong Sha, annoyed, shoved Tong Mingqiang out the door.

Chen Tianxiu’s gaze turned cold. His hand moved like lightning, catching the first dagger aimed at him. With a snap, he broke the young man’s hand, who let out a blood-curdling scream.

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