Chapter 141: Heavenly Tribulation (Part Two)

“Zi Wuxin, why are you coming over to cause trouble? This is a matter of the Purple Immortal Palace; you don’t need to interfere,” Zi Tianji said after taking action.

“I don’t care about your Purple Immortal Palace affairs. I only want to know why the emissaries from the upper realm are so interested in this youth, why they’ve been hunting him relentlessly all this time. Now forging...”

Facing him, Long Yan unleashed his dragon soul transformation, instantly elevating his strength to the peak of the ninth level of the Tongyou Vein, far surpassing Leng Luoran.

“Grandpa Sun, I don’t need any damn luck or fate. I fight the heavens and earth with just a stick!” Sun Wudao declared.

I entered the first room. It was empty except for a large iron frame, nothing else. It was especially cold—a chilling, bone-piercing coldness filled with ominous energy. This place must have once held something, but now it was gone. I had no choice but to retreat, muttering to myself, then proceeded to enter the second room.

Difeng looked up at the strange phenomenon in the sky, where a divine bird resembling a phoenix flickered faintly high above.

“There’s a vitality about this person,” I said, pointing at the bird-man. As someone who has dealt with corpses for years, I could perceive the subtle oddity here that others might miss.

Because everything in Bianjing was being reconstructed, the process was slow, but within it was a crimson force of rules. It no longer manifested as ghostly energy but transformed into fine threads of law, mingling with the dust of things, gradually restoring the old visage of Bianjing.

Xiao Ming took first place by a narrow margin; Richard came second, and although Hamir Khan was quite lucky, the absolute gap in strength left him with only third place.

Sister Li’s mouth twitched awkwardly. She wanted to say “I believe you” firmly and earnestly, but when the words reached her lips, her heart wavered. Such hypocritical words were difficult to utter.

They had already competed several times just moments ago, taking turns hitting the ball, but no matter how they switched, Li Tianle always hit further than her. She had to admit that Li Tianle’s skills were indeed impressive.

Old Hu’s words deeply wounded Chen Fenghuo’s heart, yet he remained silent. The three years in Qin City were prison, not some heavenly paradise.

Several consecutive skill upgrades enhanced my vitality, defense, and attack attributes by 4% each. The speed bonus was especially crucial for an archer. With this, pulling monsters would be much safer.

“Drinking tea is not about the flavor but about life itself. Tea is like life—its sourness, sweetness, bitterness, and spiciness can all be tasted within. It also depends on the drinker’s state of mind,” Chen Langya said softly. He had to admit, he truly enjoyed this tea.

My strength was still insufficient; it seemed I needed to work even harder. The higher the power, the greater the ability. Someday, perhaps I could surpass even the one who built the Tower of Babel.

The shop door opened, and a gust of cold wind mixed with snowflakes whirled inside. The door had been closed all along, and I hadn’t realized it had already started snowing outside.

Jadel’s movements never ceased. Within two short breaths, he appeared before all the Meizu warriors battling against the Holy Law masters of the Ghost Moon clan as if teleporting. He launched a flurry of punches and kicks. After a few sharp sounds, all the Meizu fighters were forced back about ten steps, and their attacks immediately halted.

The limitations on mental power’s interference with reality were ruthlessly shattered, and the mental ceiling began to rise wildly.

“President Yu, please wait a moment. I’ll call President Ou right away. This is indeed a bit unreasonable,” Gong Yue said, thinking bitterly, Damn it, who do you think you are? In Nanhua, you’re nothing, yet you dare to put on airs in front of the two wives of the Public Security Bureau chiefs? If you want to die, just say so.